#varen black

[sosuaveh]

The Prophet is a great character.

[rozeliyawashereyall]

Okay I know I said I'd give yall a day or two-

But I've realized that there's no way in hell I'll be able to draw all of this, so I'm cutting it!

So the list is-

1. Ulysses- moon

2. Varen- mars

3. Jemma- mercury

4. Melody- earth

5. Amber- Charon (moon)

6. Emerald- Anaria (star)

7. Malachi- pluto

8. Adelaide- Saturn

9. Lucy- Jupiter

10. Azren- Gaia (black hole)

11. Joan- venus

12. LilyAnn- subnautica

13. Korey- Neptune

14. A bonus you all probably figured out but I won't say either way :3

This'll most likely take me longer than the tarot event, so do be patient with me! ^_^

[ghoulish-art-tendencies]

am i on post limit? yes/no

hi! welcome to my blog!!! my art tag is “ghoulish art” if you wish to scroll through :)

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hi, so my name is [Sam], i guess this is my first proper introduction so wooo 🎉 •_• I go by he/him, have phil lester black hair and dan howell brown eyes. im an artist, play a lot of video games, and apparently have a dan and phil porn addiction? im the stereotypical emo kid, and I reblog way too much and probably should have made a separate blog for art/actual account but its too late now =x

(main acc is @samissleeping though its mainly just reblogs unrelated to dnp, and i also have a bluesky @/ghoulish-art)

currently because of me taking 4 art classes, my phanart output on here has slowed down significantly, so im sorry about that! im hoping by summer ill have time to chill, as im a bit burnt out as of now!

My Blog Focuses On: Dan & Phil, my art, and maybe a little bit of other things.

Things About my Blog: I post mainly my art (mostly Dan and Phil) and reblog mostly things in the Phandom. I do take art requests for Dan and Phil in my asks, but no guarantee that I will respond to it right away, but I will try to be AFAP =]

My Current Interests Are: Dan & Phil, New Jersey Devils Hockey, Formula 1, Silent Hill

My Side Interests Are: Good Omens, Supernatural, Stanger Things, One Direction, Five Nights At Freddy’s, IT, The Quarry, Sonic

Favourite Shows/Films: American Horror Story, Scream, Good Omens, IT, Stranger Things, Saltburn, Dexter, Attack On Titan, Arcane, Sonic Boom

My Favourite Music Artists Are: Muse, My Chemical Romance, BrokeNCYDE, Ghost, Badflower, Ice Nine Kills, Pow Pow Family Band, t.A.T.u.

Favourite Song Right Now: One more Soul to The Call - Silent Hill

Games I Play: Dead By Daylight, Stardew Valley, Baldur’s Gate 3, Resident Evil, Subnautica, Roblox, The Quarry, Detroit: Become Human

I Am Often Found: Listening to music, watching Dan and Phil/Youtube, drawing, or reading fanfiction

My Animals: 2 Cats, Aziraphale and Varen <3

My Favourite Colour: 🖤Black

Favourite Word/Phrase Right Now: oi oi oi (the brain rot is all consuming)

My Top 3 Albums:

1. Showbiz by Muse + Hullabaloo Soundtrack by Muse

2. Resistance by Muse + Drones by Muse

3. Origin of Symmetry by Muse + Blackholes & Revelations by Muse

If you cared enough to read this about me, thanks!!! =D Means a lot, and heres a gif for your troubles -.-

[diamondzoey]

Memories of the past

Warning: angst, painful flashbacks of the past and mentions of death

Jemma was in the living room looking at a shell

Inner demon: jemma

Jemma gasps and looks around

Amber comes in the living room: hey just a quick update Azren is still in Victor’s clothes, a few of them are somewhat related Korey knocked Varen out with a dictionary and now they’re all fighting for some reason

Jemma: oh wow

Amber: how’s your existential crisis coming along?

Jemma unsure: uh fine

Amber: good *Walks out*

Jemma: umm Amber?

Amber pokes her head out of the door frame

Jemma: can dreams also have memories I mean can you still have memories even when you’re dreaming?

