TRAITS:Human of the Northern Vale, (@zmwrites this is for you) First of His Name, The Unbroken, King of the Northern Vale, Companion of the Quest, Victor at the Battle of The Underneath, Goblin-Bane, Consort of the Voice of the Emerald Groves, Friend of the Champion of the Northern Vale (I could add more… but I won’t… for now)
STRENGTHS: Charismatic and Dutiful, Cares Deeply For His People
WEAKNESSES: Unchecked, and often Unable To Overcome Grief or Rage
EXTRA: Alaric was the youngest person go be crowned King of the Northern Vale in hundreds of years, gaining the title at fourteen and receiving full rulership at sixteen
FIRST IN TEXT INTRODUCTION;
“We have waited so very long for you, Champion of the Northern Vale. And now you are here.”
Sadie could not help but look up from her bow then, taking in the King properly for the first time. He looked like a king, or at least every king Sadie had seen in movies or read in her books; everything about him was golden, his hair, his skin, the crown upon his brow. He gleamed like something not entirely real, not entirely tangible.
Their eyes met and she gave him a tentative smile, unsure how to respond to the scrutiny of a monarch. The King grinned in response, and he suddenly looked so young, beholden of a boyish sort of charm. Sadie realised that he couldn’t be any older than twenty-five for all that he was the King of an entire Vale, and inexplicably her nervousness fell away. She grinned back.
TRAITS: Champion of the Northern Vale, Human, of the ‘Earthlands’
STRENGTHS: Curious and Eager To Help
WEAKNESSES: Naive and Prone To Burning Out
EXTRA: Wielder of the Champions Gift; Pyromancy
FIRST IN TEXT INTRODUCTION;
The missing girl looked so small on his laptop screen, a tiny blip in a hallway stacked with grand paintings, all too-long school blazer and halo of brown curls. Connor always felt a kind of kinship with these news stories, a kind of sadness. The missing were his kind after all, no matter where they ended up. As the therapist they had gotten him when he was fifteen and still angry would have said, obsessing over other missing kids was futile. Connor knew that from experience now, after years of chasing and always coming up empty and hollow. He knew not to dwell. But in the process of scrolling away, of putting Sadie Blaine behind him, he caught it. At the very end of the clip, before the unexpected glitch that had reporters frothing at the mouth, the missing girl reached out and touched the painting. Or so he had thought at first glance. Now Connor saw what he had missed before, the missing girl was not touching the painting, no. She was going through it.
TRAITS:Champion of the Valelands, Human, of the ‘Earthlands’
STRENGTHS: Fiercely Loyal and Fiercely Independent
WEAKNESSES: Uncompromising and Untrusting
EXTRA: Wielder of the Champions Gift; Meteoromancy
IN TEXT INTRODUCTION;
The newcomer stood apart from the rest of the gathered crowd, reminiscent to Sadie of King Alaric’s pale, manic shadow; silvered rather than golden, in constant motion as opposed to the King’s assured stillness, slender where the King was solid. But he was of a height with the King and adorned with the same aura of power, the same look of regality.
“Connor,” King Alaric said, a smile of genuine warmth bleeding through his serene mask, “You’re home.”
The man, Connor, came forward, embracing the King like a brother, a friend, and for the first time Sadie noticed his attire, yet another stark contrast to King Alaric’s court robes; jeans, sneakers and a red hoodie. Her heart leapt into her throat.
“You’re a Champion!” She said, starting out of her chair in a rush.
He looked at her then, and when he spoke it was like the crack of thunder rolling through the hills, the toil of a storm overhead, “I used to be.”
BASICS: ‘Valiant’ Valiant As The Sword Strikes True, 293 moons (approx. Twenty Four), She/Her
TRAITS: Elf of the Emerald Groves (the Western Vale), Queen Consort of the Northern Vale, Companion of the Quest, Voice of the Emerald Groves
STRENGTHS: Intelligent and Incredibly Skilled in Combat, Logical
WEAKNESSES: Never Acts First, Prideful
EXTRA: Valiant is one of the founding members of the Free Council, set up in the Valelands after Connor’s quest was complete
FIRST IN TEXT INTRODUCTION;
Champion! They cried again and again.
Champion! Champion! Help me! Champion!
Shecouldn’t help them though, couldn’t do anything but make it worse. She tried to tell them that, to make them understand but their voices kept rising, frantic, reverent, relentless. The trees and the grass and the bugs, the animals and the wind, all pleading for their Champion. Sadie clapped her hands over her ears at some point to ward off the sound but it made no difference. Someone began to scream and sob amongst the cacophony, it took her a while to realise she was making those noises, throat raw, tears streaming down her hot cheeks.
