#moldark

[mytardisisparked]

Do u guys ever wonder if, on some other planet, there are a couple of government agents that spend a lot of time trying to prove the existence of terrestrials?

#their names are Moldark and Schoolay #Schoolay is kinda skeptical #Moldark is a total believer #they're totally in love #thanks baylardo for the drawpile sesh heheh #and singe for hyping me up #the x files #fox mulder #dana scully

[bluebloom-twigs]

Night time sip

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I had the sudden urge to "quickly" draw my warrior Moldark last evening. It was a little rushed to the end.

#sylvari gw2 #gw2 #guildwars2 #gw2sylvari #moldark #myart

[emotional-support-salad]

Raw ;3

this took me way too long, but. actually i have no excuses. please enjoy!

tw: eye gore

also, thank you @commander-twig for letting me hurt moldark like that.

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Afritan watches the bloody water seep into the ground.

His hands are scrubbed raw; the bark of his knuckles flakes away, soft and tender. The inside of the tent smells of antiseptic and rubbing alcohol and soap. Afritan wraps his arms around his knees, crouched down next to a bucket, and breathes in, chases away the stink of charred wood that seems to stick to the palms of his hands, like a balm. His lower lip trembles, and bile claws up his throat. Whenever he closes his eyes, he’s back on the platform in the Cathedral, surrounded by risen. 

They were confident at first, when they felled a risen abomination without much trouble, and clambered up the steps to the first platform. The sky and the sea melted together at the distant horizon, in slats of gray. 

Don’t remember, don’t think.

The air felt so cold there, heavy and damp, crowding around the small expedition; there was no brine, no whiff of the sea crashing into the jagged rock islets below. Just repugnant rot, just musk. 

Moldark remained by his side when they inspected the ritual altar.

Footsteps slapped against the stairs, swarming the platform from each side with guttural voices and gaunt, jaunty faces. There must’ve been a dozen: thralls, a couple of brutes, plaguebearers and plague carriers. The fight that broke out had been brutal. Bursts of necrotic energy flinging around his ears, the cracks of brittle bones, the sick squelches of putrified organs flopping onto stone; a thrall hacked open by an axe. He got separated from Moldark during the commotion. 

Why did he ever allow Moldark out of his sight?  

Tears bud at the corners of his eyes. The rustle of the tent flap gets resolutely ignored as he presses a hand to his mouth, to keep the soft sobs from spilling out, but Afritan can still smell charred wood, and he gags; throat tight, closed up. He shudders when a hand curves over his shoulder, a familiar touch.

“I figured I would find you here,” Moldark mutters, and crouches down beside him. 

Afritan screws his eyes shut and shakes his head, mute. The tears are sliding down his cheeks. He doesn’t think he can stomach the sight of what he’s done, not yet, not when the memory still feels so fresh, like a new bruise, throbbing and aching when prodded, touched. He hugs his knees tighter, hides his face in the crook between his legs. Moldark rubs his back, leans his face against Afritan’s shoulder. 

“I asked you to do it.”  A murmur, simultaneously close by and far away.

When he found Moldark again, Moldark was standing over the remains of a risen thrall, holding a hand over his right eye; his battle ax in the other. Golden sap creeping through the cracks of his fingers. His chest rose, fell in rushed, haggard breaths. The adrenalin had him shaking. Moldark lowers his hand. He gasped, staring straight into the reddish chasm of Moldark’s eye socket. All color drained from his face. Moldark opened his fist and looked at his own eyeball, looking back at him. His mouth formed a soundless oh. 

“I know,” is all Afritan manages to say in response, slouching sideways against Moldark like he’s the only solid thing in the tent. 

There wasn’t a trace of hesitation in Moldark’s voice, in Moldark’s expression when he dropped his eyeball, with a hollow-sounding plop, and demanded Afritan to cauterize the socket with zealot’s fire. The other expedition members looked away as Afritan stepped closer, in a trance, wide-eyed and fearful, with blue flames dancing across the palm of his hand. 

He’s never heard Moldark scream like that.

Moldark drags his hand up the curve of Afritan’s spine and kneads the tense muscle at the junction of shoulder and neck. Words have always meant less than actions to Moldark, and Afritan allows the comfort, gives comfort in turn with skittish fingers trailing over Moldark’s kneecap. 

We’ll be okay, the touches said, and Afritan allows himself to believe them.

