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umm i need reassurance that my presence is wanted but i can’t ask for reassurance because that’s really Embarrassing and it wouldn’t feel genuine if i asked for it
may your next ibuprofen take effect swiftly and noticeably
I’m fucking addicted to armored core VI right now and now I want to make a mech for V.I3RN, which would be y’know a Velyn Armored Core au
Like hello why can’t I have this energy for my main fic lmao
Hey guys I have a project I’m starting to work on regarding my fic with Velyn and I’m hoping to get some feedback here.
Ive been trying to repair my relationship with art and have decided that id like to try and turn the fic into a comic. Something that im passionate about tied together with relearning how to draw. Cant hurt to try right?
But the question I’ve got for those of you that are here for this fic is this; Would you guys want to see the script drafts that I’ll be working on, or do you only want to see the comic panels as they come out?
(Also I am NOT a skilled artist in any regard, but I’d like to improve so that’s basically what this project is for)
Blog Under Construction
Hey y'all, I'm not sure how many people use tumblr mobile vs. pc but uh I'm gonna be redoing the layout and everything and working on a better tagging system so bear with me
what a good day to remember that butch lesbians (ESPECIALLY trans, poc, and/or fat butch lesbians) aren’t fucking predatory
YOU THINK I’M JOKING BUT I’M DEAD SERIOUS
executive dysfunction is literally like. ive had a random dollar on my floor for two weeks and i dont know when ill fit it in my schedule to pick it up. people dont realize this
Heroes Aren't Born
I took a deep breath as I walked through the trees and out onto the clearing at the edge of a cliff that overlooked Greenguard Forest.
“This was always our place,” I said softly to myself as I set my pack down and began pulling a small ceramic pot out of it, “This is where you gave me my first sword, taught me how to clean and sharpen it.” My voice cracked on the last word and I had to take another deep breath to recompose myself. Tears had begun to slip from my eyes and roll down my cheeks.
“We made it, dad,” I spoke again, “I made it. Almost entirely thanks to you, how you raised me,” My voice cracked again and I let the silence grow for a moment. Then I walked to the edge of the cliff, pulled the lid off the pot and moved to dump it off the edge
As I upturned the pot and dumped my father’s ashes over the edge of the cliff, the wind began to pick up hard enough that I was concerned that I’d angered an unseen wind elemental. But as I looked around, something flew over me and the shadow it cast was large enough to throw everything around me into shade. Tilting to look up, I saw a very large red thing plummet from the sky. When the thing landed at the base of the cliff, the ground shook hard enough that I nearly lost my balance. As I regained my composure and looked forward again, I found my gaze met with a large pair of glowing amber eyes.
Wait, is that a dragon!?
I began to panic but fought hard to keep it down, instead drawing my sword and preparing to do…anything? As the dragon began to lift its head, I let out a war cry and began to charge forward. Sure, this thing could easily kill me but that doesn’t mean I have to go down without a fight. Seconds later though, I came to a skidding halt out of confusion. The dragon was seemingly bowing its head to me.
As it lowered far enough for the top of its head to be level with the cliff I stood on, it revealed the two riders that were on it; one was a moglin, a small red creature with very large ears. The other was a woman wearing an ornate white and gold robe, with a hood obscuring her face and a large black box held in her arms. I blinked a few times before the moglin spoke, his voice high pitched but not shrill.
“Hiyas!” He said, before turning back toward the woman, “The path is clear, Priestess!”
The moglin hopped off the dragon’s head first, followed by the Priestess.
“Please pardon us friend,” she said as the two of them moved past me, “we’re just passing through.”
Once they were gone, I turned around and my gaze met the same glowing pair of eyes as earlier.
“Uh,” I said, “hi?”
The dragon huffed, a bit of smoke exiting from its nose before it crouched then leapt skyward. For the second time I was almost knocked off my feet, this time from the wind that came from the dragon’s wings as it shot skyward.
Huh. That’s…not something you see every day. I thought to myself, still a little in shock as I tried to casually dust the non-existent dirt off my chest plate. Shaking my head, a small smile spreading across my lips, I turned around and began to head toward the tree line when I heard a scream. It sounded like the moglin from before.
With sword still in hand, I began to sprint in the direction they had gone.
As I grew closer to where I thought the cry had come from I began to hear a man’s voice, though I wasn’t quite close enough to make out his words yet. I slowed a bit to try and gather a sense of what was happening ahead but I heard the man speak again.
“Give me the box Priestess, and we’ll kill you quickly.”
That was all I needed to hear to know that these guys were bad, so I charged forward once more. As I burst through the trees, everybody in the clearing turned to look at me.
I counted two bandits and a third guy, possibly their leader. He had dark hair, a purple cape and what looked to be an iron crown on his head.
“Velyn!” The Priestess shouted, “We must protect the Black Dragon Box at all costs!”
“Got it!” I shouted, swinging my blade at the man who seemed to be in charge.
“I don’t know who you are, or why you want that box but,” I began, but the man cut me off as he blocked my attack.
“My name is DRAKATH!” He screamed and launched his own attack wildly, causing one of the bandits with him to jump back or be injured by Drakath.
“I am the leader of the Darkwolf Bandits!” Drakath continued, swinging his sword again for emphasis.
As I blocked his blade, he went on some more.
“I am the rightful ruler of this land and that box is the key to my throne,” his eyes were wild now as he continued to scream, making him look exceptionally deranged, “and there’s no way I’m going to let a peasant like you stand in my way! Stand down or, like the trash that you are, you will be blown away by the winds of my great destiny!”
