touching voids

Dnd 5e spells for the aspects

Space
Enlarge/reduce
Levitate
Locate objects
Dimension door
Creation

Time
Expeditious retreat
Blink
Haste
Blur
Slow

Light
True strike
Light
Dancing lights
Dark vision
Augury
Scorching ray

Void
Chill touch
Fog cloud
Blur
Darkness
Silence

Heart
Fire bolt
Disguise self
Detect magic
Speak with dead
Spirit guardians

Mind
Minor illusion
Message
Blindness/deafness
Confusion
Modify memory

Hope
Produce flame
Bless
Sacred flame
Unseen servant
Divination

Rage
Shocking grasp
Bane
Hideous laughter
Shatter
Fear

Life
Druidcraft
Thorn whip
Speak with animals
Entangle
Blight

Doom
Eldritch blast
Spare the dying
Detect poison and disease
Bestow curse
Animate dead

Breath
Feather fall
Jump
Gust of wind
Fly
Gaseous form

Blood
Charm person
Animal friendship
Comprehend languages
Suggestion
Dominate beast

This is not extensive or final by any means

“Woman”

requested // no

requests are open // request here

TW // Smut, profanity 

I hope you can see the shape that I’m in when he’s touching your skin

Jealousy. It’s in his veins. It’s selfish, he knows, but he doesn’t want to see her with anyone other than him. They’re just dancing, it should be innocent, but she’s staring at him. She’s staring at him with that gleam in her eyes and a smirk on her blood red lips, she knows what she’s doing to him and she’s enjoying it. He craves her. her touch being the only thing that could cool his burning skin right now, the kind of touch that breaks voids of silence, but she’s not touching him she’s touching that stranger. Her pretty hands touching a man who doesn’t even know her name, a man who asked her to dance whilst Harry was standing right there. He’s got the image of her over the shoulder smile she sent him as she walk away with a man that wasn’t him. She can see he’s mad, whether it’s at her or the guy touching her she doesn’t know but she can see his hand gripping his drink as hard as he grips her neck and it makes her ache…

Tempted, you know

Temptation. The cruellest of all mistresses. He’d ruin her, he wants to ruin her. He wants to hurt her so good she bites the inside of her cheek to suppress her whimpers when she thinks of him. He wants to do everything that man who’s got his hands on her could never do because he doesn’t know her body the way Harry does. It’s driving him insane, she’s driving him insane and the longer she stares at him, the more she bites that goddamn lip of hers, the more he can’t resist the temptation of watching her, watching him. If she could stop being so fucking pretty; he could stop losing himself over her. He would never make a scene, that wasn’t him, he doesn’t need to. He knows what she wants and he’s more than happy to oblige. She wants the sparks between them to leave carpet burns on her knees, she wants him to confess his sins with his tongue in the church beneath her skirt, she wants him to destroy her and fuck he wants that too. When the song ends, that mans hands drop from her waist and she saunters over to him with a sway in her hips and that smirk still playing on her lips. It’s got his arm reaching towards her and his hand in her hair, pulling it back as he whispers “you’re going to regret that” into her ear in that voice that leaves her breathless. She doesn’t say anything; she’s too focused on how his rough hand is so gentle on the small of her back as he leads her outside and into the back of a taxi.

You flower, you feast

She’s the prettiest sin he’s ever touched. Her black dress a mess on the floor by the door; discarded so he can leave fingerprint bruises on her skin. She’s gasping and they’re not even at the bedroom yet but when they get there, oh god when they get there, he’s everywhere all at once and she’s overwhelmed. She’s so soft and he’s going to break her. He’s got her under his thumb and she’s squirming, she’s writhing, every move he makes is so intense and she can’t breathe. She blossoms at his touch, his touch, the only one who should be touching her like this; at all. His fingers are in her and it’s just not enough. She needs him, all of him, whimpers of “please” and “need you” being all she can get out has him falling apart. She’s his weakness and that desperate look in her eyes is going to kill him.