. 

#gw2 #gw2 fanfic #gw2 fic #tw: eye gore #gw2 sylvari #gw2 guardian #gw2 warrior #ch: afritan #ch: moldark #ship: afrimol

[honestlybookreviews]

I’ve got this book as an ARC in exchange for an honest review. Let me first tell you because this review could also me my fault or blame. Recently I haven’t read a lot of YA books, only contemporary romance and something from “real” life, no magic. So for me to get into ya took a minute, but here we go. This is the third book of the series and honestly I don’t know if the author does this on purpose but for me the beginnings of the books are rather slow, too long and nothing is happening. In this book it took me about 68% to get into the book and finally get some action. Which is no bad. I’m saying this again, this might be my fault. However even thought the first half of the book was “uneventful” for me, after that I couldn’t put the book down and I needed to know what will happen. I also don’t know how to feel about a certain thing with a certain person slash people. Like I don’t know if I should be happy, angry, sad, excited or just kill him, haha. I love Safi, Val and Nat so much! I wish I had friends like them. They are here for Kat no matter what, supporting her, going to the ends of the world for her. They are amazing and a blessing! Ulric? Honestly I don’t know how to feel about him, I mean in a boyfriend material, he’s probably perfect! He’s sweet, sensitive, caring, protective etc. I liked him in the first two books, but when Moldark came I kind of switched sides. I mean, c’mon, Moldark is dark, handsome (so is Ulric) and just DARK! HAHA. But I don’t know how to feel right now about both of them. In this book we’ve learned that Kat had to hide somewhere safe, she learned new things about her ancestor Esmeralda Quartz, the good and the book. She found support she needed before, she found downfalls. But through thick and thin she was able to stay herself and what she wants/needs! The ending got me good! Like real, real good! I’m hoping that the forth and last book is not gonna start as the 3 before did. I’d still read it though, but I’m hoping. (No offense). Overall I really liked this book. For me it’s more of a mild audience, meaning there’s no bad language (or maybe a tiny bit, but no swearing), no 18+ scenes. This is totally okay, not every books needs it! But I really liked this one, I can’t wait to read what lies ahead for Kat and her friends.

#Bloodline Academy #Ahava Trivedi #Witches #Warlocks #Sanguine Spell #ARC #book review #advanced reading copy #Vampires

[myspagetohno]

New OCs

Clown Club

»Clown shoes are a requirement apon entry«

Left to right: Lucian Leontine Moldark(with & without clown makeup), Zita Bayleev, Jamey "Blueberry" Stevens

(more characters to be added to the universe they're in)

#clown club ocs #luci #zita #blueberry boi #my ocs art #digital art #zita can see ghosts #i accidently made blueberry bois arms as long as their body but i dont feel like fixing it #ndls #my art

[rafaelosales-blog]

Moldark #character #characterdesign #concept #conceptart #originalcharacter #comic #comics #digitalart #draw #drawing #desenho #illustration #ilustração #procreate #wacom #rpg #villain

#wacom #characterdesign #draw #desenho #ilustração #procreate #illustration #rpg #digitalart #comic #character #villain #drawing #conceptart #comics #concept #originalcharacter

[hermanwatts]

Science Fiction and Fantasy New Releases: 11 July, 2020

In this week in Science Fiction and Fantasy, humans are under the microscope as an invasive species, a special forces unit strives to prevent the spread of an interstellar empire, and a collection of fantasy stories by David C. Smith appears for the first time in 40 years.

Final Days: Colony (Final Days #2) – Jasper T. Scott and Nathan Hystad

Kendra, Andrew, and the other survivors arrive with Lewis Hound’s chosen people at an unfamiliar planet with more questions than answers: how did they get there? Where did all of the advanced technology come from? And is this really Proxima B Centauri?

The colony ship breaks into sections and makes an emergency landing amidst a meteor shower, and Lewis Hound, Eden’s enigmatic leader, goes missing.

Despite their misgivings and the initial chaos, people soon settle into a routine in the fledgling colony. But a growing number of suspicious circumstances lead Andrew and Kendra to doubt what they’re being told, and they begin to think that there might be more dangerous predators about than the ones on four legs.

With new friends and old adversaries, they struggle to find the truth behind a growing web of deceit.

What is beyond the forbidden mountain ranges that surround the valley where they landed? And where is Lewis Hound?

