Keep Your Memories Close To Your Heart.

Thank you so for the food, that fic was so cute! This grumpy warlord man being the biggest softy for his partner fills me with much joy

- bug dilf enjoyer anon

Of course!! I love writing for the destruction-happy dad!! 😁😁😁😁

Little headcanon as a treat 🤭

Mandrake would keep you holed up in Wrathwood, where you’d be safe and sound and always under constant protection, if he could. But there is something so attractive about you being able to fight and hold your own. Expect him to be very handsy and affectionate, especially if you save his ass, on the battlefield. That wont stop him from chastising you though. Ignore how hot his face is, he WILL nag at you about coming to his aid while trying to bandage either your wounds or his own while also trying to keep his hands off of you in front of the soldiers.

I need to draw Ragna and the kiddos more but there's muscle mommy :3

The Halfbreed Who Gained What He Lost

Charismatic, Charming, and Surprisingly arrogant in a naïve way.

by @amandakilljoy

Nash's story starts off as a child who was seemingly human at first, but his adoptive mother, Nadalia, took notice that he was a halfbreed, crossed between Hjaellin and Levande blood, as he grew he was taught certain trades, golem repair, leatherworking, and cobbling, but he was never taught to fight due to the peaceful lifestyle Levende are accustomed to.

This would unfortunately lead to the loss of his village. at the age of 15 he experiences his first raid, and through the carnage he was stowed away by Nadalia in a wine cellar. when the raid was over, the village was nothing but rubble, like a tornado had taken the village. The only remnants of his village was his blanket and two golems he was able to repair. one day after Nash fell to heat exhaustion and his golem friends could do nothing to help, soon guardsmen on horseback find the boy in the sand, being protected by the golems. They would tend to the boy, bring him in and make him a fresh guardsman.

Learning the art of dueling blades and horseback combat, he would show himself to be a proper trained fighter. he's now 18 (this is where abigore meets Nash btw) Nash was posted at a village with seemingly no status at the time, hardly any illagers nor husks try to attack due to it's small size, it was known as Fermin, but when Nash had his second day as guardman for the village, illagers stormed the small village, one illager with a horned helm fought valiantly, but slopy, causing his defeat in the end, he retreats with only a half of his men, and after that, Nash slowly making fermona his home, using his training from the guardsmen to protect his family, and his adoptive fathers, Doris the armorer and Phospherous the mason slowly over time the population of Fermin started to grow exponentially, and more guardsmen were posted at the now new city, Fermona, the emerald apple, where illager, villager, and human kind, live peacefully.

The Change For The Better

Nash, now in his 20s was slowly becoming the head hero of the village (a simple title just given to him by the home he protects), and when Phospherous and Dorris heard of this, they wanted to make something special for him, gauntlets what were embued the power to control the stone beneath his feet, they knew that Nash had a connection to the earth element due to his spirit and kind nature.

Nash used these gauntlets to materialize stone swords whenever he needed them, it was even better then the iron swords he kept as gifts from the guardsmen.

On the day that Fermona felt the most safe, a mysterious stranger known as The Cloak summoned the undead in the middle of the town square, causing a riot, Nash defeated the cloak, had them arrested, never to be seen again. but this made Nash feel unsafe, knowing there were users of magic that would wish to cause harm, he felt like he had to get stronger.

His fathers helped removed the stones from his gauntlets and forged them into a staff and so he heads off to the color country, stavustrand, and on the coast of the continent was a city known as Oaksend, it was the home of the most prestigious magic school the the west side of the world he stayed there for 15 years, learning geomancy and the magic's before it, turning him now into a geomancer. by @atenman

Over the course of the semester he was shortly wedded to the empire's royal guard captain, Ragna Norisen (@cometgoddess) Character by @cometgoddess

Art by @atenman

unfortunately Nash would have grave news come to him, in a form of an encrypted note with coordinates, it was from Abigore Melbourne, and he was seeking revenge more then ever. when he arrived he was kidnapped by Abigore and brutally battered by the barbarians. before Abigore prepperd to lay the final blow, ragna and the royal guard save the geomancer, sinking the illager general. Shortly after the whole ordeal, they would take the time to grow a happy family With Ragna bringing a boy and a girl into the world, Gloria and Maurice Dunes, they along with ragna are the reason why Nash fights for a free world.

By @cometgoddess

On the day of the final fight between Abigore and Nash, the geomancer was forced to push his magic to it's limits, he would use the earth underhim to make a powerful and sturdy armor to rival the Heart of Wrath (Abigore's final form)

Now living a peaceful life with his family By @artofgerald

By @illwilledomen

There's some pieces unrelated to the post, but still need to be seen by Bill Cipher on discord :3

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

Draw toon!Juice really far away and blurry

The world(s) and their people

The Alllands (overworld)

the Alllands is the name of the realm the Hjaellin(Humans) , Levande (villagers), and Umevande (illagers) with the occasional visits from the Emberfolk and the Voidfolk, all connected through portals, magic, and the like. The Alllands is bountiful, lush, and vibrant, seasoned with cities that make earth cities small in comparison. full of art and innovation.

The all land is similar to earth, but locked in a progressive balance between machine and magic, cars to airships to dragon carried carriages and trains fueled by blazes the alllanders call this era "The Divergence Era." Where world leaders bickering on the use of which to progress with. Golems and familiars were made by those who tested the balance of magic and machine.

