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  1. 9 points

    Post art and resources here!

    Big art, but I drew Rhen (using her more realistic art as a reference) a few days ago!
  2. 7 points

    Mu11berry's Art-ish Looking Things

    Weelllll hello there fandom~ I'm back again. I forgot to share the thing I made for @Queen-of-Ice101 here so hi, I will do that now Inspired by Shattered Truths by Queen. The description of the armor near the end was A++++++, highly recommend, would read again
  3. 7 points

    Ahriman's Prophecy (REBOOT) [FROZEN]

    A corner of Dreamworld and the Guardian of Dreams.
  4. 6 points

    DAN's Art (Art?! ROLF) & Resources

    Queen Alicia Pendragon. I made this with MV generator and edited a little bit in Photoshop (to add eyeshadow, lipstick and few more stuffs I don't know what it called in English)
  5. 6 points

    Post art and resources here!

    The temptation to draw them was too strong, I had to.
  6. 6 points
    So I recently got a program for sprite design specifically designed for RPG Maker programs and because I am Gyendal obsessed I decided to try out headset design and make Gyendal headsets since there weren't any in the game. {so sad} The first like is his vampire version {obviously lol} and the one below is him after being turned human. I operate on the headcannon that his eyes as a human are green since his eyes during the Spook masquerade and if I remember correctly his actual Gyendal human sprite also has green eyes. I used the RPG Maker MV headsets to make Gyendal since I like them better then the VX Ace sooooo
  7. 6 points

    Ahriman's Prophecy (REBOOT) [FROZEN]

    Faiara interior screenshots I added graphic effects in this reboot.
  8. 6 points
    Who is Mu11berry's favoite druid? Hmmmm, hmmmm, whoooo could it beeee? Oh yeah, maybe, the purple one??? XD But actually, besides just how pretty and sparkly Daena is, I love the idea of wisdom being something the Oracle felt needed to be protected. Wisdom is so often overlooked, or confused with knowledge, or otherwise defamed or devalued, but a wise person can do so much good in the world. Also, RhenxDameon headcanons, okay~ The truth is a big part of their story and you need a little bit of wisdom to discover the truth. Okay I'm fine now, I will stop being sentimental. Maybe. I based her robe design on her sprite, but I changed it up a little just for fun. ("Fun..." Yeah, that's what it's called). Lastly, while making this I realized she lives in the Moon Temple, and the sign thingy over her treasury is a moon, and the moon has nothing to do with wisdom that I know of but it does have to do with darkness. *coughRashnucough* So maybe I ship it a little >.> So yes, here is my entry for day 3 of @Queen-of-Ice101's challenge. I originally wanted to do Talia or Dameon but I realized I will be drawing them for lots of other days, and also this way I have more options for who in tarnation to draw for the next day XD XD (but really how do I choose T.T)
  9. 5 points

    Guild Tags!

    Hey guys, I got the guild tags done! I made a big version and a small version of each. What do you think? Any suggestions are welcome!
  10. 5 points


    I've been a long time lurker, sometimes poster. Some of you probably know by now that I'm crazy about Aveyond. Seriously. I love it so much, every few years I feel a compulsion to make another one, no matter the cost. Other than that? I love programming. And I love gaming, hanging out with gamers, and inspiring people to become game makers so I have more games to play. Recent drama: I just expelled a rat family from my attic and relocated them in my neighbors palm tree. Does that make me a horrible person? Anyways, the rats are happy, my attic is quiet, and I'm no longer a zombie in the day because they were keeping me up at night.
  11. 5 points

    Forum changes coming!

    Making more small changes yesterday and today. Upgraded us to the latest version of IPB and I'm tracking down a bug that sometimes doesn't let you post when you use specific character combinations in your posts.
  12. 5 points

    Danin's Castle of Strangery (Art!)

    Aw, look at this dusty little art corner. Time to shake off some cobwebs, I think. To start, here's Talia Maurva, one of my favorite characters from AV1. This art was inspired by the Aveyond 31 Day Challenge, hooray! Also here's a pic of her butterfly minion:
  13. 5 points

    Forum changes coming!