Wo-woman

Every essence of him is in her, his body is all electricity when he’s one with her. His hands are all over her, like leaving any part of her skin untouched would be a crime punishable by death, she’s red with hand prints and bite marks and she’s never loved her body more. She’s his and now no one would be able to ignore that, no unnamed man at a bar had anything on Harry. No man could make her feel like he does, she’s ruined for anyone else and he loves it. Her back is arched and his lips are between her collarbones, one of her hands in his hair and the other over her mouth and she’s there. His encouraging whispers in her ear of “good girl” and “that’s it baby” aren’t helping her come down from this state of bliss. She’s silent, too in awe of this feeling to make a sound, it’s never quite felt like this before and he can tell because she’s so impossibly tight. He’s falling apart, her mouth-open-eyes-squeezed-shut face pushing him so far off the edge he’s in disbelief. He’s gripping at her, almost as though he thinks she’ll disappear, he’s got his head buried in the crook of her neck and he’s groaning. His husky voice sounding more like a growl as he loses himself inside of her and fuck it’s music to her ears. When he’s done he collapses, still inside of her, face still in the crook of her neck and they’re quiet. The aftermath to their euphoria being comfortable silence. Him on top of a body so beautiful to him, painted in marks from him.

Woman 

Imagination Land

I’ve been able to read minds since I was a child. It’s not really like how you see in the movies, though. It’s not like listening to the radio. It’s much more immersive. I experience everything as if I’m really there. It’s a thrilling experience when you read the right minds. The trouble is really with finding minds worth reading.

Frankly, reading adults is as fun as doing taxes. Kids’ minds, on the other hand, are amazing. They’re not bogged down with work and stress and dissatisfaction. The mind of a child is filled with imagination and adventure. That’s why I became a kindergarten teacher.

I sit at my desk and watch as my class colors. I smile as they doodle away with their crayons. I reach out and peek into their minds. In an instant, I take off with Carlos in a rocket ship, hurtling past swirling galaxies. I visit far-off planets full of blob-like aliens and two-headed martians. I smile and move on to Marcy. I can smell the candy canes and jelly beans as I’m pulled into a veritable candyland, complete with gumdrop castles and caramel waterfalls. She plays hopscotch with gingerbread men, giggling her musical little laugh.

I’m about to move on to Thomas when I feel a tug at my dress. I look down to see Sarah. She’s one of the most adorable little girls I’ve ever seen. Beautiful brown curls, big puppy dog eyes, and a gleaming smile.

“Miss Dupree, I made this for you!” she exclaims, handing me a paper. I take it from her and see myself in stick figure form. “I Luv Ms. Doopry” is scrawled across the top in multiple colors.

“I love it!” I exclaim and give her a great big hug.

Sarah’s only been with the class for a couple days and I have yet to have a peek at her hopes and dreams. I reach out and touch her mind. And I nearly vomit.

I choke as I’m hit with wave after wave of the hot, fetid stench of death. My mind’s eye is blinded by a darkness which seems almost alive, spilling into my brain, seeking to blot out everything it touches. In the void, I feel slimy coils roiling around me, wrapping around my legs, pressing against my face, a gigantic beast hungrily probing the darkness in search for food. And then a keening wail rises up, nearly bursting my eardrums. The screams of thousands of souls, crying out in sorrow. Crying out for death.

And then I’m back in the classroom. I let go of Sarah and compose myself, hoping she can’t see me shaking.

“That’s a lovely picture, Sarah,” I say, nearly whispering. “Now go along and get ready for snack time, alright?”

She nods happily and skips off. I watch her as she goes. The minds of children are the most wonderful thing in the universe. But whatever that thing in the blue dress is, it is no child.

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Dishonored 2:Dark Echoes Lore Series Art by Joshua Meehan

Some of the work for the new video that was just released on the Outsider.

Link to the video can be found here: https://youtu.be/wwxCoFiPH88?list=PLWBlk70e-hGJj1uIWXHvkgxmJFl7yagSQ


This is the last video for the Dishonored 2 lore series and I wanted to make sure the art was as good as I could make it. Very proud to have worked on this series and I hope you enjoy it :)

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Cleric Divine Domain: Eternal Pilgrim

Hey look at that, I’ve designed another subclass based on a Kor character! This is a subclass I’ve been working on since before I started this blog, and I’m finally happy with it. The Eternal Pilgrim subclass draws on several sources for inspiration. First and foremost is naturally Ayli, Eternal Pilgrim:

Both the Channel Divinity abilities are based on Ayli’s two activated abilities. I chose to deal damage to friendly characters as opposed to sacrificing them outright, as creature death is arguably much more significant in D&D than MTG. For both the channel divinity abilities, but the first in particular, I felt that adding cleric level to the secondary effects was better than just having an effect equal to the damage, as the way I did it provides some net gain. 