Amber: oh jemma what else are memories if not dreams themselves

Jemma confused: what?

Amber: right then more soon *Leaves*

Jemma looks back at the shell in her hand

Inner demon: do you blame yourself?

Jemma looks up to see her inner demon which is a grey-ish black skin demon: what?

Inner demon: well it’s quite common in this situation for a patient to feel a kind of guilt

Jemma looks confused: what situation?

Inner demon: the accident

And it flashes to a memory of a young jemma watching the only scientist who were nice to her being shot down by guards while protecting her

A/n: my first angst story I hope that I did good ^^ and the bugs in this

Amber- @astralbulldragon13

Korey- @rozeliyawashereyall

Varen- @keyaartz

Azren- @strayharmony943

Victor- @littlesiren79

[choccy-zefirka]

how about number 1 + whoever strikes your fancy rn?? 👀

Woe, Abnur Tharn x Vestige be upon ye!

Ah, Abnur thinks to himself as he hurtles into blackness. So this is not instantaneous.

Good. He will have time to strategize. To prepare a speech for whomever greets him in Aetherius.

It is unlikely to be any of his nephews and nieces. Or, indeed, certain... disappointments among his children. Their souls were tattered beyond repair into inky rags — not unlike those hideous robes they would always insist on wearing. If he were to guess, they are now fodder for Molag Bal's minions, somewhere in the depths of Coldharbor, where even that realm's pale, unnatural imitation of light does not reach. Quite unfortunate. They showed such promise. And even those that did not, carried within them the faint reflections of the pesky little things that would tug with pudgy hands at the crimson hem of his Council toga: vying for his attention, starting their very first clumsy schemes against one another to win his favor. A father, grandfather, uncle never stops seeing those reflections. Even within monsters.

At least he managed to get Clivia out before... before it was his time.

He wonders if he will meet Varen. Ah, the noble, idealistic, foolhardy Varen. The first to sacrifice himself for the good of Nirn. Once, Abnur cautioned himself — a selfish man, by his own admission; a man that values survival, success, triumph of his beloved Empire over youthful nonsense like heroism — against following his failed liege's example.

And yet, here he is.

Dying so that others might survive.

Curious how things turn out.

An odd jolt resonates through him, and all the clumsy physicality that his limbs shed, when the pain stopped and stillness set in, comes rushing back. Hitting him, again, and again, like every bump against tree branch might, during a fall from the Elden Root's crown. He becomes instantly aware of his spine, his wrists, his ribcage. Of how much everything aches.

Scowling, he opens his eyes. Which are still there, apparently, firmly planted in the sockets of his very much flesh-and-blood face.

The light is wrong.

It's nothing like the raging storm of green flames that consumed him just as his life ended. And nothing like the pristine whiteness of what he imagines the next world might be like.

Instead, he is greeted by the orange glow of a very earthly hearth. Half of it is blocked from view by a familiar figure. He'd know those broad shoulders, that stately height anywhere. And that brush of tusks against skin when she leans down to kiss him on the corner of his mouth.

"Good morning," a deep, melodic voice murmurs, with all the measured calm granted by decades of serving Dibella as high priestess. A voice that decidedly belongs to the world of the living.

"What a relief to have you back with us. Even Lyris was worried, even though she shall cleave me in twain with her axe if I ever say it to her face."

Abnur scowls even deeper.

"Vestige? What is the meaning of this?"

"That I went back for you, of course," she says, taking her hand in his.

After so much time working together, and taking each other to bed when that work was done, he clearly pictures what he is about to feel upon her touch before the sensation actually comes. The warmth of her palm, the brush of her many rings against his fingers...It is all so... right, that the sudden wave of icy numbness that almost severs all feeling within his legs — What does she mean, she went back?! She could have died! — quickly dissipates.

She still acted like a fool, rescuing him... But she seems unharmed; she is beside him, like they never parted ways. And so, when he next protests over how this was not supposed to happen, he does it only half-heartedly.

"You disrupted my plan."

"It was not a very Tharn-like plan, if I may."