    Updated site to use PHP7. The forum should load faster now. Next task: get back our profile images! :-)
  14. 4 points

    Danin's Castle of Strangery (Art!)

    Welcome to my castle of art. I'll say it right now, I am NOT a professional, but I hope my inane scribbles bring some people joy. :3 Here's a derpy sketch I did of Professor Moo from AV3, getting delusions of grandeur after way too many years hatching other people's pets, because we all know he's the most likely candidate for villain of AV4. Feedback is welcome; don't use this stuff without my permission, etc. etc.
  15. 4 points

    DAN's Art (Art?! ROLF) & Resources

    - Drawings - - Photoshop - - Game Resources - ~ Game Audio ~ ~ Game Graphics ~
  16. 4 points

    A Forum Game Project!!

    Hey everyone!!! So we another exciting idea/plan that all the creative brilliance must be given to @Honey Butter Chloe for I was just elected to create the topic because I have an overabundance of time and zero life to speak of XD After many hours of work and aggravation we finally have enough to release to share teasers and reveal our new game!!! This is an idea that Chloe came up with quite a while ago, that it would be so much fun to create a game to give back to Amanda, the mods and the community where the characters we played were actually us!!! We are currently creating a small fun adventure game where forum members have a chance to play as themselves through a quest! We do have an confession to make haha, we've been kind of leading you on for a bit. Some of you might remember the topic that was started a bit ago called If You Could Be...? where you guys were asked about what you would look like/be if you were in an Aveyond game. Well.....that was for this XD We also teased a tiny bit at the idea when Chloe released a status several weeks ago talking about how interesting it would be to have a game based off forum people just to see how people would react to the idea All credit for this goes straight to Chloe who is the creative mastermind behind this idea, I was just brought on to make shiny and colourful things XD Occasionally we plan to release some small teasers haha so keep an eye out!!
  17. 4 points

    Introduce Yourself :)

    Thought I'd re-introduce myself again (formally) since I've went on hiberation for like 3 years (uni life devoured my teenage years why thank you) and I doubt anyone here remember me (or if they're still here lol and I totally should stop writing in bracketssss) Ahem, hi, I'm Meroko. In my early twenties rn. Am a dentist in the making. AV1 was my fave old school rpg and unsurprisingly it still is. Am also a huge fan of To The Moon, Ib, The Witch's House and almost every Japanese horror rpg (if you guys are familiar with vgperson and her translation works) I'm still in contact, on other social platforms, with some of my very best online friends I made here. It's amazing how friendships do last So yeah /off to explore the forums.
  18. 4 points
    This isn't solely Aveyond fanart but because it had Aveyond in it I wanted to share anyway:) This was a lot of fun to do, it was born of boredom at church waiting for my ride and since my drawing stuff is a constant companion for me I decided to amuse myself and pass the time drawing. Did the entire outline at church, and coloured it in at home. These are the chibis of my three top fav male characters which on second consideration are incredibly similar. First is Undertaker from Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji and I had a blast drawing him XD XD I adore his character greatly, in the beginning of the manga he's goofy and creepy and hysterical, then later in the series he's creepy and sarcastic and insanely powerful (that ship battle anyone? Fended off a ancient demon and two reapers with not even half the effort they put into him??) and still hysterical. I seriously want a live chibi version that I can carry around in my pocket and feed bone cookies. Next is Gyendal from Aveyond, when he's still a vampire His character is maniacal, sarcastic, dark and calculating. I cannot figure out why I love his character so much since he has little screentime and he's the game villain but I can't help it. I adores him. I want a chibi bat him to carry around with my Undertaker. Last is Loki from the Marvel Cinematic Universe Honestly I could go on about why I adore his character depth and the intricacies of the storyline the writers designed for him but I'll just sum it up quickly to spare you all. His tragic backstory is a writers dream, 'nuff said So two of these faves are after world domination, all three of them are sarcastic and devil-may-care, and they all have slightly psychotic ambitions. I think I need help. XD XD so yes, Undertaker, Gyendal and Loki the chibi three~
  19. 4 points
    Honey Butter Chloe

    A Forum Game Project!!