I chose temporary hit points for many of this domain’s abilities from a mechanical standpoint more than a flavour one, as it allows more opportunities for cleverly using the Touch of the Void, Sacrificial Transfusion and Blessings of the Forsaken Gods -Ulamog abilities, as they can be used to buff instead of solely healing. For example, an Eternal Pilgrim domain cleric can help out a weedy spellcaster who is facing a terrible threat by borrowing some hit points from a tougher character in their party.

The other abilities that aren’t solely based on Ayli borrow from the flavour of the Eldrazi themselves, such as the abilities at 17th level, which are all based on the powers of the Eldrazi Titans. In particular, Touch of the Void is taken directly from a card name that demonstrates the same effect of the ability in card form (with the flavour text “Some wounds never heal,” I was inspired to add the clause that it can only be healed with the use of magic. This and Ayli’s second activated ability also share the mechanic of exiling creatures, which I mirrored with the decay of bodies of creatures killed by these abilities.


This is something I hope I’ll see used by the player characters in my future Zendikar campaign, and if not something I’ll definitely use for villains in that campaign. This is one of a few bigger projects I’ve been working on for this blog, so expect some bigger posts in the upcoming weeks. Until then, I’m off to enjoy some more of Stream of Annihilation this weekend (I am unbelievably excited about Xanathar’s Guide to Everything)!

Void Progression

There was no time to waste, she couldn’t be gentle about it or take her time to try and find out what each one signified. She needed to be acclimated *now*.

Was it the void or the pressure of the shadows

Ilyea’s eyes were still dark and people were talking and it still didn’t make sense. Didn’t they say something about wards

Would the wards even work? 

Where the fuck was Demy?

Her head, her head fucking hurt. Her senses were frazzled and she recognized a voice, maybe two. There were sword swings, and music.

ALL THIS FUCKING MUSIC.

GO AWAY.

GO THE FUCK AWAY.

Originally posted by thewaritneverends


Her head screamed but her lips couldn’t move. 

Where the hell was her voice when it mattered the most?  

Focusing, unfocusing. Re-focusing

She had enough energy to stand. Ilyea started to walk.

Aurora was here, Aurora was gone. Disappeared into the lights.

So many lights, like one fucking unblinking star.

Her eyes still fucking hurt.

Ilyea adjusted herself upon the simple thatched roof from one of the many houses that dotted near Aurora’s childhood home. The box that Theron had given her was produced from a sachel around her waist.  There hasn’t been much time to her and she needed to finish what she could. Erudition was getting worst and her mind ran with the possibilities of what exactly she could accomplish, if anything. Bombs kept going off into her head, bombs and plague, and blight.

Destroy it all to rebuild it all.

Ilyea’s hands dug at the vials and just straight drank it the second one pulling out the paper to write her experiences.

*Fucking undead bullshit. Tastes like the underlining smoothness of the void, and whatever they put into the waters of Undercity* 

The small piece of paper was finished and folded up to set on the side. Ilyea turned her head and spit out the blood before washing it out with some conjured water. Fucking horrible.  

Third vial was slammed just as quickly as the second one as soon as most of her spit ran clear from from the drinking water.

*Human void caster? Maybe? Runs smooth like what void magic is. The kind that tickles your throat but feels different. It has void in it.* Ilyea knew that what she wrote was unsatisfactory then what she *could* do but time was not on her side.  The third note was folded up as she took a few more swigs from her the canteen.

Lledwyn called out something, then Kurel. Then Vel.

Kael did next. Wards. We have to fucking channel to the wards. Where was Kael?

The lights didn’t matter, nor did the ever present void. It was so cold.

It was so fucking cold.

Originally posted by nature-porn

A flicker. And then a thought. Follow the cracks and then follow the seal.

Fingers dig into his flesh and she could sense Kael’s signature.  Disconnecting and reconnecting so quick wasn’t something that she had  tried but it was something that was needed.

Ilyea knew how the wards worked, how they popped and flowed over like lava. His was too fractured but if she filled in those cracks maybe she could change and empower him.

It was worth a shot.

Fourth vial was paused against the mage’s lip as if praying this one didn’t taste as bad as the last two. It was tipped back and then shot right back up as soon as the liquid hit her lips the foul liquid hitting the earth.  It tasted familiar but wrong. Void with the sharpest hints of Fel.