Even with his neck too stiff to look up into her chiseled face, he can tell from her intonation that she is smiling. He can picture the curl of her full lips, the glimmer in her amber eyes. The way her skin gathers into little sunbursts... Well, if he ends up getting aroused in this clearly bedridden position, that will be quite embarrassing.

"The war still rages on," the Vestige says. "Dark forces still gather at every corner of Tamriel. And a lot of her people are still utter idiots."

Abnur sighs.

He cannot argue with that.

"You are the Imperial Chancellor. Did you really think that you could shirk your duties by dying?"

"Well, if you put it like that."

He attempts to push himself up against his stack of pillows, grunting in annoyance.

So much for planning an optimal arrival into the afterlife.

"What do you have to report, Vestige?"

"I have some news from the High King of Skyrim that shall not thrill you in the slightest," she says pleasantly, before kissing him again.

A disapproving noise behind her back indicates that Titanborn is also here, somewhere.

Back into the fray, then.

[fallen---alien]

Aphelion

Since some readers of my original alien fic have been asking if there is any art for Varen and Natalie, I figure I'd post all of it here. All of my inspiration and art I've commissioned from the amazingly talented and forever awesome @spnfox

First of all, take a look at her beautiful art of Natalie and Varen.

And here is just a bunch of inspiration pics I've collected over the years I've been writing this fic. A lot of it is picrew makers and some doll makers from meiker.io. If you're interested in the individual makers to make your own, message me for the links :)

**POSSIBLE SPOILERS AHEAD. ONLY LOOK IF YOU'RE CAUGHT UP IN THE FIC**

(this is from one of Spnfox's drafts for Varen and when I officially fell in love with him)

(Varen in Faerun)

Ulla

(Another inspo of Ulla that I found on pinterest. I'm not sure the artist though.)

Batu (though, in the story his face is yellow with black splotches kind of like a Rorschach)

Aram

And these are about as close to Natalie as I can find on Pinterest.

oh, and here's a picrew I made for chapter 24:

[the-tharns-speak]

Regarding you and the other Companions, what was everyone like when drunk? And, on that note, who had the lowest, and who had the highest alcohol tolerance?

The highest alcohol tolerance is evenly split between me and Titanborn, who is twice to thrice my weight (depends on if i had eaten and if i am wearing armor).

Titanborn, when drunk, is a touch louder, a touch harsher, and a great deal more irritable. Not exactly a person to sit right next to.

Sai Sahan almost never drank alcohol when I was around to see. When he did, he was prone to losing clothes (unfortunate for a man who doesn't wear shirts to start with) and soliloquize.

Varen remains to be a snuggly and cute drunk, though back then he was significantly less melancholic. Kind of like an affectionate cat.

Mannimarco... when he indulged deeper into the cups, he really wanted to talk to someone about practically applied necromancy. That usually left me as his conversation partner, because I did not find it too unsettling and I could keep up with his logic for most of the time. The general consensus was that we weren't letting him drink beyond the point of him getting handsy and a little prankstery.

The Vestige had this peculiar trait of loosing coordination very quickly and when particularly inebriated it turned into changing colors like some of those lizards in Black Marsh.

Cadwell could drink and it never showed on him until he toppled over unconscious.

And as for me, the vast majority of people I had met had never seen me truly sober, and those few who have usually take care not to see that the second time.

[iamnotyourgodsherald]

Time to Show Off My Characters, Darlings!

I figured here would be the best place to show them off in case I do more writing about my own characters and their pairings. I love my characters a lot, and I am hoping you love them too! Edit: I was looking over these and fixed a couple of things. I tend to make things and then fix things later once I get a nice, stable character.

Hero of Ferelden!

Name: Caius Cousland

Race: Human

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Dog: Octavius

Age in Origins: He was 20 years old when he got recruited.

Height: 6ft

Body Type: Lean but fit.

Hair: Jet Black. Shoulder Length. Wavy and wild.

Eye color: muted forest green.

Skin color: white with warm tones.