    Teaser number one~! (I'm in charge of the overall game-making with the database plus the tilesets, while Miranda is working on the sprites and occasional tileset resources).
  20. 4 points
    This fic is dedicated to @Rodania ♡ and @Mu11berry, whose rants about T/G causes me to have the dream that inspired this fic. This is...definitely not the kind of pairing or story I usually write, and it turned out kinda OOC, but I hope the fans of this pairing enjoy it anyway. On the Nature of Marriage (and Vampires) Summary: Set AV2-era. Te'ijal and Galahad work out some problems in their relationship. Afternoon sunlight dappled through the windows of the old Sedona mansion. On the threshold stood a couple - a lady in red and a knight in tarnished armor. The woman swung open the doors, turning the ornate handles with a moonlight-pale hand adorned with polished ruby fingernails. She briefly considered asking her husband to carry her over the threshold, as she once did many years ago, but she already know what her answer would be. Instead, she sashayed grandly into the house, leading her partner by the hand. "Here it is. The house we shared with Rhen Pendragon over a century ago. Galahad, do you like it?" Galahad remained a pillar in the center of the grand foyer, ignoring Te'ijal's attempts to lead him around as if they were in a ballroom. "So this is what you were doing when you went to the Overworld," he observed. "Yes, and it was quite a bit of trouble, too. This estate has been the summer home of the Pendragons for centuries. A man named Uthar Pendragon was willing to sell, though. With a bit of bribery, of course." Te'ijal grinned, showing off fangs that sparkled in the sunlight. "Uthar is a respectable man. I hope you haven't slighted his family." "It was harmless, my dear. I paid him a respectable sum, not that he needs it anyway." Te'ijal ran along the perimeter of the room, opening curtains to flood the room with light that reflected off the gilded banisters and light fixtures. "Look at how bright it is!" She reached up to remove the broad-rimmed sun hat she used to hide her preternatural features from mortals. Stray locks of ruby red hair sprang loose from their updo, glinting in the sunlight as they fell. Te'ijal smiled, a genuine smile of joy that was so different from her usual mischievous smirk. Galahad had to look away. "It certainly is beautiful," he mused. "Thank you, wife." "I'll get our bags from the carriage," said Te'ijal, and she flitted out the door. When she returned after unpacking, she found Galahad in the dining room, tracing the corner of the table that was much too large for two people. Te'ijal placed a hand on the shoulder of Galahad's armor. "I remember when we were first married, and I would chase you around this table for hours," she laughed. "But we don't have to eat here anymore, if you wish. Is something the matter?" Galahad turned to face her. "Look at the table." Te'ijal looked, seeing the gold-plated edges, the polished wooden surface, and the plates and silverware set up for a meal, probably by the servants that used to wait on the Pendragons. "I can barely even see my reflection in it," Galahad noted bitterly. "And you - you're not even there at all." He turned away again, not wanting to face his wife, his maker, the woman who had given him all this but could never give him back his life. "I'm right here, Galahad. Why does it matter if we can't see our reflections? All we need to see is each other. I thought this is what you wanted - to live under the sun again." He suddenly slammed his fist on the table, causing the dinnerware to clatter. Te'ijal flinched, but only slightly - she was a warrior hundreds of years old, and her husband's temper was nothing new to her. "Look at me!" He thrust his hand in front of her face. "My skin is already starting to burn. I can never truly live in the light, not after what you did to me." Galahad stalked off to one of the bedrooms - the bedroom they had shared after they were married. Te'ijal knew how to battle, but comforting others was something foreign to her. She thought she had finally done something right to please him. Through years of ranting about his moral code, Galahad had taught her that marriage was about sacrifice. Leaving her home in Ghed'ahre wasn't easy, but she did it for him. Te'ijal had sacrificed a fair bit, but she couldn't sacrifice her very nature. Was that what he wanted her to do? After so many centuries, her humanity was nothing more than a distant memory. Except, of course, with Galahad. Being around him made her feel foolish human things, like anger, and love, and stinging guilt that didn't use to bother her but now pricked at her eyes and heart. She wanted to run after Galahad, to apologize, to tell him off for being so irrational, to show him that he had hurt her too. But all she did was wait for night to fall, as if the moon held all her answers. ***** The next morning, Galahad woke to birds chirping and sunlight filtering through the windows. