Averett Friend-of-Beasts

Averett Friend-of-Beasts

Averett Friend-of-Beasts, or Beastfriend as they are known to many, is certainly a sight to see within their small town. Partner to Cygnus Hollola, Beastfriend is often seen in and around the Tea Shop the two call home, regaling the young ones with tales of their grand adventures. When not at home, Beastfriend is often found on one of their regular expeditions, often accompanied by 3 or more beasts of some sort, hence their name.

They are a dedicated naturalist, documenting the many species of freonds, feonds, fauna and flora they see through every biome they travel. Though not new information most of the time, the care they take to draw and individually detail a page or more dedicated to each creature is nothing short of impressive.

If you do visit the Hollola tea shop, look carefully upon the walls, you may just see Beastfriend’s many drawings lovingly framed by their husband. All being used as decor.

[Beastfriend is a lore figure for @halfstack-smp ]

Ever since reading orphan's path I have had the idea of a group of young elytrons forming an "Angel of Death" fanclub revolving around Phil because he's this old as balls hardcore raptoris elytron God and that's just fascinating to them.

So have a doodle of that lmao.

Sijalar is absolutely fascinated with this man who he has never seen before in his life, much to Phil's dismay. (Sijalar is an Avis elytron oc I made a couple months back)

This is gonna turn into a problem I'm not gonna be able to stop drawing Orpza and I can feel it.

God doodles ft. My work notebook. This is more Halfstack SMP content! Giving you guys a sneak peak at some upcoming blorbos.

The blorboing be upon ye

Top is Lyhyt, The Ephemeral. They appear as a tengu with a starry trail behind them and wear many bells. It's a god of Fleeting moments, passage, and things not meant to last.

Bottom is simply and vaguely titled "The Beastmaster" due to not having a solid design, name, or fully fleshed out concept.

Enjoy

Drew @i-am-a-tortoise s mushroom lad

He looks like an indigo milk cap? I think? That’s what i went off of anyways.

The Fable of The Lonely King

-A @halfstack-smp story-

CW: Death, Vaguely worded descriptions of depressive spirals and grieving, Victim Blaming

Long ago, just after the Bastions collapsed, an Enderwalker warrior returned from a war, shaken and stiff. He had lost his Dearest friend to the illnesses of the Nether and fought until his body gave out on him. Despite all he had seen, he was welcomed once again with open arms and celebration to the kingdom he had left.

But he could not enjoy them. For how could a grieving man enjoy the opposite of his sorrow when he was so buried in it?

"Endiemon!" Their companions called, "Join us and celebrate the return of our soldiers!"

But Endiemon did not join. He sat, lonely and sad, diving into the memory of his Dearest friend. How could everyone celebrate when he had lost someone so dear to him? How could they be happy when he was not? How could they not notice how upset he was?

And through all the celebration, and over the many prosperous generations to come, Endiemon became bitter and cold. If he could not have what he had lost, then they could not have their new kingdom. Why should they get to move on? Why should they be allowed to grow when so much had been lost.

And so Endiemon continued to grow bitter and hateful towards the people of his home kingdom, unable to think about anything but what he had had before, and nothing about what the future had in store for him.

Endiemon began to hate life itself.

Despite the hundreds of years passing, the thought of their dear friend continued to weigh on Endiemon, deeper and deeper, until he was fully consumed by grief.

And in his grief, Endiemon slipped.

One night, while the king was asleep, Endiemon crept into his bedchamber and threw him from the window, ensuring his demise. The king had not noticed he had been attacked until he was already in the air, falling to his death.

With the king gone, Endiemon stole his robes, dressing himself up in his place and placing the far too small crown atop his hornless head.

And that is how the citizens found him in the morning.

"What happened to our king?" They asked.

"He slipped and fell from the window, I tried to save him." Endiemon lied. "He shouted that I was to take his place as he fell"

And so the populous buried their king.

And the kingdom mourned.

And Endiemon sat on the throne, the new and ever lonely king.

And yet, the sadness soon lifted, but Endiemon was still sad. He could not be happy, for he had lost more than the kingdom ever had.

They should not be allowed to be happy, Endiemon decided, and so once again they grew bitter and cold, pushing away all that drew near to them.

And the colder and colder Endiemon grew, the more his kingdom began to hate and fear him, and the more and more began to leave.

Finally, it was just Endiemon and one more citizen.

The young Qilin, thick hair tied back, approached the ever lonely king. In one hand she held a sword and the other, a single cornflower, and her face was set in a strong but confident frown.

And she spoke.

"King Endiemon, why do you drive all of us away? You cannot mourn forever."

"I can mourn for as long as I wish!" Endiemon snapped, getting to his feet. The Lonely King towered over the young Qilin, clawed hands outstretched in front of him, grasping towards her form for something longer past. "You will never understand what it feels like to lose all that you had! There is no forgetting what happened, why do you all move from it so quickly?"

"Because Life is beautiful and the Universe holds untold stories for our futures." The young Qilin responded, for she was wise beyond her few years and loved the universe as it loved her.

"The universe does not love me any longer" Endiemon spat, drawing his own axe from its sheath. "So I cannot love it. I cannot love something that hates me so much as to destroy my Dearest friend. I cannot love something that has made me so sad for all these years."

"Then you cannot love yourself." The young Qilin steadied her sword. "You looked too far into the past and have forgotten your future."

"I HAVE no future!" The Lonely King hissed, swinging his axe in wide arcs at the young Qilin, but she stood firm, hopping nimbly over each blow.

And when The Lonely King raised his arms to strike down on the young Qilin, her sword struck through his chest, causing him a moments pause.

"You only have no future because you couldn't bring yourself to see it." She said, bringing The Lonely King to his knees as he slowly began to perish.

"You were too focused on all that you had lost that you could not see how bright your future was. And now you will forever be known as Endiemon, The Lonely King."

With a final hiss, The Lonely King Endiemon spat on the floor of the castle, cursing it with his dying breath to crumble along with him so that he would be lonely forever.

And so it did. The young Qilin buried The Ever Lonely King in a bed of cornflowers, laying her last gift to him atop where he lay.

And the kingdom crumbled around him as he lay.

So do not covet what you lost in the past like The Lonely King, for you will forget what lies in the future, and fall out of love with life. And there is no greater sadness than the sadness of one who has fallen out of love with the universe itself.

Greetings!

I'm going to consider largely everything below this post to be "old" for the sake of timekeeping and whatnot.

Everything above this post is more recent and reflects my current art and whatnot a lot better.