Personality: Flirtatious, Cocky, and Kindhearted. Can be arrogant and impatient.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Class: Rogue

Specializations: Assassin and Duelist

Preferred Weapons: His family sword, and his favorite Grey Warden dagger which he named, Griffon

Style of Fighting: Sneak attacks with Poison and debilitating hits into vital areas

Romance: Zevran Arainai.

(Main Game) Group Consisted Of: Alistair, Zevran, and Wynne.

(Awakening) Group Consisted Of: Nathanial, Sigrun, And Anders.

Did They Do the Ritual?: Yes.

Did They Make Alistair King?: Yes.

Besties: Alistair and Sten.

Hobbies: Reading. A lot of Reading.

Headcanon: Alistair was Caius’s first love before he met Zevran. However, he knew Alistair was straight and kept the relationship completely platonic.

Fun Fact: Caius was picking locks since he learned how to from a book at age 8.

Champion of Kirkwall!

Name: Varen Hawke

Race: Human

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Dog: Tiberius

Age at the Start: 19

Height: 5’9

Body Type: Muscular. Toned.

Hair: Flaming Ginger. Short. Blown back style.

Eye Color: Bright, Cheerful Green.

Skin Color: Pale Fair Skin. Freckled all over.

Personality: Sarcastic, Humorous, Romantic. Air Headed at times and Impulsive.

Sexuality: Homosexual

Class: Mage

Specializations: Healer and Force Mage.

Preferred weapon: His Fathers Staff

Style of fighting: Long Distance and FIRE. FIRE. FIRE.

Romance: Fenris (Non-Rivalry)

Group Consisted of Varric, Fenris, and Anders.

Mages or Templars: Mages.

Agreed or Disagreed with Anders?: Disagreed.

What Happened to Sibling?: Carver turned into a Grey Warden.

Besties: Varric and Anders

Hobbies: Cooking.

Headcanon: When Varen lost his mother after losing his sister and sending his brother off to the Grey Wardens, he became locked in a depressive state for a month after and even lost weight from not eating. Everyone constantly checked on him, made sure he ate something. Anders always monitored him to keep him from getting sick.

Fun Fact: Varen fell in love with Fenris at first sight.

Inquisitor/Herald of Andraste!

Name: Gerehal Lavellan

Race: Dalish Elf

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Age at the Start: 22

Height: 5’11

Body Type: (At first) Thin, but muscular. (After becoming a reaver) Gained more muscle. Became athletic build.

Hair (in the beginning) Long straight blond hair with some braids. Shaved side. (After Becoming a reaver) hair took on some reddish color, turning it strawberry blond. Let his hair grow out.

Eye Color: (At First) Light green. (After Becoming a Reaver.) Green with a red outer ring.

Skin color: (Before Reaver Transformation-) Lightly Tanned skin with neutral tones. Vallaslin was green so was his eye makeup. No scars on his face. (After Reaver Transformation) Scars covering his body and face. Wears red winged eyeliner on his eyes and Vallaslin turned red.

Personality: Stoic, Very Curious, and Open Minded. After becoming a Reaver, he became quick to anger, and more protective.

Sexuality: Pansexual

Class: Warrior.

Specializations: Reaver.

Preferred Weapon: His Eluvian Blade, called “Gerehal’s Tooth.”

Style of Fighting: Make the opponent only notice him. Quick and Vicious strikes. Used mostly his Dragons Rage Claw Attacks.

Romance: Dorian Pavus.

Group Consisted of: Dorian, Solas, Varric.

Mages or Templars: Mages

Who is Emperor/Empress?: All of them are working together.

Grey Wardens Stayed Or Banished?: Stayed.

Drank From the Well?: No.

Who became Divine?: A Soft Leliana.

Saving Or Stopping Solas?: Saving.

Took The Herald Title?: No.

Besties: Iron Bull, Solas and Varric.

Hobbies: Sparring and Drawing.

Headcanon: Gerehal and Dorian got nicknamed “Sun and Moon” because of their contrasting color schemes and the fact that wherever Gerehal or Dorian went, the other wasn’t far behind.

Fun Fact: Gerehal was named after the Elven Grey Warden that ended the fourth blight.