It took her even longer to realise the sounds of the living around her had faded, just one voice, soft and soothing, spoke to her.
“Hush, hush,” it whispered.
Sadie blinked up at the owner of the blissfully quiet voice and gasped. She was beautiful, skin as dark and rich as the night sky, hair a regal spill of thick black twists over one shoulder, ears long and pointed. Impossibly pointed.
“Are you a dream?” She asked, awestruck by the woman’s obsidian eyes, the quick flash of amusement behind them.
“No, I am Valiant As The Sword Strikes True, daughter of the Emerald Groves. And I have been looking for you.”
The stranger withdrew his weapon, just as, “For Teffrin,” emerged from his lips.
Annchi screamed as the man’s blade pierced through a lady sitting closest to him, blood spilling from her mouth. Theo withdrew his sword and charged forward.
A dark hand came from behind the stranger and yanked his head back. A blade slid across his neck, so smooth and quick he almost missed it. He knew it had happened when the stranger dropped his blade, hand coming to clutch his slit throat.
His attacker knocked him to the ground, her curly hair short and coiled tight, her skin deep and, now blood-spattered. He was about to thank her. But he stopped short, fear sinking deep in his spine. The women was dressed in black, in a leather vest and shirt, her arms bare. One arm decorated with a a snake tattoo, running from her forearm up to her shoulder.
Theo raised his sword. “Seize her. Seize the serpent!”
The other knights made no move to do any such thing, while the woman stared at him dourly. “Who are you?”
“Who are you?”
“Theo, this is Emogen.” Annchi gestured towards her, alarmingly calm in the fray. “My guard.”
“This is your guard?” Theo stepped in front of Annchi, brandishing his sword all the while. “A serpent?”
Emogen scoffed, wiping the blood from her dagger on her trousers. “Former serpent.”
“As if there’s a difference.”
“Theo, it’s alright. Em’s in my father’s employ.”
“So you might want to drop the sword, knight, before you take out one of his majesty’s inside men.” She smiled in that slink way only a serpent could smile. “Or women.”
“In the name of Teffrin!”
Theo turned towards the ring, body firm between Annchi and the serpent woman. Out in the ring, a knight sparred with a new intruder, he fell moments later. Beside him, his horse lay impaled on a spear of black metal. Metal that melted into sludge.
“For the abandoned god,” the intruder roared, hands burning as another spear grew in his palms. straight from the forge of sorcery. He raised it, pointing it towards the stands.
Theo grasped Annchi’s chair and wheeled her back, diving in front, shield raised. “Get her out of here,” he demanded the serpent, against his better judgement. “Now!”
The spear lodged in his shield, the force of it knocking him back a step or two. Then it melted, red-hot. He flung the shield aside before it had a chance to scald him. The black metal hit the ground and gurgled like living tar. “Throw me a shield.”
Golden light struck the ground behind the intruder, distracting him from his target. The intruder turned and raised his weapon, roaring out Teffrin’s name once again, only to be thrown aside in a blast of light.
The attacker raised a bow that shone like stars, and felled the mage with one arrow to the neck. As he fell, the spear in his hand melted like magma against his flesh.
Theo was so numb, it took him a moment to realise why everyone was screaming. Why they were standing and shouting and pointing, not at the dead mage with the melted ribcage, but at the attacker with the bow. Because he stood in the centre of the arena, hands and feet sheathed in gold, wings white like a dove stretching from his back. A young man and a wolf by his side.
“Is that a seraph?” Behind him, Annchi’s voice trembled, but there was a delight in her awe.
In Theo, there was only dread. What would bring a seraph to them, of all places? And who was he seeking?
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TRAITS:Paladin of the Vale Knights, Adviser to the Northern Vale, Mentor of the Champion
STRENGTHS: Knowledgeable and Influential
WEAKNESSES: Tradition and Dismissive
EXTRA: The Vale Knights are the only humans who still know True Speak, although it is learned rather than inherent and limited
FIRST IN TEXT INTRODUCTION;
The first time Connor had stepped foot in the Valelands, his mentor, Harlas had been there to greet him. Safety was what the man had given him when he was younger, with his neat beard, large hands and gruff assurance; the only adult in Connor’s life who had ever looked at him like he was meant for something.
It was Harlas who greeted Connor whenever he awoke in a cold sweat, nightmare fresh in his mind. It was the echo of Harlas’s voice that threatened to pull him under.
Your quest is complete, Champion. Well done. He would say, and Connor would lose all air because he knew what was going to happen next, had lived through it time and time again in his dreams. He knew the reward a Champion recieved for completing their quest.
Let us take you home.
They had never lied to him, Connor supposed. But they had known– they should have known– that after everything, how could home be somewhere they were not?