Incursion (The Necromancer’s Key #1) – Mitchell Hogan

Seventeen years have passed since the Necromancer Queen Talia was overthrown and slain, and her capital city destroyed by the Knights of the Order of Eternal Vigilance.

Anskar DeVantte, raised in the sacred disciplines of the Order, is now ready to face the brutal initiation trials to become a consecrated knight-sorcerer.

But the further Anskar rises in the ranks the more his faith wavers, and he is beset by harrowing dreams and uncertainty. As troubling powers awaken within him, a schism grows between Anskar and his hallowed Order, and he draws the hungry gaze of the vanquished queen’s fanatical followers.

As Anskar pieces together the mysteries of his early life, and begins to understand the malevolent forces gathering in his path, he finds himself with a crucial choice to make:

Remain loyal to the Order’s righteous mission, or control the dark powers growing within him.

Either way, his destiny is steeped in war. The only question is, which side will he be on?

Invasive Species – Chad Olson

Seventeen-year-old Josiah has three goals: break out of prison, find his sister, and get back home. But when that prison is a giant orb-terrarium on an alien planet, his sister has been abducted to parts unknown, and his home planet of Earth is light years away, Josiah’s goals can seem as unreachable as the stars.

On top of all that, the band of humans he’s stuck with is controlled by an iron-fisted ex-soldier who recently killed the only friend Josiah had. Josiah knows full well he might be next on the maniac’s hit list.

Things are not much better outside the prison. The alien captors had seemed content to watch the humans like disinterested scientists observing animals in a zoo, but now their behavior is changing. Conflict has erupted between them, and even though they recently introduced a new human to the terrarium, a frightened girl Josiah’s age, the aliens have begun to ignore their prisoners and turn against each other, all of which may be tied to the seismic quakes that are beginning to rock the planet.

 As Josiah and the other humans struggle for freedom, they discover that their forced immigration to this new world carries an even greater cost than they imagined. Can Josiah and the others bear this cost, keep their humanity, and make it to freedom before time runs out?

The Last Archon (Heroes Unleashed: Atlantean Knights #1) – Richard Watts and Thomas Plutarch

For three thousand years, Deckard Riss has been alone. Ever since his home sunk into the sea with Atlantis, he has been the last of his people. The final Atlantean knight, the last Archon.

Then fate forced an apprentice on him, and now the pair of them police the streets of Atlanta, magicians in hiding as superheroes.

Now there are whispers of Atlantis on the wind, another sorcerer at work. This unknown dark wizard sacrifices superpowered teenagers in grisly ritual suicides. And Deckard’s magic, once so easily accessed, starts slipping beyond his grasp.

If he doesn’t have his powers, he can’t stop the rending of reality to allow monsters into our world. If he doesn’t have his powers, he is nothing.

Deckard only has to hold on for another year. Just one more year, to train his apprentice to take his place, and stop the end of the world. And he’s not sure he can do it.

Will his apprentice step up to save the world, or will he drive the boy away with his secrets?

Redemption (The Last Enclave #2) – Morgan Cole

Hordes of alien monsters are breeding on Pluto. The shield protecting Sol is failing. Can Jake save Earth from infestation and annihilation?

After his triumph on Pax, Jake returns home to Earth. In far northern Canada his grandfather hid an outpost that may have the solution.

The town sheriff thinks he’s an imposter, unnamed government agencies would love to vivisect him, and powerful forces lurk in the shadows.

Even with his grandfather’s powerful legacy, will Jake have what it takes to stop the threat to Earth?

Rise of a Wizard Queen (Fate of Wizardoms #5) – Jeffery L. Kohanek

A woman claims a crystal throne, granting her the power of a god – an act long forbidden. With her rise, the world trembles.

As thrones of power fall vacant, one insatiable wizard seeks to increase his might. He never suspected a wizardess might foil his plans.

A queen rises from the south and forms an unprecedented alliance – an army from multiple wizardoms, backed by the magic of a wizard lord. This dominant force sweeps across the land, consuming all in its wake.

A squad of misfits, thrust into the roles of reluctant heroes, seek to alter fate and save their world from the Dark Lord. Even they are blind to the elaborate schemes of gods.

Rise of the Gladias (Ruins of the Galaxy #9) – J. N. Chaney and Christopher Hopper

While light may burn for a moment, the darkness will be there when it dies.