The Rook, Leader of The Veilguard!

Name: Demitrix De Riva

Race: City Elf/Dalish Elf

Pronouns: He/They

Age At The Start: 26

Height: 5’4

Body Type: Lithe and fit. Acrobat type.

Hair: Raven Black. Middle of Back Length. Loose curls.

Eye Color: Icy Blue, almost silver, eyes.

Skin Color: Dark, warm toned brown skin, has gold colored facial tattoos mimicking vallaslin

Personality: Sarcastic, Witty, with a softer hearted side. Loud Mouthed and infuriatingly stubborn.

Sexuality: Pansexual

Faction: Antivan Crows

Class: Rogue

Specialization: Duelist

Preferred Weapon: His Antivan Bow with the words “Vir Tanadhal” carved on it.

Style of Fighting: Dirty Tactics. Places Traps down and then moving away from danger, using their bow to fire at long distances.

Romance: Lucanis Dellamorte

Group Consisted of: Lucanis and either Davrin or Taash.

Feelings on Solas: He’s wary of him, but cant help feel bad for the guy.

Feelings on Being Leader: Weirds them out.

Hobbies: Swimming

Headcanon: Demitrix is very acrobatic and if anyone looks for him in the Lighthouse, theyll likely find him up high in the rafters hanging upside down or by tall windows.

Fun fact: Demitrix loves animals a lot, so much so that much of their behavior and mannerisms are based on certain animals.

[ask-bing-and-the-g-unit]

“So kind of you to join me, Bing.”

Dark’s words were ice placed on Bing’s neck to melt, trickling down his spine bit by bit with a chill like no other. He offered a lopsided grin in return. “I’m on time though, boss man.”

“Early, actually, which I appreciate,” they corrected, moving their eyes to the analog clock on the other side of the empty conference room — not that their eyes had been on him in the first place. “It gives me time to ask what the cause of your absence was.”

Bing swallowed thickly before grinning a little wider with anxiety, tension pumping through his core. The substitute shades with green lenses from Ivan were not as big as he would have liked, but they were enough, he had to remind himself. Also, how the frick does Ivan see in these things? Everything is so green— “Just got, uh, caught up in stuff. Like– like the rats. And art. Ya know.” He pushed out a weak laugh as he forced himself to not fidget under the weight of the air.

Silence settled over the two of them, the room still dim from only having window light of the approaching evening. The black irises on black pupils pierced through Bing, scrutinizing his being, looking at him for once — Bing felt dizzy — before Dark turned their head away again. “I will not press, Bing. However, I do want to say I’m upset at the lack of communication. Your presence away had been very frustrating.”

“Frustrating?”

“Do not miss another meeting,” they continued, their head tipping in his direction with a long blink. “Whether you realize it or not, there are quite a few here that listen to you, and the sway that you have benefits me as well.” The head of the house closed their eyes to take in a slow breath before the world glitched, and they were now sitting in a relaxed position at one head of the table.

Bing clenched his fists. “Why does it matter to you? You don’t even like me.”

The Bing bot sucked in a breath, instant regret on his tongue. The air went still — No, static buzzed in Bing’s ears. “You understand that one of your fellows, the blue one, he restrains himself?” stated Dark, the words articulated to daggers.

This seemed awfully off topic. Bing folded his arms, rubbing the hoodie sleeves nervously. “N- No? He always answers me when I ask him questions. Or… I guess he… He words it carefully sometimes to skirt around the topic.” Huh. He didn’t like that realization.

“So you do know how to listen,” Dark noted, and the android again focused on the suited other. “Listen well, Bing. It is nothing against you. It never was and never will be something personal against you. I have my past. You have your own. Your friends have theirs. Understand that I am not trying to be disrespectful.”

Bing studied them, mystified by the sudden confession. “Okay.”

__________

__________

“I don’t understand why I can’t go out yet.” Bing flipped through his memory, trying to place a name to the lightly tattooed man who now spoke. The stranger had arisen from his seat brazenly, a hard look in his dark eyes. New? Definitely. The android vaguely remembered the start of a new room before he closed himself off.

