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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
    I just got insp for a plot for that dark!Mel multichap fic I've been thinking of writing. It might be a little while before I start it since I want to finish most or all of my WIPs first, but I'm excited
  8. 6 points

    Ahriman's Prophecy (REBOOT) [FROZEN]

    Faiara interior screenshots I added graphic effects in this reboot.
  9. 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)
  10. 5 points


    Heya! I'm not exactly new, not exactly old, except kinda? I'll explain later but first of all, I'm PiPeter, and i started following Aveyond when i was 12 (6 years ago, darn i feel old). One of my dad's friends was a massive keyboard warrior and got me introduced to forums when i was 10 , and then eventually another friend of his introduced me to Aveyond 2. To be honest, i was AMAZED by the amount of english i couldn't read. However, I loved the game. It was visually appealing, and child me really liked the gameplay as it was my first RPG maker game. I did get stuck however at one point: The Beast's lair. Looking back now, I feel silly , because I kept thinking: "Maybe I can find dynamite in the house in the forest", "Maybe I can find dynamite in the city of love?". I remember having vivid hatred for the beast, because I found out later that he was hiding the dynamite, but i rage-quit the game without me even knowing the game tells you the beast has it. 1 year and a full playthrough of Bookworm Adventures later, and i went back to it. After trying 4 or so times, i finally got it and I finished the game. I then tried to 100% it over the course of many days and then I noticed something. When you start up the game, it said "Amaranth Games" (Which is what the site went by at the time). I decided to look into the forum part and I kinda liked it, so i made an account (Sorry @Aisling Yinyr Ngaio for making an account while 12), and I kinda liked it for a while, until the site sorta silenced out. I came back Once every year, followed the development of new Aveyond games aaand yeah . Aveyond was the main reason I didn't have to worry in English class, and my first introduction to RPG's. And that about sums it up. I used to have another account (PiePeter), but due to provider reasons, i lost acces to that e-mail account. So yeah, good day.
  11. 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!
  12. 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.
  13. 5 points
    At long last, and after over a year of writing, Shadows of My Twisted Destiny is finally a completed fanfic!!!! Excited me
  14. 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.
  15. 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:
  16. 5 points

    Forum changes coming!

    Updated site to use PHP7. The forum should load faster now. Next task: get back our profile images! :-)
  17. 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.
  18. 4 points

    Cirque d'illusion

    Cirque d'illusion ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beware Oh watch out for the Cirque d'illusion, bringing promises of fun and cheer. A tent of revelry as visitors laugh and watch in awe of death defying dances Any who walk into that tent will delight in what they see Please stay to the surface, don't try to lift the mask of Cirque d'illusion The Cover your ears to the pleas for help, close your eyes to the broken gazes Don't stray from the path to see the truth, don't uncover the secrets hidden away Trust the honeyed lies of the circus master, obey Ahriman's warning to stay to the light Flee the tent as the final curtain falls, do not lift it to see what lies beyond Circus Yet you step beyond anyway, peering into the gloom when the ringmaster has turned away Venturing towards the practice caravans behind, listen to the wailing cries Ignoring the warnings you were given, step by step straying further from the light Finally you reach the first of the wagons, and you hold your breath before looking in. Of First is the live doll they called Iya, so graceful as she spins and twirls Shimmering blue hair fanned our around her, contrasting pain that wreaths her gentle features Her feet follow precise movements, bringing attention to worn slippers and bloodies toes This dance her curse, as she performs a never ending show Illusions A gasp of shock as you back away The mask of the circus is beginning to fade On you continue, driven to see what truly lies beneath Then to your left you hear a cry, turning aside to where the shadows hide For A massive cage sits aside, the figure of the animal trainer called Lars illuminated by a sliver of moonlight A bloodied whip is left lying in the dust as with sobbed sorries he drops to his knees You look beyond, awaiting the animals yet instead you see bloodied backs of humans Once Rhen the wolf and Dameon the proud lion, now a young couple broken as they cling in turn to the bringer of their pain If Quickly and quietly you flee from the cage Unable to comprehend what your eyes have seen So you turn to the next caravan with dread in your gaze Looking in the painted wagon of scarlet, black and blue You Once on the stage the acrobat named Mel had flipped and leapt, performing as if her limbs were guided by another Above on a balcony had stood a man called Gyendal, smiles to the crowd as he pretended to guid invisible strings But now she lay tangled in strings, ropes red to hide the stain as they cut into skin Cradled in the arms of the puppet master bound in shackles, head bowed to hide his rage Step A sickened feeling fills you Seeing the horror behind the curtain Yet still deeper you go, unable to turn away Drawn this time by the haunting song of the snake charmer Behind A woman sits crosslegged on the ground, one who had commanded the snakes with song They had called her Elini the snake charmer, yet here she sat in trance as the snakes whispered in her ears She swayed to music haunting and clear as tables were turned and she became the one who served A charmer who was charmed, her mind not her own any longer The You spin away from the snakes And find yourself looking at the trapeze tent An act is performing their practice You are the only one privy to the private showing Curtains Dressed in shining costumes with gauzy wings, the two trapeze artists flip from swing to swing A young woman known as Stella arcs through the air but with a cry misses the outstretched hands and falls to the ground below her Her partner Edward drops to her side next to her only bent leg, listening as she sobs they must go on So with pained screams she stands, and they perform once again You The Cirque d'illusion is not a place of laughter and cheer It is a place of blood, darkness and fear You go to flee, but it is too late As you turn to see the ringmaster cut off your escape Will The juggler steps forward, the pretty painted girl whom they called Lydia In the ring she had juggled brightly coloured balls, but now you could see the truth Soul orbs, the true prisons for the members of the Cirque d'illusion However now there was another one, an empty one just for you Never Be Able To Leave. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next night the lights came down as the circus began anew Applause and excitement as dancers, acrobats and animal acts took the stage But tonight there was an act new, the tightrope that had been untouched before A lone figure with a bright smile painted on a pale face as you step forward with the swell of the music It is time for the final act of the night And your first act in your Circus of Illusion eternity ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beware the Circus of Illusion for if You Step Behind the Curtain You Will Never Be Able to Leave.
  19. 4 points
    I am at the moment acting like a total spazz in excitement:D I really wanted RPG Maker MV after finding out it could run on mac but with it close to being a hundred dollars it was more of an "ah I wish" kind of thing. Nevertheless I put it on my wishlist anyway, and yesterday evening I got an email from Steam.... Guess what went on sale for 26 bucks?? RPG MAKER MV!!!! I now have a shiny new program that I am going to have a blast learning:D It will donate to me many a day of frustration, rage quitting, and excitement
  20. 4 points
    I got the scholarship this year. My teacher just told me that 10 minutes ago.
  21. 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."
  22. 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
  23. 4 points
    Scrivener of the Gods

    Picturis Scribarum

    Sorry, here ya go:
  24. 4 points
    So I decided to do something fun and I have created an Aveyond youtube account!! I made it so that I could save all sorts of Aveyond related videos in one place for fellow fans to access easier, and I plan to create random fan trailers and potentially more types of fan videos too to post on it!! I would like to eventually get more people on management of the account so that other active fans in the community can post their work there too, but thats just a pipe dream right now haha. Zee youtube account: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtI0b0EXAn9ROJwIfmoyaaw?view_as=public
  25. 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