In the aftermath of Moldark’s death and Soldark’s creation, Magnus, Awen, and the rest of the Gladio Umbra must follow the sinister warlord back through the quantum tunnel into metaspace. Questions swirl around the enemy’s ultimate intentions, as do the fates of those bound to serve the malevolent leader.

What awaits the gladias, however, may prove to be more than they can handle.

An otherworldly amalgamation of the Paragon’s goals and the Luma’s powers, Soldark gathers his forces for a final showdown against those who would thwart his plans. He summons both the living and the dead, assured that nothing will be able to stop him from having his day of vengeance.

Will the gladias be able to put a stop to Soldark’s relentless rise to power? Or will the galaxy finally fall victim to the greatest destruction ever unleashed on sentient species?

Tales of Attluma – David C. Smith

A resurrected sorcerer grants the wishes of the desperate men who have returned him to life—but in ways none of them anticipates.

A prince makes a bargain with a barbarian criminal to travel into a lost world of violence and sorcery to save the life of a woman who may already be dead.

Marauders who attack a city devoted to a great goddess suffer her strange curse when she answers the pleas of her dying priestess.

The last survivors of an ancient continent confront evil at every step as they march beneath skies of endless darkness to reach the haven they hope will lead them to safety.

These tales and a dozen more by fantasy and adventure author David C. Smith appear in this unique collection. Out of print for more than 40 years, these stories were first published in the days of limited-circulation fanzines—the only avenue for new work created by the generation of writers who grew up in the shadow of the pulp magazines. The paperback reprints of those pulp stories in the late 1960s and early 1970s encouraged an entire generation of young writers to enlarge on that tradition of popular American storytelling. Now they are in print once more for a new generation of fantasy fiction enthusiasts.

Science Fiction and Fantasy New Releases: 11 July, 2020 published first on https://sixchexus.weebly.com/

[verrottweil]

It's peaceful at the makeshift camp. The Pact made good use of the terrain's steep cliffs to set up a defensible position and barricaded the exit to the grotto with further fortifications. Afritan and Moldark reached the encampment sometime in the afternoon, when the worst of the heat already passed.

They cleaned up with rag and bucket, scrubbing away the sweat, blood and dirt of a day's travel.

Moldark met up with an old acquaintance from his Vigil days--a tall, blue sylvari ranger named Tatule whose smile reminds Afritan of sharks in bloody waters--and traded a few favors so they could have a tent for a whole night. The thief accompanying Tatule, a bright-eyed sylvari with flowers growing through the branches of his hair, shot them a salacious wink.

--

a sylvari guardian and a sylvari warrior stumble from pact camp to pact camp in verdant brink; in between the hostile wildlife, the perilous terrain and the mordrem assault, the sylvari guardian tries to deal with the dragon's call. with varying degrees of success.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #sylvari #gw 2 fanfic #gw2 fanfiction #gw2 fanart #my writing

[delicatewhumps]

So Little Time

Based on this post.

The first person Ev calls is Dory, the team leader. 

“Who is this?” Dory asks, and she sounds so much older than when Ev had left the team all those years ago. 

“It’s Ev.” Ev grits his teeth against the pain from the wound in his side. “Look, I-”

“Ev? Oh my God,” says Dory, letting out a sharp laugh. “You better have a good reason to be calling me.”

“I’m dying. I got shot, and it’s too late for me. Now shut up. I need to tell you some things.”

Dory is quiet for a few moments. “Where are you? Because I can send a medic out there, you know I can, and we’re fast so we can get there quickly.”

“It’s too late. I already said that.” Ev sucks in a painful breath. “I wanted to let you know why I left the team, alright?” Before Dory can respond, he continues. “I was threatened. Moldark told me that if I didn’t quit the team immediately, he would kill me and my entire family.”

“Jesus, Ev. Why are you telling me now?” Dory’s voice is thin, like she’s crying. But she never cries.

“Because his men just came and shot me anyway. Don’t know- don’t know why they did it now of all times, but they said they’re going to you guys next.” Ev swallows, tasting blood. “That’s all I wanted to say.... Goodbye, Dory. You guys were really good to me and I’m sorry it had to end this way.”

“No!” Dory cries, but Ev has already hung up.

His fingers slippery with blood, he dials Tiana the decoder.

She recognizes the number. “Hey, Ev. What’s up?”