It was impossible to travel to Ylfrness without learning of Sigbjorn’s pack. He was named Wolf-father after the birth of his daughters: six fearsome wolves, each one large enough to eat a man whole, whose strange human-like eyes possessed a terrifying intelligence. Even as a child, Magden had heard the rumors—that Sigbjorn’s line was rife with mad men, those berserkers who took the shape of wolves and chewed on the guts of their brothers—but now, he knew it to be true. There was something inhuman living inside of Sigbjorn’s blood, and he wanted to taste it.
Seven Daughters Sired in Blood
WIP Introduction A Short Story/Novelette
∙ Genre ∙ Norse mythology inspired dark fantasy ∙ Target Word Count ∙ 8k - 12k words ∙ Trigger Warnings ∙ Pregnancy, gore, body horror, violence ∙ Rating ∙ 18+/Mature
∙ Summary ∙
Ten years ago, Magden and his sister Johanna, ventured into the wilderness of the Redhaven estate. Already scorned by their family — Magden, for being transgender; Johanna, for being a woman — they made a deal with the witch of the woods: bring her the flesh of an eldritch beast, and she’ll teach them the rituals she dragged from her boreal homeland, Somerkeld, to the fae-touched land of Ettenwain.
Now, the Lord of Redhaven is dead. Magden and Johanna have been exiled from their ancestral lands by their younger brother, a man rightfully paranoid that Magden will fight tooth-and-nail for his rightful inheritance and place the sorceress Jo on the throne. He will.
Decorated with the last of his finery, Magden travels to Somerkeld to solicit the help of a childhood friend, Sigbjorn Svanhildsson, Jarl of Ylfrness. Here, he will lie about the circumstances of his exile, sure that Sigbjorn will ally himself with a wealthy lord. But the more he learns of Sigbjorn’s household, the more entranced he becomes; Sigbjorn, the descendant of werewolves, has sired six fearsome monsters by his lover Guiscard. Reminded of the deal he made so many years ago, Magden sees a new path to power: bear Sigbjorn’s seventh daughter and bring home the newest beast of Ettenwain. But, with such strange and supernatural forces at play, Magden will soon learn that there are consequences for his deception.
“You know Katherine?” Damon asked, his voice heavy with disbelief.
Lucy spoke at the same time. “That’s not Katherine.”
Elijah looked between the two of them with a tilt of his head. After a moment’s hesitation, he dashed to Elena and inhaled deeply. “Human.” His gaze found Lucy. “How is this possible?”
She shrugged. “How the hell would I know? We’re as stumped as you.”
“Would someone explain what’s going on?” Elena asked, a whiny edge to her voice.
His attention snapped back to the teenager in front of him. “No.” He clenched his teeth and worked a muscle in his jaw. “Who are you?”
“Elena Gilbert. Who are you?”
“No one of import.” He pursed his lips as he looked her over one more time. “How are you connected to Katherine Pierce?”
The way I snorted at Elijah’s compulsion. Loved that last line of it. I felt Lucy’s embarrassment quite easily.
I can’t wait (through respectfully waiting patiently) to see what happens next. I’m very curious to know how you’ll be tying a few things, if at all, into this and I look forward to reading it.
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Arcady always cooks. I’m never certain if it’s out of irony—spending all that time on something they can’t even eat—or if they actually enjoy cooking. I think they like the ritual of it. It might almost be arcane, from a certain point of view. A specific (religious, even) set of instructions, ingredients and chemical changes. Strict instructions for a desired transformation.
And isn’t that what spells are, after all? Instructions you don’t understand, but hope will work any way. Arbitrary rules, which may or may not matter. Either it works or it doesn’t (or something in between) and we have no idea until it’s done with, and there’s nothing we can do.
Well now I’m just being theatrical.
That’s another part of our epicurean ritual—Arcady sitting down to ask me how it tastes. They sit across from me, hands folded on the table, and stare intently, waiting. I think they can guess when I lie—it’s good!—so I’ve started telling the truth. In the beginning they used far, far too much salt. I choked a little, on the first few meals. Asked for too many glasses of water.
Across the table, Arcady is talking, recounting things they read this week. Things they learned and researched, thoughts they had. Ways they tried to make sense of the world. I’m eating slowly, savoring the taste. I don’t quite enjoy it, not yet, it’s not familiar enough. It occurs to me that Arcady has never repeated the same dish twice. I wonder how—why—Arcady knows how to cook. They’ve spent most of their life unable to eat, to taste. Perhaps if I’m lucky, they’ll share that story with me one day.
I focus on the spoon in my hand, on the voice across the table. It’s a bit of a treat for me, having them carry the conversation. More often they’re so… self-contained. In the early years of our friendship, I was the one keeping the conversation alive. Babbling even, nervous at being stared down by an unblinking gaze. Twisting in my seat.