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced for a hundred years. The sunlight warmed his soul for a blissful, ignorant moment before he remembered he didn't have a soul anymore and that the sun would burn him if he didn't apply his morning sunblock. He reached over to wake his wife, and then the memory of last night's argument came back too, along with a pang of guilt for having acted so ungrateful. "Wife?" he called. The shout echoed through the empty house. Pressing down a feeling of hurt, Galahad got out of bed to check the other rooms. "I'm sorry for my outburst last night," he said, hoping that she'd appear to accept his apology. His calls became more frantic as he searched the house. It was only by accident that he discovered a note left on the dining room table, written in his wife's flourishing penmanship. Galahad- The house is yours. I've gone to the Underworld to think some things over. I'll be back soon. Te'ijal **** The humid night air soothed Te'ijal's skin instantly as she crossed into the Underworld. As much as she loved her adventures in the land above, the realm of darkness was her true home. People like her husband couldn't understand the appeal of the darkness, of the everlasting night and shadowy corners full of twisted and wonderful things. She enjoyed the long walk to Ghed'ahre, pausing by her old house near the front of the city. But that wasn't why she was here today. The library loomed large at the edge of town, with several floors dedicated to preserving centuries' worth of books. It was a common misconception of the living that the undead were also brain-dead, but since most of them were hundreds of years old and didn't concern themselves with the time-consuming chore of surviving, it was only natural that they often developed academic interests. The Ghed'ahre library was the largest in all of Aia, second only to the Elvish library in Delamere. The main lobby was milling with undead creatures of all sorts. Ghosts visiting from Casket Hill rifled through books, possibly hoping to find information about a lost loved one. A group of darklings was hovering near the highest shelf on the bookcase, poring over a large volume and whispering about a prophecy (word on the street was that the prophecy wouldn't come to pass for hundreds of years, but it was never to early to start preparing). Te'ijal approached the vampire at the front desk, a stout, bald man who was one of the oldest in Ghed'ahre. "Could I speak with Gyendal Ravenfoot, please?" "Professor Ravenfoot is currently occupied with his research. Please come back later." "He can't make an exception for his own sister?" "Te'ijal? You're back so soon," said the vampire, taking off his glasses. "In that case, you'll find him on the third floor." Te'ijal wasted no time in racing up the stairs. The third floor was nearly empty, save for one cloaked figure tucked away between too bookshelves. "Gyendal." The vampire looked up from his reading. "Te'ijal!" Gyendal threw down his book and enveloped his sister in a crushing embrace. "Sister, how long has it been?" "Too long. Almost fifty years." "Ah, yes, I've been traveling in the Overworld." "You know, I live there now. Just got the Pendragon's old place in Sedona." "The Arishta Isles? I prefer the Mainland myself." Gyendal pulled out two chairs and sat down. "So, what brings you here? Besides wanting to catch up with your little brother." Te'ijal joined her brother at the table. "I have a...problem, that may require magic. And no one I know is more skilled at magic than you, Gyen. Galahad-" Gyendal rolled his eyes, not even trying to mask his reaction. "That human again? You've been obsessed with him for a century. Humans aren't pets, Tei. They're vicious creatures that would like nothing more than to murder the lot of us." "Coming from someone who spent the last half-century in the Overworld," Te'ijal scowled. "Besides, this one's my husband. Will you help me or not?" Gyendal sighed, and nodded in assent. "Thank you, brother. I...I need to know if there's any way of turning a vampire back into a human." Gyendal stood up suddenly. "You can't turn into a human, Te'ijal!" Te'ijal followed suit, slamming her hands on the table as she did so. "Not me, you idiot! I did think of it at first, but I could never give up this - immortality, inhuman strength, Ghed'ahre. It's entirely too much fun. There are some things you just can't sacrifice. But Galahad," Te'ijal lowered her voice and sat down, pushing her white-streaked bangs out of her face. "Galahad will never be happy as one of us. He doesn't love me, so nothing I give him will ever be enough." Gyendal pondered for a moment. "There might be something I can do." He led Te'ijal to a bookcase full of dark magic-related items. "During my travels, I learned of a recently deceased human sorcerer named Mordred Darkthrop," he began, pointing to a diagram of an orb in a textbook. "He's creating a set of orbs, one of darkness and one of light. But there is a rumor that he created another orb, one which can make the undead live again. I've begun researching more about these orbs, but I haven't found their location. When I return