Last Post Actually Got A Couple Likes So I Guess Im Posting More Art Of My Ttrpg Character Abel

WAA why not here's an animatic I made quite a while ago, it happens during the same chapter of my story as my previous post.

It's nothing special, I'm not good at this stuff really haha, but I'm still proud of it :]

Feel free to ask about the story? I'd love to share! The main girls name is Magpie, the human lad is Tristan <3

YESSSSSSSS I LOVE THIs STUFF i've got a bunch of planets with all of these traits and i adore them rnhhhrrhggg weird societies my beloveds <3

Small fantasy worldbuilding elements you might want to think about:

A currency that isn’t gold-standard/having gold be as valuable as tin

A currency that runs entirely on a perishable resource, like cocoa beans

A clock that isn’t 24-hours

More or less than four seasons/seasons other than the ones we know

Fantastical weather patterns like irregular cloud formations, iridescent rain

Multiple moons/no moon

Planetary rings

A northern lights effect, but near the equator

Roads that aren’t brown or grey/black, like San Juan’s blue bricks

Jewelry beyond precious gems and metals

Marriage signifiers other than wedding bands

The husband taking the wife's name / newlyweds inventing a new surname upon marriage

No concept of virginity or bastardry

More than 2 genders/no concept of gender

Monotheism, but not creationism

Gods that don’t look like people

Domesticated pets that aren’t re-skinned dogs and cats

Some normalized supernatural element that has nothing to do with the plot

Magical communication that isn’t Fantasy Zoom

“Books” that aren’t bound or scrolls

A nonverbal means of communicating, like sign language

A race of people who are obligate carnivores/ vegetarians/ vegans/ pescatarians (not religious, biological imperative)

I’ve done about half of these myself in one WIP or another and a little detail here or there goes a long way in reminding the audience that this isn’t Kansas anymore.

And last but not least, my beloved Abel, the Ghost

This is a uuuuuuuuh recreation of Bacchus by Caravaggio, for a Uni assignment, except with one of my ocs yippeeee yippeee!!

This is Darner, i feel like he has a similar vibe to the basic caricature of Dionysius/Bacchus, sooo I chose him

R E B I R T H

a ttrpg oc backstory :)

Abel Weiss grew up the first son to a wealthy couple in a nice neighbourhood, he was never a popular child, friends weren't something he ever found ease in making, but he got by.

When it came to late secondary school he met Emeliana, a new girl in town who'd quickly hit it off with most of her classmates, quite the charismatic type. She approached Abel, and a strange relationship spiralled from there.

It was always clear they weren't quite right for each other, they'd constantly spend time together but never seemed that interested in each other. They'd go to parties as a happy pair, but then Abel would sit in the corner grumbling about not wanting to be there, and then Emiliana would bicker back.. and then they'd both be storming out.

It was a hot October evening, the sun sinking behind the canopy of the forest near Emeliana's home, they found themselves curled up in the warmth of her room, and soon disagreeing yet again…

“just- just LEAVE Abel, fuck off"

“I didn't do anything Emile, what the hell is your problem?”

She was antsy, eyes darting to the window and door.

“I said, LEAVE, ABEL”

“... fine, whatever, but I can't keep dealing with your anger issues every five minutes! I love you with everything I have and you treat me like shit.”

“Liar.”

“What?”

“You're a liar…”

“Oh for fucks sake shut u-”

“Get out”

The door slammed, and he left, trotting along the dark street, huffing and kicking at stones, hands buried in pockets, the moon hung low, fog clung to the shine of lamp posts as moths flitted blindly in the distorted rays.

The air wasn't right.

Dread pricked needles deep into his shoulders.

The roads weren't empty.

“Emile are you seriously going to demand I leave then fucking follow m-”

His mouth contorted as his body swirled and laid eyes on her twisting form, tufts of fur pushing through, a painful growl escaping and golden eyes piercing into him making his chest ache, stealing his breath.

“Emile?” He choked on the word, stumbling up the pavement into the grass, backing mindlessly towards the lying shelter of the towering Scots pines and fir plantations.

There was a fear in his words, a genuine longing and worry as her body cruelly shifted and shunted awkwardly toward him, nothing but a snarl matching his cry.

Nails became claws, teeth became fangs. He turned, and ran.

The woods were pitch dark, the only sound his own heartbeat in his ears and howls close behind, the moon's glow through occasional gaps in the branches a respite.

An opening, feet fumbling down a slope barely keeping their placement, the cold glow of water spreading out around him, pebbles crunching under foot fall, teeth sinking, driving, another step denied, the ground and sharp rocks coming up to meet his skull.

Searing pain burning and sizzling, flowing fiercely under piercing panicked eyes, limbs weak and shaken, cut and bruised.

The lick of lips and sniffing of acrid red iron, blood, pooling and mixing.

He pushed himself helplessly to his knees, hands were soaked, skull itching with fiery pain, crimson ichor flooded his fading vision, memories flickered. He swung his head around, almost throwing up from the awful motion, meeting the face of a beast with eyes so familiar.

“Emeliana… please..”

His voice was waning, ached, as he dragged himself against the stones onto his feet, stumbling like a wounded lamb into the ice cold of the lake.

Nowhere to go.

She followed, gaze unbreaking, intently watching his sad attempts. Her form contorted once more as she wadded into the ripples, ratty wolven fur gave way to hazel locks and tear dribbling eyes.

Her brows furrowed, a snarl persisted, his terrified gaze locked with hers of pure yellow rage.

Desperate nails clawed at him, finding hold in wet cloth and skin as balance failed and his form dropped into bloody water.

Hands grasped and pulled, finding purchase around a gasping throat, pushing and squeezing against a flailing expiring body.

His eyes blurred and squinted against pond water as air left him in jittering bubbles, a final search for love and regret in her eyes. Naught remained. Writhing limbs became decadent, hope lost, eyes rolled, the last gasps of life lost under the water.

Light glowed down on her verdant painting of liquid sunset, she stood tall and raised her tainted palms to the moon, rising from the lake onto the stony reed lined banks, trailing her bloodshed into the grass.

Not an ounce of true regret persisted, only gratefulness to the silent drifting corpse.

Ok honestly i think im just gonna start reblogging any cool writing posts i find tehe <3

Physical Contact Masterpost

Hand-Holding Dialogue

Hand-Holding

Touching

Hugs

Hugging Dialogue

Touch Starved Prompts

Touches Ask Games

Super soft intimacy

Casual Affections

Seeking out physical affection

Romantic, non-sexual intimacy prompts

Kisses

First Kisses

First Kiss Prompts

Accidental Kisses

Places for kissing

Angsty Kisses

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Our third member, January, the Hollow

Honestly never done art trends but this was fun :]

Magpie again yayyyy i love her

The second member of our group, the Fae, Gail