I can’t tell her that I got shot, he realizes. If she knows then it will break her heart and she’ll be too sad. So he just says “I was able to get something from Moldark’s men. I just had a small run-in, nothing serious, and pulled a notepad out of one guy’s pocket.”

“Wow, that’s great!” Tiana sounds like she’s smiling. “Where should I meet you to pick them up?”

Ev strains to look at the street signs. “In the alley by Applewood and 10th,” he says. She is going to come too late and find my dead body, and the notepad will be in my bag. “Tiana? Thanks for this. I really appreciate it.”

“Aw, Ev, it’s my pleasure! I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.”

Looking at the puddle of blood on the ground confirms Ev’s suspicions that he will not still be alive when she gets here. “See you then.” Click.

Who next? Ev painstakingly dials the number for Kody, his best friend, and something else too, there’s something else there, I think I love him - no. He doesn’t love Kody. He can’t.

“Ev? It’s 11:00 at night. Why are you calling this late?”

Tears spill down Ev’s cheeks. “I just wanted to talk.” Please, that’s all I want, is just to talk with you, to have a normal ten or fifteen minutes before I bleed out.

“Of course, yeah, that’s fine,” says Kody. “Hey, I just got the Sims 4 on my laptop, and I’ve already burned my house down.”

Ev smiles. His vision is growing blurry, and it’s not just from the tears. The gunshot wound doesn’t hurt anymore. He takes his hand off of it. “How did you burn your house down?”

“I was cooking! Man, that’s just the wildest thing. I love this game.” There’s a muffled sound over the phone as if Kody is digging through a bag. “And I also went to Target, and I impulse bought a really fat hippo stuffed animal. His name is George.”

“Say hi to George for me.” Ev’s lips are numb, and so are his fingers. He manages to press the button for speakerphone before the phone slips from his hands, landing in the pool of blood.

Kody laughs. “I will. You need to come over so you can see him! He’s really big. Like, massive. He’s as big as my upper body!” 

I love you, thinks Ev. I love you so much, but I can’t tell you that because I’m scared. “He sounds great. Did y’get anything else at Target?” His words are starting to melt together.

“No, just George. Are you okay? You sound drunk.”

“Yeah, ‘m fine.” Ev’s eyes slip shut, and suddenly he’s hit with a spike of fear. Oh God I have to tell him, I have to tell Kody that I love him because if I don’t do it now then I’ll never get the chance and he’ll never know. “Kody?”

“Yeah?”

It takes a lot of effort for Ev to form words. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. Please don’t be sad.” And now Ev feels himself drifting away, a weird sort of comfort rushing over his soul like whitewater.

“What?! Wait, why would I be sad? Oh my God. Please tell me you’re just drunk, please, please. Ev!”

Ev doesn’t respond. Things are hurting again, all at once, and he moans. It’s happening it’s happening I can feel myself dying and it hurts so badly.

“Shit!! Ev, just stay awake. Can you tell me where you are?” Kody is desperate, frantic.

“Applewood n’ 10th,” mumbles Ev with the last of his energy. He feels peaceful, but it hurts, and he really doesn’t want to die. 

“I’ll be right there. Fuck. Please hang on for me. And stay on the phone!”

But Ev can’t speak. He can barely even breathe. Stars swim in front of his eyes, all different colors, which is weird because aren’t stars supposed to be in the sky? It doesn’t matter. The stars help distract him from the burning pain in his side.

They’re... they’re so pretty...

It turns out that Tiana arrives first, jogging around the corner carrying a few books with her laptop bag slung over her shoulder. As soon as she sees Ev, she skids to a stop, dropping the books. “Ev?!” she says, falling to her knees and rolling Ev over onto his back. “Ev, you better not be dead. I swear to God, if you’re dead, I will never forgive you.”

Ev’s eyes open, just slightly, but that’s enough to make Tiana start crying. 

“Stay with me. Stay with me!” She stands up, struggling to pull him up too. He leans heavily into her, but stays up. “You need an ambulance.”

“No,” Ev says breathlessly. “No, M..Moldark has influence everywhere. Take me home.”

Before Tiana can say anything, Kody comes riding into the alley, pedaling as fast as he can. Tears are streaming down his cheeks as he brakes, jumps off his bike, and runs over to Tiana and Ev. “Who are you?” he says, his voice shaky.