“Buddy,” I said with a grunt of effort as I knocked away another one of his attacks, “I was gonna take the box and leave but you just made this personal.”
As he drew back for his next swing, I threw myself forward and slammed my forehead against his nose. I could hear a satisfying crunch that left Drakath stumbling backward.
At that moment a horn blew in the distance, followed by another that seemed closer and then a third that was almost on top of us.
“Boss,” One of the bandits said, “we’ve gotta go, the oaklore guards are comin’!”
“No!” Drakath screamed, “you got lucky this time, peasant!”
The three of them turned and began to flee deeper into the trees. As much as I would’ve liked to follow them and finish the fight, I needed to check on the two that I had come to help.
“Are you two okay?” I asked.
The moglin looked a little dazed and had what looked like dirty boot treads on his chest.
Did they kick the little guy?
“Thank you for coming to our aid,” The Priestess said, “but during the fight a sneevil managed to run off with the box.”
“What? Isn’t that box important? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Well, you were in the middle of a fight with three opponents,” She spoke calmly, “I didn’t think it was the best time to distract you.”
I just stood there blinking in silence, not knowing what to say.
“I can pay you, if you’ll assist us with recovering the box,” She began, but before she could continue a large blonde man in plate mail wielding a very heavy looking ornate war-hammer burst into the clearing. He slid to a halt, eyes going wide as they met the Priestess.
“Lady Celestia,” he nearly shouted, “what are you doing here? The escort party said you never arrived at the meeting location!”
“We were apprehended by some bandits, Captain,” she responded, “but this individual here came to our rescue.”
The captain turned and looked me up and down slowly. I could almost see the gears turning in his head as he seemingly upped my importance in his mind.
“Well,” he said, “Thank you for helping the Priestess. You may call me Captain Rolith. What’s your name?”
“Oh, it’s not a problem,” I said cheerfully, sheathing my sword and holding my hand out to the captain, “I’m Velyn Alfyr. I just happened to be at the right place, at the right time.”
He nodded then turned back to the Lady, “Well, if you’ll at least let me escort you the rest of the way to Falconreach I would be a lot more comfortable.”
“Oh,” I said, “I can help, I’m headed there myself!”
Lady Celestia smiled and nodded, saying, “Yes, I’d appreciate the company.”
Redgate Harbor
Redgate Harbor is an interesting place. On the surface, it's a small town sitting at the base of the Stairway to Cinder. But the Forgeborn Coalition has spent a considerable amount of time and resources to turn the location into a sort of warehouse district for storing objects of indeterminate interest and value found further up the stairs. Redgate Harbor sits in a bay protected by mountains on all sides, save for one sliver in the wall large enough for a single sailing ship to pass through. Everybody refers to this as the "Red Gate" which the town takes its name after. While you can reach the stairs from other locations, Redgate Harbor happens to be the easiest way to begin the ascent if you can afford the entry fee charge by the coalition. If you simply try to barge through, the armed forces of the coalition will come down hard to destroy you and salvage whatever valuables may be left. This doesn't mean there's never anybody to slip through though. As the saying goes, "where there's a will, there's a way" and smugglers from all across the isles want the riches that could exist up the steps as much as the next person.
The World of Syl'Ourah
Hey friends! I'm gonna start posting about the mostly homebrew world that'll be the focus for my next campaign with my partner. So keep your eyes posted for the tag |Syl'Ourah| for world information and |Tale of Grimshaw| for updates on the campaign as we play!
Velyn's Journal, Entry #1
Does that work for a title? I don't know. I've never tried to keep a journal like this before, but I told pops that I'd try so here we are. I jus-
Sorry guys work came at me outta nowhere, but I’ll be out of town for a couple days so during my free time I’ll be writing stuff. 💜
Throwing myself into dragonfable lore? More likely than you think.
So I’m writing the rewrite of the fic for Velyn in first person and I’m not really sure how that’ll turn out?
So I apologize in advance if it absolutely blows
House of Leaves
About to read it for the first time. Wish me luck I think?
Alteon is an Eeveelution
I'm talking w/ my partner and our friend about my fic rn and referenced King Alteon, too which my partner called him an Eeveelution and now I really want to see somebody do art of an Alteon Jolteon lol
Velyn Alfyr, Updated
The updated color scheme for Velyn
Velyn Alfyr The Destined Hero
Born in Falconreach to Jareth and Elaine Alfyr. Around the age of two, their parents decided to set out with a merchant caravan as hired guards. Jareth was a guardian before Elaine had Velyn. Elaine is a skilled mage in her own right, able to perform a variety of offensive and defensive spells. As soon as Velyn was old enough to hold a practice sword Jareth began training them. Soon after, Velyn showed an aptitude for magic and Elaine began to tutor them in the arcane. By the time Velyn was sixteen, they were working jobs with their parents. Around the age of twenty they began to go out on their own jobs, wanting to better help their parents save up for the piece of land they had been wanting to build a cottage on. The cottage was finished jsut before Velyn's twenty second birthday but tragedy would strike nearly a year later, when Jareth would pass away due to an unchecked infecction. The family would hold a small celebration of life, before cremation. Then Velyn would take the ashes and set off to toss them off a cliff near Falconreach where Jareth would always take the family to picnic anytime they were in the area.
Thanks to @cyraen-ae for creating the template! This is Velyn at the very beginning of their adventure. I'll keep adding updated versions as I progress through writing the story.
Work In Progress; Velyn Alfyr
Hey guys, I'm keeping my previous posts up because I still like 'em but I'm currently rebuilding Velyn from the ground up so y'all will be seeing some changes here soon as I start posting info about them.
I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts.
May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.
I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.