This must be the occupant.

Many looked over in confusion at Dark whose jaw shifted in a way that Bing recognized: they did not know. While almost everyone stared at the head, Bing focused on the man beside Dark. Wilford gave a massive yawn, eyes blinking blearily. (Bing struggled to recall any time he had seen Wil tired.) But the brown eyes of the mustached man were on the newcomer who was grasping for answers.

Bing’s gaze flashed back to Dark the moment that Wilford leaned on the table, arms folding to cradle his head as he closed his eyes. Dark managed to postulate further. “You are still a wanted man, Deven-Varen –”

“Yancy.”

“– Yancy, you are still a wanted man,” they corrected smoothly, the repetition hammering into the room. “I am more than comfortable to reveal your situation to everyone here, but I do not have to if you would end this conversation and sit down.”

The newcomer Yancy blanched, and his hands gripped at the table ledge. Keeping eye contact with Dark, he slowly sat back down, an anger in his eyes as he fumed.

“Fucking hell, give the guy a break,” sneered Ivan from his seat while he played with the hoodie string endlessly. “He got here – what? – three weeks ago? You need to get out more, Dark.”

Dark raised an eyebrow at the commentary. “Is that all, Ivan?”

Bing lightly kicked his best friend under the table.

::: pain in my ass texted: not worth it dude

::: Bestie 💚: Yeah yeah yeah

“Yeah,” the green Google scoffed, “that’s all.”

“Wonderful.”

“But, uh — not everyone gets to leave, ya know,” Bing started slowly. Yancy squinted in confusion, but his attention was now on the bot. Bing began to chew his lip but quickly stopped himself and steeled (ha, steel – robots) his nerves. “There’s a handful of people that don’t leave the house. And, dude, think about it: it’s not just about you. Why would you be told to stay in one place if it was only a danger to yourself?”

::: Bestie 💚: Bitch what happened to not worth it

Bing could feel Ivan’s glare on him, but he did not look. He had to remain steadfast.

Yancy mulled it over, eyes now moving back and forth between Bing and Dark. “It’s not forever?” he stated to confirm.

“Until the attention fades. A potential name change thrown in there as well,” Dark added. Yancy settled reluctantly but contently, and the rest of the room simmered to a low as well.

The topic was swept away as Dark took a moment to breathe. “Any other questions or concerns before I move onto the final topic of today.” The soft mumbled were the only response given, the mass of people eager to end this soon to get to their evenings. “Very good. There will be five new residents brought within a month’s time. Randall, Yancy, please take time from your schedules to construct the new rooms. Wilford will give instructions and advice as needed, but I am confident that you will know what to do. You may all be dismissed.” Dark sank back into the chair, and Ivan’s eyes twitched, focus darting over to them.

With a yawning Oliver in tow, Eric paused by Bing on the way out, and a warm hand settled on the orange bot’s head. “Good to see you, Bing.”

[curatedattire]

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[rozeliyawashereyall]

Guys!!

Remember that planet/star event I was going to make but decided to actually start drawing it when I get my drawing ipad?

Well, now that I've finally finished my exams, I've decided that I'm going to start on them now instead of waiting! Again the list is:

1. Ulysses- moon

2. Varen- mars

3. Jemma- mercury

4. Melody- earth

5. Amber- Charon (moon)

6. Emerald- Anaria (star)

7. Malachi- pluto

8. Adelaide- Saturn

9. Lucy- Jupiter

10. Azren- Gaia (black hole)

11. Joan- venus

12. LilyAnn- subnautica

13. Korey- Neptune

14. Raine- Supernova

I'm going to make their clothing mythology like, similar to each planet's God (IE: Venus-Aphrodite, Jupiter-Zeus, etc) I just need a photo of what they would wear as 'gods', and I'm going to kind of fuse it with their original outfit!