*NO* The forth paper was scribbled upon furiously and put to the side with the canteen coming to her lips to chase away the liquid.

The fifth one was opened after an hour at passed of furiously washing her mouth out with water. IF Theron had managed to find some void lord and put its essence in its vial, Ilyea would gather enough strength  to go down and kick his ass.

Kick his ass and never stop kicking it.

The liquid was quickly released from the glass vial and swallowed. It still had the uncomfortable feeling of void but her senses felt muddled after that last one.

Orc and void magic. Who cares.” The last paper read as Ilyea folded it up and then send the results back to Theron. Her limit was two samples before it would fizzle. At least she knew she had a hard line rule about how much she could do this.

A hard line to train from.

Something didn’t want her there; to help Kael. 

Something was actively pushing her out from reaching Kael’s signature. Was it from within the cracks?

Ilyea was so utterly drained and the fucking stupid bird couldn’t take her fucking energy.

There was a brief flash of something jade and her limbs felt heavy, the lights were too bright and the fucking song wouldn’t stop.

Fine then.

 If it isn’t about asking permission, it’s about saving lives.

Who fucking needs your permission to do that?

If she couldn’t sync signatures with his, she’ll force hers upon him.

The last of everything she had was pushed into Kael and hopefully it’d be enough.

There was just no more time to waste.

 @theron-darksunder @velerodra @scions-of-antiquity @kurel-andiel @lledwynlomeriel @iamarchme

Imagination Land
(shortscarystories)

I’ve been able to read minds since I was a child. It’s not really like how you see in the movies, though. It’s not like listening to the radio. It’s much more immersive. I experience everything as if I’m really there. It’s a thrilling experience when you read the right minds. The trouble is really with finding minds worth reading.

Frankly, reading adults is as fun as doing taxes. Kids’ minds, on the other hand, are amazing. They’re not bogged down with work and stress and dissatisfaction. The mind of a child is filled with imagination and adventure. That’s why I became a kindergarten teacher.

I sit at my desk and watch as my class colors. I smile as they doodle away with their crayons. I reach out and peek into their minds. In an instant, I take off with Carlos in a rocket ship, hurtling past swirling galaxies. I visit far-off planets full of blob-like aliens and two-headed martians. I smile and move on to Marcy. I can smell the candy canes and jelly beans as I’m pulled into a veritable candyland, complete with gumdrop castles and caramel waterfalls. She plays hopscotch with gingerbread men, giggling her musical little laugh.

I’m about to move on to Thomas when I feel a tug at my dress. I look down to see Sarah. She’s one of the most adorable little girls I’ve ever seen. Beautiful brown curls, big puppy dog eyes, and a gleaming smile.

“Miss Dupree, I made this for you!” she exclaims, handing me a paper. I take it from her and see myself in stick figure form. “I Luv Ms. Doopry” is scrawled across the top in multiple colors.

“I love it!” I exclaim and give her a great big hug.

Sarah’s only been with the class for a couple days and I have yet to have a peek at her hopes and dreams. I reach out and touch her mind. And I nearly vomit.

I choke as I’m hit with wave after wave of the hot, fetid stench of death. My mind’s eye is blinded by a darkness which seems almost alive, spilling into my brain, seeking to blot out everything it touches. In the void, I feel slimy coils roiling around me, wrapping around my legs, pressing against my face, a gigantic beast hungrily probing the darkness in search for food. And then a keening wail rises up, nearly bursting my eardrums. The screams of thousands of souls, crying out in sorrow. Crying out for death.

And then I’m back in the classroom. I let go of Sarah and compose myself, hoping she can’t see me shaking.

“That’s a lovely picture, Sarah,” I say, nearly whispering. “Now go along and get ready for snack time, alright?”

She nods happily and skips off. I watch her as she goes. The minds of children are the most wonderful thing in the universe. But whatever that thing in the blue dress is, it is no child.

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✮ BUFF GOAT && ROCK GIRL // JOINT FOLLOW FOREVER

// things i’m gonna ignore: the fact that milestones usually happen every 100s, me missing what should have been raka’s second milestone at 300 because i do mine every 150 (because i can), and taliyah being ahead by ~30 on what should have been her first milestone. oops.