to the Overworld, I'll make every effort to find it for you." "Thank you, brother." Te'ijal turned to leave, and paused. "I still don't know what to do about Galahad. Even after all this time, he still acts like a human. I don't understand..." Gyendal scoffed, lost in a passage about the Orb of Darkness. "Humans, so sentimental. I'm sure you'll think of something." ***** A heavy feeling of guilt weighed down Galahad like a second suit of armor as he traipsed through the forest surrounding Ghed'ahre. He had chased his own wife away to the Underworld with his petulant temper. A century ago, such an abhorrent act would have been unthinkable to him. Contrary to her infernal nature, his wife had been...kind. Galahad would never have thought a demon could learn to love, but maybe he was wrong. Or maybe his wife wasn't a demon after all. "Te'ijal?" He called. The woods didn't even give an echo in response. A scream pierced the night. Galahad's sword was drawn in an instant, ready to defend. He ran faster through the forest. When he saw the victim, his sword dropped. His wife lay on the ground, blood staining her pale skin, a stake jammed through her ribcage. "Galahad..." He rushed to her in an instant. "Te'ijal." It was the first time he'd called her by her name in...he couldn't even remember how long. His hand moved to the stake in her chest, but he was no healer. It settled behind her head instead, cradling it as he lifted her into his lap. "Te'ijal, I'm so sorry." The eyes and lips that were usually so bright and full of fire were now faded to a hue weaker than that of the dried blood. Her lips twisted into a serene smile, one he'd never seen on her before. Even as her life bled out in his arms, Galahad couldn't help but think she was beautiful. He wanted to ask who did this to her - chase after them, make them pay with his sword - but he feared she didn't have many moments left. A hot tear pricked at his eyes. Galahad blinked it away in surprise, but another one only fell in its place. He thought vampires couldn't cry, but the tears had come anyway. "Galahad?" The voice didn't come from the woman in his arms, but from several feet away. It sounded like...but no, it couldn't be. "Galahad, I heard your voice. Stop hiding." "Te'ijal?!" Galahad had lived twice as long as most humans, but the sight of the woman who was currently dying in his arms running up to him was both the most relieving and the strangest. "Husband, what...oh." Te'ijal reached for her bow and arrow, and fired a shot into her own chest. The woman in Galahad's arms morphed into a small blue darkling, who snickered and jumped away before Galahad could stick him with his sword. "I overheard you in the library, Tei...just wait til I tell the Professor about this!" The darkling cackled and skittered away into the night. Te'ijal reached a hand out to her husband, who, too shaken to stand up on his own, gladly accepted. "Galahad, are you alright? Did that pest hurt you?" "No, it didn't do anything," Galahad shook his head. "Actually, yes. I thought you were dead. I almost had a heart attack!" Galahad was in serious danger of either shaking his wife in frustration or grabbing her by the shoulders and kissing her passionately, so he instead enveloped her in a fierce hug. Te'ijal didn't know how to respond. Galahad hadn't hugged her in...well, ever. So she did the only thing she could do - she hugged him back, gripping him like she really was dying and he was the only thing anchoring her to the world. "Foolish husband, you know vampires don't have hearts." As they stood there holding each other, each of their faces tucked into the other's necks so neither could see the tears running down their faces, both decided to ignore the inaccuracy of that statement. ***** "Husband, I have a gift for you," Te'ijal said as she joined Galahad for breakfast. Neither of them actually needed to eat, but they had found it was a routine they enjoyed to help pass the time in their new home. A glass of cow's blood for Te'ijal, coffee for Galahad, and toast and star peaches for them both. "Is it another house?" Galahad joked. Te'ijal merely raised her eyebrows cryptically and presented him with a small box. "Open it," she encouraged. Curiosity piqued, Galahad complied. Inside was a necklace with a glowing pendant. It was the same one that his wife had worn around her neck since before they'd been married. His fingers were pulled to it, almost magnetically. His wife had given him his soul back. "Do you like it?" Te'ijal asked, feigning nonchalance. "I got it from a lovely Necromancer's shop. I was thinking of keeping it for myself, but I thought it matched so well with your lovely eyes, and-" "Te'ijal," he cut her off with a hand over hers. "Thank you." Galahad turned the pendant over in his hands. The contract binding him to Te'ijal had technically been voided when she married him, but she'd still worn his soul around her neck. After all these years, his soul was once again his own. He leaned over and fastened it around her neck. "But I think you'd better keep it."
  21. 4 points


