She Pulled Out A Comforting Piece Of Cloth From Her Bag. Her Dad's Arm Band From The Defense. Delphire

She pulled out a comforting piece of cloth from her bag. Her dad's arm band from the Defense. Delphire looked out from the dock at the sinking empty ships, clutching the tattered fabric in her hand tightly. She softly cried before sighing, she felt unlucky to be lucky.

Heading to a festival out of town, Delphire partied and enjoyed the happy atmosphere contrasting her hometown. All good things must come to end though because at the end of the night the crowd gathered in the plaza, getting ready to watch some grandiose lightshow in the sky.

All the sudden, the sky turned dark and red, a masked figure, one that Delphire bumped into at the start of the festival, held his hand up to the sky, fireballs hailed down from above, crushing buildings and civilians left and right, the town church being the only shelter available.

They all fled, using her combat medic experience, Delphire tended to the wounded in a panic, but before being able to save anyone, soon the church collapsed too. Everyone around her was dead when she awoke, but she could hear a faint weeping from the plaza. Getting up from the rubble, she called out for help, no response was heard. She followed the crying to meet face to face with the one she worshipped, Tael. Tael pulled her into a warm embrace, informing Del that this was the end of the world and that Delphire got lucky, she was the only survivor, and thus it was her job to reverse time and prevent this from happening...

recently, my system split an ismark kolyanovich fictive, his names lesser, he's the sweetest

THATS NOT THE TOPIC OF THIS POST THO LOLOL, our dm added some backstory to Is, having him have a girlfriend who used him for money and rep, .. Our DM asked Lesser if he remembered her, he said yes ans described her to our DM and our DM said that he perfectly described her and even got her name and favourite colour right... fictives are insane /lh

With Lesser's help, i drew him and his ex (with his permission, drawing alter's traumas without permission is just.. rude.)

flicker warning + flashing colours

curse of strahd with me is just 'when is lune going to ruin the main villain', and if fucking him and teasing him for calling himself 'dread lord' wasn't enough. have this!

Hearing the news of her father's death was the cherry on her fucked up sundae, but a shit ton of whip cream was sprayed over it when she had to fill his position in war as a combat medic when she was only a veterinarian.

having a strahd and ismark fictive doesnt mix well /lh

also our strahd fictive confirms my funny hc that strahd (canon) listens to creep - radiohead and cries abt tatyana

Delphi's playlist cover !