“I’m Tiana, the- well, I’m an old coworker of Ev’s. Who are you?”

Kody sniffles, putting Ev’s arm around his shoulders and propping his other side up. “We love each other.” That makes the hint of a smile curve up on Ev’s face, and Koda fights back a sob. “Now let’s get him to the hospital!”

“No,” says Tiana. “We... we can’t do that.”

“Why the fuck not? He’s dying!”

Tiana sighs. “The crime lord Moldark and his goons would kill Ev the second they had him alone. It’s a long story that we don’t have time for right now. Come on, we’re taking him back to my place.”

#whumpblr #whumplr #whump #moldark #tiana #ev #koda #dora #so little time #mine #kind of #prompt response

[bluebloom-twigs]

Tears

#guild wars 2 #gw2 sylvari #art #gw2art #sylvariart #gw2 #moldark #myart

[bluebloom-twigs]

Hellooo~ Todays another parade starting in Lion's Arch and am gonna bring my demi salad in! Hopefully his boyfriend alongside him. So if anyone will see this fella in either one of these looks it's me~

#gw2 #sylvari #gw2 screenshots #tyriaparade2019 #moldark #when you walk casually with your bf #vs when someone approaches them

[bluebloom-twigs]

I took so little screens because my computer couldn’t handle the best appearance -weeps- posting only today cause it turned out to be so late last night when I finally got off hah- but I saw some folks and even managed to march with a friend of mine half way of it all!

Screens on the bottom and character on the left @verrottweil <3 other people I saw @likemesomesalads @commanders-sole-braincell @thirteenth-machina @azurequinox @caim-the-godstomper and few more that weren’t really included in these screens, but you all looked stunning and hope to see you again! \o/

#gw2 #guildwars2 #tyriapride2019 #screenshots #moldark #my shroom self blends in with the ground

[bluebloom-twigs]

MOLDARK for Moldy :3

Moldark it is!

Answers to asks below!

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Touching his foliage and/or pecs. He’s found it being very exciting when he’s surprised from behind with getting his pecs grabbed on to even if he doesn’t show off that kind of excitement, it would come off more as a “not again” rather than “spirits you better not let go”

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He sees no problem with either one, giving or receiving, but he does find it more experimental getting to give more, he has never been very ‘active’ with anyone before other than his lover.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere his partner really desires to. Mostly it’s a comfortable mattress he likes to get on to do it so that neither of the twos backs will hurt later on kek.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Voyeurism. Surprisingly getting to secretly catch his love pleasure himself while calling the ex-courtiers name gets him hot and bothered. Let’s not forget body worship though, he doesn’t admit it but he’s pretty into it when his love likes to touch so much of him, explore all of his body.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Docile, surprisingly affectionate counting in his intimidating demeanor. He’s like a touch starved kitten, doesn’t want you to get off bed unless you got a good reason to pfft.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s down to experiment stuff, “taking risks is part of life” his friends words he took use of.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Biting, gags, BDSM, leash, collars, romance/affection, deep throat (giving), Facials (giving), face-sitting, rimming, sounding, begging, tit fcking.

#gw2nasties #moldark #mytalikes #ask

[bluebloom-twigs]

complete g. and j. for moldark pls (if you want), and if you have time: l. for kasem

Am late sorry bby

G. Gorgeus - Moldark

1. what is their most attractive external feature?

Can’t say if its his face, or if its rather his legs cause the guy has some strong thighs... We’ll go with his legs.

2. what is the most attractive part of their personality?

It’s either that he’s very respectful or loyal 

3. what benefits come with being their friend?

He’ll always got your back even in life threatening or simple tasks. He’ll get time to be able to help you out.

4. what parts of them do they like and dislike?

He doesn’t openly really say what he likes and what he dislikes, but he does like strength and what he has he likes very much so. He’ll always work to make himself stronger. 

What he might not like then is how intimidating he still looks, like he had come fresh out of the nightmare, since what he looks like has made people share glances and he can feel his own hand grip on his axe handle upon seeing that. He wishes he didn’t look as evil as he does.

5. what parts of others do they envy?

He doesn’t envy a lot of things so that’ll stay blank for now.

J. Joy - Moldark

1. what makes them happy?

Coming home, to Hoelbrak, where he knows he won’t be judged for what he once was.

2. who makes them happy?

His guardian, Afritan.

3. are there any songs that bring them joy?