And why not? You meet someone many centuries older than anyone has a right to be, you assume they’re going to have answers. You are eager for approval. You assume there is some grand truth they might conceivably share with you, if only you are good enough. If only you are worthy. So of course I was desperate to impress, terrified of disappointing.
Arcady needs more blood than just mine. (“At least a liter a day,” they admitted once, in a mumble.) Fresh, warm blood is preferable when possible, but Arcady keeps their main supply in the refrigerator. And an emergency supply in the freezer, but they look disgusted if I even mention it. I don’t know.
It’s a bit of an experience, opening a refrigerator to find rows of plastic water bottles filled with blood, but you get used to it. Still more hygienic than most people’s fridges. At least Arcady keeps it clean. I keep yogurt in there.
I sit on a kitchen barstool and spin clockwise while Arcady retrieves sterile supplies from a cabinet. They are always so careful in this. Disposable exam gloves, alcohol wipes, hypodermic needles and standard plastic tubing. Just like getting blood drawn anywhere else. Medical. I’m not sure what I expected. I asked about it once. Arcady just looked confused and asked, How else would I do it?
I was going to rewatch 1931 Dracula again tonight and just as I turned it on a BAT started flying around at my window and wouldn’t go away and I’ve never seen a bat at my house before and let me tell you I’ve been so gay touched starved this quarantine I was about ready to risk letting a wild bat in my room if it meant it could possibly be one tall, Sexy vampire
Ah rabies
But what if the bat was from my secret gay vampire admirer
okay, i really cant resist rebloging this one, it’s too cute
Nah, The President of Frieza’s company is a damn cat and the Chairman, a model. The whole Cold Family is right under their feet.
Beerus runs the company but Whis runs the whole board, which makes him more powerful. Whis generally speaks for Beerus but if you listen closely, you can hear Lord Beerus speak to you. This is the only information ur getting.
oh my gosh, this is genius
I absolutely love your design for Whis, he looks like such a fashion model!
That new MasakoX video just hit different, Hit training Frost to become a vigilante?? SIGN ME UP. Frost fans and Frit shippers, lessgoooo
Just Hit intimately teaching Frost some of that good assassin techniques, nothing more✨
I’ve always wanted to try drawing Hit, his suit is so well-defined And I’m living for that height-difference.
Uhuhu I still can’t fully commit drawing full-time atm but omg, a break from studying rn is just what I need
Oh my GOSH, my Frit shipper heart has been reawoken!!! Im so happy rn, finally some fresh content for these bois
And Im so glad Masako actually made something for Frost, it’s so nice to see fans reappearing and expressing their agreements about how underrated and underused he was. I swear, the idea of Hit training him is something I’ve had on my mind for years- it’s such a sensible, potential filled thought that I wish DBS could have done/could do!!
Thank you so much for this beautiful artwork btw, your art style is amazing!! My Frit loving heart is delighted, more than you can imagine!!
The way Hit is just holding him is so cute, and Frost looks so flustered in that first one hehe
He is a smart, deceptive con man. This mans canNOT be trusted. He’ll slither all over you and lie his tongue out until he gets what he wants. Putting on a fake facade is his A-game and he always has a dirty trick up his sleeve! Literally.
Frost’s top game-plan now is real-estate scams, brings big money to the table but comes with a price…Frost was mistaken to be Frieza, he was accused of from selling fake property❌ to incoherent loaning under his name. Frieza is absolutely livid, who has been impersonating him and putting dirt on his business??
Fortunately, with the help of Cooler and the Armoured Squadron Bureau, they’re able to track this worm down. But killing Frost is surprisingly difficult, as he partnered-up with a certain assassin/bodyguard if things get messy.
Idk why but Frost gives me Bully Maguire vibes with his confidence.
FROST WAS BOUND TO ARRIVE EVENTUALLY, AAAA
Omg, he looks so fun lol, he’s having the time of his life Oh my goodness, thank you sm for drawing him!! He looks awesome!! Just a dapper dude trying to live his best life on the run dkhgdgdgd
Have Frost minding his business then the police pull someone over and it freaks him out. Went a little over board with the shading and lighting so I may redo this next year.
AAAA, do my eyes deceive me?! Beautiful Frost art!? Aaaa, it’s wonderful!! Any piece of art of this boi is always appreciated- you did an incredible job!! He’s beautiful <3
I’m so excited to finally reveal why I’ve been away for so long! My new book is coming in five weeks on March 1, 2022. Expect more looks at this soon, I cant wait to show you what I created.
Omggg you’re back!! What a delight!!
Wow, and you got a surprise too! That looks beautiful already! I’ll look forward to it