    Hmm, let's see... 1. For the dark guild, I'd like to suggest maybe the Underfall Guild? I feel like Vampire Guild is too specific, doesn't allow for witches/necromancers, etc., but dark creatures of all kinds congregated in Underfall, including vampires. Druids and Dreamers sounds good for the light guild. What about the War and Magick Guild for the in-between guild (like the school in AP and AV3)? I like Warriors and Wildmages, too. 2. I'd probably join the dark guild. Bring on the spooooky! 3. Ooooh ooh! What if being in a guild meant you could put spells in your signature (or special moves, for fighters)? Like, you could have a guild tag image, and then "My Spells:" and then a list of appropriately themed spells with a cool icon to go with them? 4. Alas, I don't have enough time to dedicate to running a guild properly. ;-; But I would definitely be interested in helping out when I can (brainstorming for events, making guild- or event-themed images, etc). Maybe I could be a deputy or something? XD I would love to apply my skills to this. And I'd be happy to make stuff for other guilds, too. I just wanna make things! Speaking of that, I got excited and made a guild tag mockup for signatures/profiles... What do you guys think? Colors and names can be changed accordingly. I was trying to go for a sort of retro-rpg feel. Comments? Suggestions? Am I on the right path here? XD
  22. 4 points
    Whoops, I'm sharing new art~ Would you like at that, how impertinent of me. Aaannnyyway here are two pieces for day 4 of the challenge by @Queen-of-Ice101 ... I made two because I am bad at decisions, okay? Speaking of being bad at decisions, day 4 is favorite character, and I had SUCH A HARD TIME picking just one character as a favorite. Honesty I still can't decide, but I realized that I've only ever drawn this particular character with Rhen, and also, how could I pass up such a perfect opportunity to rant about why I love Dameon? (... You all probably knew who I was going to draw before I did honestly but here we are XD XD)
  23. 4 points
    I am supposed to have done several assignments, a slideshow, a paper, a story that I said I would finish by yesterday, and a collaboration fic with Scrivener that I have to get working on... and what do I write? Freakin' THIS. Anyway, if you're unfamiliar with the Bee Movie script meme, I suggest you look it up if you want to understand this ficlet lmao ***** When Ingrid walked into her house after a long day of potion-making, the last thing she expected to see was a room full of bees. Boyle seemed to be trying to coax them back into the empty beehive on their bed, but wasn't doing anything more than swatting around and flinching whenever a bee flew too close. Ingrid cleared her throat, and her husband leapt back several feet, knocking over a cabinet full of potion ingredients and miscellaneous relics from Boyle's villain days that he refused to part with. "Need any help?" Ingrid deadpanned. She considered casting a spell on the bees to make them attack Boyle, but she wasn't in the mood to take him a healer tonight. Besides, there was always the chance the spell would backfire, and she wasn't in the mood to have Boyle painstakingly pluck bee stingers out of her skin either. "Bees," was Boyle's only reply. Perhaps he was too scared of letting one into his mouth lest he say any more. A crackling ball of energy formed in Ingrid's left hand. With a flick of her manicured index finger, she directed the energy into the hive, and the swarm of bees followed suit. Ingrid folded her arms, shifted her weight onto one foot, and aimed an annoyed glare in Boyle's general direction while she waited for her husband to right his clothes and regain his dignity. He would need it in order to explain what in all of Aia he was thinking when he let a hive of bees loose in their house. "Sit down, Boyle," Ingrid began in her best don't-mess-with-me-or-I-will-hex-you voice. "Not there, sit on the bed, next to the bees. Now, would you mind telling me who or what put a berserk curse on you, because I can think of no other explanation of why you would bring home a hive of bees!" "I was thinking, since I'm 'retired' now, apparently, that I'd need a hobby. And what better hobby than beekeeping? I met this wonderful traveling bee salesman in the market today, and he told me all about the health benefits of honey, and how the bees are endangered. If bees go extinct the entire world supply of food could-" "You fool, that's just a marketing ploy to sell more bees!" "Don't be so cynical, Ingrid. He also gave me this beekeeping manual - free with the purchase of one beehive, I might add - and it's all right here." Boyle rummaged around in the folds of his villain costume and pulled out a small white booklet, which Ingrid promptly snatched out of his hands. "'Bee Movie Script'," she read. "What's a movie? Or a script?" "I don't know, but he said it fell through from a portal to another dimension." He took the booklet from her and flipped it open to the first page. "'According to all known laws of aviation, a bee should not be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway, because bees do not care what humans think is impossible.' Isn't that the greatest opening to any literary masterpiece you've ever read?" Ingrid kicked off her boots and sat down next to Boyle on the bed. She rested her chin on his shoulder as she angled the book so she could better read this so-called 'script' "Let me see that...'Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow, let's shake it up a little.' Boyle, what kind of drivel is this?" "You have no taste in art. The main character - Barry, he's called - is a talking bee. He's trying to choose his outfit, but they're all black and yellow. Because he's a BEE." "A talking insect, eh? That's not that funny." Ingrid's face suddenly split into a wicked grin. "Unless it's that time I turned you into a bug. Now THAT was HILARIOUS." Boyle began to pout in that way he does when one of his evil schemes doesn't go as planned and he tries to hide it behind a facade of villainous anger, but just ends up looking adorable. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you? All these months, I support this house, and all you can do is-" "I'm the one who works. You're retired, remember?" Ingrid interjected. "But the name. MY name. The great evil legacy of Wolfbane has carried us-" "Your name is Pendragon, and I'm pretty sure the royal family officially disowned you." "Well. I just. You. You're married to me, so technically they disowned you too!" Boyle threw his hands up in exasperation, looking over at the hive of bees as if he expected agree with him. Ingrid sighed again. She would never run out of sighs as long as she was married to this ridiculous man, who kept evil thrones in his living room and brought home hives full of bees and scripts from parallel universes. But he was cursed to spent the rest of this life with her, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Ingrid suspected that it would be a good idea to invest in a bee-proof veil to attach to her hat. "Hey Boyle, want to read some more of that Bee Movie Script?" "Okay."
  24. 4 points