He’s gotten so used to what Norns play that he’s come to love their music.

4. are they happy often?

If he is then you bet you can’t really see that on his face ha ha, unless you’re Afritan, he gets to see genuine happiness on his face from time to time.

5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

Afritan- again ha ha. He was already pretty happy with what he had in Hoelbrak but Afritan just filled that space that was still empty for him, at this moment he wouldn’t be able to see his life without him anymore.

I. In-The-Closet - Kasem

1. what is their sexuality?

//scratches head/ hmh, haven’t thought about it much. Pansexual? who leans towards masculinity

2. have they ever questioned their sexuality?

Not really no, he’s comfortable with it.

3. have they ever questioned their gender?

Nope!

4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

Yes, I mean he doesn’t have a family, but yes. At least his Chaks cool with it! does that count?

5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

It wouldn’t take long tbh he’s pretty straightforward about everything, as awkward he is hah.

#gw2 #sylvari #moldark #kasem #ask #verrottweil

[bluebloom-twigs]

🖊 + moldark ;3c or alternatively 🖊 + dazel dei

I would already almost say you know everything about Moldark by now. 🖊 Moldark

As you know at least, Moldarks a pretty quiet type, doesn’t find the need to really talk unless there is someone to talk to. But before the time he joined the nightmare he was actually more talkative, curious about the world like most saplings are and that was mainly because of his friend Delion. Delions optimistic and bright attitude took hold of him which reasoned him to get in all sorts of trouble with the guardian, even if he was the one to think before acting but if Delion went out first he came after... to rescue the idiot. But ever since he slowly pushed himself closer towards the nightmare he would talk less and show lack of emotion. Shortly put; the nightmare just suffocated what he used to be.

🖊 Dazel DeiDei controls all four elements yes, but the strongest one he can control is earth, second comes fire. Even to this day he continues to train his elemental powers even without his mentor. He thinks even though offense is good out in the battle, sometimes he would have to stand back and be able to help their injured allies.

But hey, not only training does take his time nope. He has someone to look after to which is an asura orphan he so happened to find one day, abandoned but had a burst of life in them they almost bruised his face if he hadn’t seen them jump leg first in his direction. How could he possibly not say yes to taking him with him? So half, if not most of his time goes to now looking after the lil guy given name as Pohemm.

#gw2 #ask #verrottweil #moldark #dazel dei

[bluebloom-twigs]

you know i have to. for the oc meme: moldark with 3, 5, 8, 20, 39, 47, 53 and 54. (you don't have to do all of them ofc~)

whoo-whee, I will try to answer as many you wanna know Verr~

3. Orientation and Relationship status (single, taken (by who?), crush (on who?))

Demisexual is what fits him, he has never had any attraction towards anyone until his boyfriend Afritan came into his life~ So yeah he’s taken!

5. Height and Body type

hmmm... never really thought about writing in his height? but I supposed it could be around 1.80m - 1.85m? He has like a dorito shaped torso, wide shoulders and a thin waistline which gets wider once you go past that over to his hips to his thighs.

8. Weapon of Choice(?)

Double axes. Sometimes he can swing a hammer too~

20. Clothing/Aesthetic

He doesn’t necessarily care much about what he wears but it’s usually something dark and practical. Though if his love would want him to wear something cutesy he wouldn’t go against it.

39. Your character walks into a cafe. What do they order?

Black coffee and a cinnamon bun. Simple, he doesn’t need to go extra.

47. What was this character’s biggest turning point in their life, something that changed them almost completely?

Must of been when his friend found out  he was working with the nightmare- Since he had adjusted himself deep into it he tried to crawl and drag himself out of there for a better life so that his friends wouldn’t have to suffer because of his actions, that’s the last thing he wants out of it.

53. Expectations vs Reality: what did you expect and what did you get with this character?

Maybe my few thoughts were that he’d be more power hungry and care very little about others, cold and mean. But why won’t you look at that he’s now just stoic and watches out for the others backs, even has turned out to be softer than what he might seem at first glance thanks to his sweetheart.

54. What does your character want, and what do they need?

He always asks very little and same for giving. But perhaps what he wants is to change his ways, how he sees the world around him more than as just bloodshed. What does he need? support, that’s why he also has a guardian to lean on.

#gw2 #guildwars2 #moldark #ask #verrottweil #yeesh #can't remember the last time I did one of these