@lunaritychuwolf @keyaartz @diamondzoey @kaiamtt @astralbulldragon13 @stxph-artist @aspenm00n @piffany666 @castbracelet240 @strayharmony943 @rustycopper4use @tiefling-chaos @willowve01 sorry to the others who weren't included in this event!! I promise you'll be in the next one! ^_^

Btw, I'm not sure when this will be finished as it may take more time than the tarot cards one, so do be patient, but I'll try to finish it as soon as i can for you all <3!

[ghoulish-art-tendencies]

just skimmed ur pinned, and obviously i can gather why one of your cats is named aziraphale (real of u) but where did the name varen come from? and can i see the cats also

thank you for the ask! So originally I was going to name them Syrniki and Varenyky (2 different food dishes, you can look them up!) as they’re sisters and they sound similar, buuut quickly realised that calling them that was kind of difficult and my family wasn’t too happy about it. Sooo i was like “my cat looks like an aziraphale!” and shortened varenyky to Varen. and i almost named Varen Crowley, but immediately full stopped that bc they are sisters even though it fit perfectly LOL. Anyways heres some photos of them! =]

Azi is obviously the light one, and Varen is the black and white one :) they love to cuddle and need attention at all times during the day

[soncfthewitch]

open to: m (21+)

verse: star wars

plot: the original idea was to have this set during the time when the inquisitors were hunting jedi and force sensitives. varen is an ex-inquisitor, hunted when he refused to strike down a jedi that couldn't/wouldn't fight back. while he passes for human he is actually half human and miraluka.

Deep in the heart of Dathomir's woods, the night was thick and enveloping, leaving only a faint shimmer of the distant galaxies. Varen, or Vee as he was known, moved like an apparition between the towering trunks of ancient and gnarled trees. His twin lightsabers hummed with a rhythmic buzz, casting an eerie glow on the black cloth tied over his eyes. Each confident swing sliced cleanly through the inky darkness, severing the hairy limbs of the spiders that threatened to encroach on his path.

Without sight, Vee relied on his other senses, each honed to a razor's edge. The musty scent of the forest floor, the chittering whispers of the creatures lurking in the shadows, the gentle caress of the calm, nocturnal wind against his skin.

Vee perceived a discordant hum, a mechanical roar - the unmistakable drone of a starship's engines. As the vibrations faded, replaced by the heavy crunch of alien footfalls on the forest bed, Vee stilled, his senses straining at this unwelcome intrusion.

[dunmercatadventures]

Entry 18, 31st Last Seed, 4E201

Morkhaj is starting to suspect she will be staying in Skyrim for quite some time, burdened by great purposes. We saw the statue of Azura looming among the mountains, and I felt the urge to make the pilgrimage since we were already so close. We set out before dawn, and despite the endless pestering of this frigid hellhole's wildlife, made it to the shrine by noon.

When we arrived, there was a priestess praying at an altar. She told me Azura sent her a vision of my arrival long ago, apparently I have been chosen as her champion! Lucien and Faendel were both agape at the prospect, but I for one think it makes sense. She is the Lady of Change and Contradiction, I have always looked to her as a guide with the circumstances of my birth. All of that aside, I was tasked to go to a "fortress endangered but untouched by water" to find an altmer who wished to "turn the brightest Star black". Aranea, the priestess, suggested that the fortress in her vision was Winterhold, and I write now from the tavern in that miserable little town. We found an altmer mage, but he was only a student of the n'wah I'm after, a madman by name of Malyn Varen who wants to immortalize himself by twisting Azura's Star to hold his soul! He directed us to a fortress at the bank of lake Ilinalta, to the southwest. After a warm meal, we're heading that way. It's a long road, but at least khajiit can get out of this blasted snow. If we must return with the Star, though, Lucien wants to investigate the Mage College here.

[mitchell-nihil]

They're gonna make me go insane??? Varen and Nat I love you...

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No matter how I draw Nat I always get some weird sense of catharsis out of it. I cannot explain why considering all he's doing is letting Varen sleep against him.

I struggle to find the right amount/value of grey's to use for this kinda stuff, and I think this palette is pretty good... I also really like the pen I used for the line art, it's one that you can't change the colour of so it's just always black which I find weirdly comforting?

[ghoulish-art-tendencies]

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