fantasy prosthesis

warlock ❌ cartoon villain ✅

Aaaaaand now for something completely different!

Here is a little animation that I recently made of a friend's void elf warlock.

"The devil is in the details Lady Ravenwood, profit and power are found between the lines of a ledger as often as a grimoire." He said, coming to pluck the offered 'coin' and turned it forward and back.

What mirth had been on his lips lowering into something much less warm and encouraging. "Azeroth would not have need for enchanted bullets, augmented weaponry, and ludicrously wasteful displays of combat magic if people were so...fragile. This portal shard was made by you?" He said, coming to rub the coin immediately and flicking it offhandedly away from them both right there on the spot. His cowled visage followed the coin. Staring as the portal between there and elsewhere opened. Studying the HOW the sunder in space and time occurred, by what means, with what ferocity it peeled the threads of existence aside. "A man puts you in the way of danger, and you promise him a place to hide under your wings without price? I did not realize my regalia made me look so foolish Lady Ravenwood, that you would not have me immediately think this a trap in the making. Where does this lead?" He said coldly, his cowled visage turning to stare at her now.

@santana-ravenwood

“You see what I’m dealing with now, don’t you?”

Santana purses her lips together for a moment, looking over at him, and nods her head in a slow up-and-down motion. "I suppose that is true. Of course, I wonder now if you always get into such situations or if I just caught you on a particularly bad day. Is it safe to assume you managed to handle the problem since you are here?" 

She inhales a deep breath and lets out a slight huff. "You know I am not useless myself. I'm not really one who needs protection and all that. However, I appreciate you doing so on our last run-in together. Perhaps next time, you can be the bait." She winks to let him know she is just joking with him, her lips curving upward. 

She tilts her head. "I don't think we actually formally introduced ourselves. I think we were a bit preoccupied with me being cheese and not being eaten. I am Lady Santana Ravenwood, though many just call me The Raven." 

@nixalegos

Nixalegos has occasionally sent out all four of his bound Sayaads on a mission of infiltration, espionage, and utmost discretion. It plays out like an episode of Totally Spies.

"Oh it was a most excellent day Lady Ravenwood." He said, forgoing the moniker in favor of her title. "A full on routing save a single survivor whos already fleeing with a tracking spell and mechanical bug on their person." He said, his pneumatic gauntlets coming to clomp his hands, not that the gesture was doing much to get the ash and soot off. "It'll be a small stint of paperwork over the legality, then having a salvage team come and take everything not nailed down." He explained, as if the adventuring lifestyle and daring do was utterly mundane and cut and dry. "And I meant no disrespect. I was assured by my summon you were suitably...willing to engage in your own defense. Admirable, really, but considering the circumstances of which you found yourself, it would have been doubly rude of me to put you in harms way and then expect you to actually deal with such barbarity." He explained. To which he gave an almost polite half bow, "Lord Felscythe, Nethermancer of Silvermoon, Loyal to Dreadscar, Occultist, Consultant, Hero." He said with a grin as he rose back to his full commanding height. "You've my gratitude over your brief performance as cheese." He then teased.

@santana-ravenwood

“You see what I’m dealing with now, don’t you?”

Santana purses her lips together for a moment, looking over at him, and nods her head in a slow up-and-down motion. "I suppose that is true. Of course, I wonder now if you always get into such situations or if I just caught you on a particularly bad day. Is it safe to assume you managed to handle the problem since you are here?" 

She inhales a deep breath and lets out a slight huff. "You know I am not useless myself. I'm not really one who needs protection and all that. However, I appreciate you doing so on our last run-in together. Perhaps next time, you can be the bait." She winks to let him know she is just joking with him, her lips curving upward. 

She tilts her head. "I don't think we actually formally introduced ourselves. I think we were a bit preoccupied with me being cheese and not being eaten. I am Lady Santana Ravenwood, though many just call me The Raven." 

@nixalegos

Having your own OC as your Blorbo is great because you will never have to see a bad Fannon brainrot take or awful but inexplicably popular ship involving them, but also I Have To Do Everything Myself Around Here Augh

Send "👁" for a starter

Fel Harvester 💚🐺

Commission for SuaveSenpai on FA! :3

Higher res, time lapse video, and drawing stage snapshots on my Patreon!

PUT A “∞” IN MY ASK BOX AND I’LL SHUFFLE MY MUSIC PLAYER AND GIVE YOU MY FAVORITE LYRIC FROM THE SONG THAT COMES UP.

uhh.

Its WARLOCK WEDNESDAY!

And I wanna talk shop. Sent asks about demons, necromancy, all the black magics, and I shall give my opinions.

Quest: Fill Nix's inbox with asks about his niche focus.

Reward: One spooky credit.

REBLOG IF IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO BOTHER YOU IF YOU'RE MY MUTUAL

"Hmm, you know, little secret, most of the time when someone goes into a ramble, or perhaps lecture, it's not for your benefit, but the speakers. Problems talked about outloud often help connect answers to problems that were unseen until then. Most mages with a backround in theoretical bibliomancy will keep a small rubber toy to squeeze and elaborate runic errors outloud at, despite the fact they are inanimate." He explained with the same dry still air a professor might recite an old lesson. "In this scenario you're the duck, cause I don't particularly care if you're listening or not. Actually, I'd prefer you ignorant and vulnerable to manipulations if I'm being honest, so please, feel free to grab a drink and I'll call you over when I'vve figured out how best to use you like a damn tool." He added. "Or, you can place humble pie in my face and sit there quietly and let me explain, and you'd get a shot at pointing out errors in my plan." Either way it seemed, he'd win.

@landaullan

The pursuit of knowledge is the key to unlocking the door to wisdom.

There was a hard roll of the San'layn's eyes. He could have made a witty comment or even gone so far as to elaborate as the both of them were one in the very same. However, he also knew that trying to debate that with the other was not going to get him anywhere.

"How wonderful," Landaullan says, his tone absolutely dripping with sarcasm. "If I would have known you were going to lecture me, I would have grabbed a bottle of bloodwine to relax as you were droning on."

( @nixalegos )

“There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.”

— Mark Twain (via philosophyquotes)

"Being feminine doesn't mean that you are not a murderer." - @ariesofhorvath

"I am painfully aware of how much murder someone in nothing but a dress and a concealed razorblade can do Duchess Horvath. Believe me, I have ex-wives for a reason." To which he set the disc shaped explosive against the wall of her manor home, tiny metal claws digging into the stonework, and an angry red center glass centerpiece giving a faint thrum whine of powering up before suddenly going quiet. One would have to know where to look to see it, but the device was a lazer tripwire. "Feminine presenting formal attire however, does NOTHING to aid oneself from shrapnel." He said coming to stand back up and giving them a most wicked grin. "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of using explosives for something as banal as an assassin in your court, but if you've instructed your staff to announce that no one is to use this garden path, then chances are, your assassin will be too tempted NOT to use it, and that." He said, his gauntlets pointing to the imbedded device. "Will be one of five mist spraying mines. They'll likely chalk up any such sensation of moisture to the open air garden itself. The mist's payload however? Invisible ink detectable from those earlier discs I asked to have placed in all the rooms of your manor. Assassin sneaks around, sprayed with it on passing, no matter how they come in, alarm signals me where it went off, and I personally hound down your killer." He said, as if the threat of personal harm and subterfuge was merely a game.

@ariesofhorvath