// but holy chucklenuts you guys. i’ve only been here for like, a month and a half ?? but i already know that coming back to the league rp community, despite all its faults, is the best decision i’ve made to close off 2k16. so here’s a bit of an appreciation to show everyone who’s stuck with me so far, with special mention to a couple of amazing individuals i’ve come to know.

。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・

✮ Y’ALL SOME HELLA RAD FOLKS I WILL GLADLY CALL FRIENDS

@ofdiscord / @shurimanisms / @sandsandsorrows@gxldendemon​ / @masteredshadows​ / @morose-deserter​ / @vlolent-tendencies​ / @caedispia​ / @saltbcrn​ / @hexforge​ / @schxrfe​ / @tidecalling​ / @alasfuror​ / @void-touched-yordle​ / @scholaroftheoccult​ / @almosthero​ / @thcvillain​ / @thesandqrator​ / @tantibus-aeternam​ / @eciled​ / @soulsurvivcr​ / @exfury​ / @edgybilgewaterqueen​ / @rightsperformed​ / @noxian-rose​ / @dark-star-thresh​ / @inkuqu​ / @velkoz-the-voidborn​ / @bask-in-the-glow​ / @bymywill​ / @lvmiinescent​ / @ionianlightning​ / @summoner-renzus​ / @dragonfistleesin​ / @earthshaper​ / @relentlesspower​ / @purificr​ / @themasterofwuju / @tengoku-no-chi / @humanoid-kindred / @golden-hawk-father

✮ I LOVE SEEING YOU AROUND && WE SHOULD TOTES TALK MORE

@mercury-hammercannon / @rinidinger / @yasuo-the-unforgiven / @ace-of-spades-ezreal / @forvinti / @nbtalon / @shockwaveorianna / @crescentsweep / @willoftheblades / @tracelcss / @infinite-xerath / @thedanceofblades / @lacerato / @thecrimsonexecutioner / @mortiscausa / @sanguineascent / @theblogofdraven / @theblindboxer / @chaoticbydesign / @monochrome-soulhealer / @serquetra / @avarosus / @icathiaism / @bilgewaterbaptism / @ladybuvelle / @thelanternwretch / @uncle-touchy-lich / @aurelion–solstice / @heronaught / @ladyoftides / @variiae / @sweatered-mermaid / @scarletgunslinger / @thisdoesnt–tastepurple / @saevitiia / @ionian-storm-chaser / @linthehealer / @corpus-caeleste / @x-scarred-noxian

。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・ 。・゚゚・

// pretty sure i missed zillions of people i should have tagged, but i’m afraid i’m only human!! if you think you should be on either list but aren’t there, it’s not because i think you’re bad, or don’t like you. i’m just a horribly forgetful person! i swear, i love every single one of you <33

// also throwing out a special mention to @eternal-life-endless-torture. it’s me, buddy. i’m back.

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mmm au hell is hella good

Lance: We did it. We really are a good team.

Human!Outsider for the Month of Void. Sort of based on my AU where he is turned human by the Abbey and has to slowly regain his connection to the Void while trying to survive as a complete noob at being human.

Little Game for a Little Mage

Flickering at the edges of your vision, a familiar wizened trollish spirit appears carrying something within his arms. His lips open up into a wide and toothy smile as it settles down, opening up what he had brought with him with some small flourish. 

Magi-trix. You seem to be having a lot going on these past few days? You be seeing how the sky is tinting and how dark everythin’ around ja. Do joo be seein’ the same darkn’ess within your own people? I be noticing that yer fellows like be playin’ this little game.” 

Originally posted by xangelusnex

A familiar chess board would emerge but it wouldn’t be filled with what you would normally see within a chest game. Pawns and knights would resemble people that you know of, as well as what the opponent had. Some of the faces familiar to you, some of them perhaps not familiar to you yet. 

“Do you think you can be saving them all?” Hakkar chuckled with a wave of his hand putting all of the pieces within place upon each side. “Show me what’chu be thinking…as the world be fallin’ apart ja?” 

Mood Music

@roewyn (mentions @scions-of-antiquity)

A Few Ideas

Heir of Life - Assimilative touch
Maid of Void - Spontaneous creation of nonentities
Prince of Time - Temporal Deletion
Rogue of Space - Spacial Position Reallocation

Seer of Breath - Motion Detection, Internal Map
Thief of Heart - Identity Thievery
Witch of Hope - Belief Manifestation
Page of Doom - Codex Manipulation, Ability to Dictate Universal code after Realization