    Moonpeace's edits/aesthetics/art

    Boyle aesthetic! He's my favorite character from Aveyond 4 so I had to make an aesthetic of him. It coincides with one of the last prompts of Queen-of-Ice's 31 day challenge, but I'm too lazy to count what day I should post it on...maybe I should rethink my decision to major in math I'll definitely make more AV4 aesthetics because I forgot how much I love the characters til now! I want to replay, but I still haven't finished AP, lolol
  25. 4 points
    Well here I am again with more Aveyond fanart! This time I remembered to post when I finished a piece so I only have one, instead of fifty, hahaha. This is another one for @Queen-of-Ice101's challenge. (Am I supposed to be posting that I did a piece in the topic??? I wasn't sure) Day 2, mage guild of choice!! Hopefully this works on the new site. I'm a little paranoid, haha. And I can't find the preview button sooooooo. I chose the Dragon Lord guild from Ahriman's prophecy, because Talia's title in it is Fire Lord and I think that's so beautiful. (See Avatar: The Last Airbender) I also love fire and dragons, and the fire relic story line in AP is pretty cool. Haha I am realizing a lot of you haven't played or don't remember AP, but just trust me, okay. Hopefully that reboot will happen soon and you'll all see what I mean. The dragon behind her... is Frederick le Mew!! I really adore Frederick, I think I'm going to try to add him into all the pictures I can XD Also, this is my first time doing fire digitally, and I can't even do it traditionally soooo I had fun. I tried to look up tutorials, but they were all for realistic fire so they wouldn't really fit the rest of the picture. Ahahahahahahaha Also, is there a way to shrink pictures on here? This looks so huge from this window O.O