The Emberlands (nether)

The home to the emberfolk, Hjaellin, Enderlings, and Piglins who either stay for the thrill, or banished by all Alllander cities for heinous crimes. The ember had been described to be nothing more then a giant fire pit by the first who discovered this realm. The opposite to the Allland's green pastures and bustling cities, the ember only has ruins, and hard to come by foliage, with the sprouting of mushrooms the size of buildings and creatures that seemingly embody the element of fire.

Although the air of the allands is to thin for the Piglins, Hjaellin and piglins alike in the modern day, have made herbs and breathing apparatuses to help sustain the piglins who wish to live amongst the dimensions. While humans share the same treatments whn going into the nether.

The Voidlands (end)

The voidlands are home to the Voidfolk, humans who are forced to evolve to live a life in the end, and enderlings. There is no atmosphere, no breathable air for Hjaellins and Piglins, and yet there is gravity to the islands that float across the endless void, comparable to the oceans of the alllands.

As if to embody its name, the voidlands are inhabitable for Hjaellin and Piglin alike, but not for Enderlings, Enderlings are tall breathless beings who communicate using telepathy, some who keep their eyes revealed are Enderlings who embrace their nature, a flight or fight response triggered when another being stares into their eyes. Those who cover their eyes arent necessarily blind, but are outcasted by the society of enderlings.

QNA

Q: Can all races be paired with other races?

A: yes though only Alllanders races can have halfspawn, excluding golems as they are an artificial race

Q: Are the hostile/neutral races (piglin, enderman, and vindicators) evil?

A: no, my iterations can have their own motives to being evil/good. meaning you can have enderman merchants with an illager wife, or a piglin with a polycule with some golems they met/made Race Chart

there aren’t enough posts going around about the swedish cryptid known as the skvader which is a rabbit with pheasant wings and also a very good boy.

this picture was so senshi coded I had to.

Heya! Genuinely obsessed with your epic writing, there's so little content out there and even fewer for mandrake especially. I beg for another fic with him please. Not asking for anything specific, just wish for more of the bug dilf please

BRO WAIT- I ACTUALLY- HOLD UP I ACTUALLY HAD A GREAT FUCKIN BRAIN IDEA IDK WHY PONYO- BIG WOMAN SMALL MAN BIG WOMAN SMALL MAN THEN I CHANGED MY MIND

Family Bonding| Mandrake

Reader: female | she/her

Warnings: mentions of prego, and prego sadness

Note: Am...Am I back??

"Momma..." Dagda shook the sleeping woman, "Momma."

Y/n shifted, as her husband pulled her closer in, "Momma..."

With the third chime of her name her eyes slowly opened: it dark outside: moonlight breaking through the open window, a viable light source to see her child; no older than seven year old, looking up at her in her bed with big amber eyes.

"Dagda? Honey?" She muttered.

"Momma I heard something in my room." He spoke, he speaking uneasey, trying to be strong like she had taught him.

"Hm..." Y/n answered half asleep still, her body too tired and too comfortable to get out of bed she managed to wiggle herself free of her husbands grasp, keeping towards her usual side of the bed she opened the comfortor, inviting him to join her for the rest of the night, "nothing will get you in here. Come."

Dagda was quick to get up and climb himself in beside her, nuzzling into his mother with ease and comfort. Her aem drapped comfortably around him as she pulled the blanket closer, leaving Mandrake partnerless, and with a little less blanket.

She fell asleep with Dagda quiet quickly, the little boy doing the same in the safety of his mother's arms. Yet so enough, Mandrake grumbled, upset with the lack of body warmth, and reached to grab Y/n, he tried to roll her over, he willing to meet half way yet she mummbled something in annoyance and shifted. Annoyed but not willing to give up he moved himself, her back to his chest as his arm drapped over her.

It was a good twenty mintues till y/n had started to get hot, and wake up, she sighed getting up carefully, Dagda in her arms she got off the bed, replacing herself with her son, the two sleeping peacefully.

"Come back to bed." Mandrake mummbled towards her.

With a groan she fell back onto the bed, her back to Mandrake's as she nuzzled her way back in comfortably before falling asleep.

Sometime during the night Dagda woke up again, switching to lay between his parents backs, and then finally between them as they turned on there backs to lay comfortably with the new body between them.

"Your Majesty." A woman shook the woman's shoulder.

"Mhm..."

"Your majesty it's about to be sunrise." She cooed to the sleeping woman.

"Five more..."

"Ah..five more mintues never hurt-"

"Hours..." Y/n grumbled.

"I'll set up the extra strong tea then ma'am." She responded softly, leaving the family to sleep for a few extra minutes.

Y/n sighed; half-awake half asleep, she knew she'd have to get up, reluctant to do so, she stayed down for another full minute before doing anything. she shifted, ready to get up for the morning-

"Lay down," Mandrake grumbled, Y/n looked over at him half. way sat up.

"Someone has to do the morning-"

"Don't worry about that, I'll have it handled," he complained, eyes still closed, Y/n fell back into her spot, no one had to tell her again as she let herself fall back asleep.

Mandrake would take her spot, tired? Oh absolutely, but they had fallen into the routine of Y/n setting the kingdom up for the sun rise, usually handing rule over mid-day and staying by his side until late hours of the night.

He found himself in the kitchen, Y/n's right hand, Yemen preparing the usual pot of tea for Y/n's morning wake up. So when she turned around- surprised, she almost dropped the pot in shock to see the King there rather than the Queen.

"Oh! My-" She sighed, "You scared me your majesty, are you joining My Queen for tea?"

"Y/n is sleeping," Mandrake answered.

Yemen sighed, yet a smile stayed on her face, she knew the woman all to well now; "I'd like her to stay that way," Mandrake interrupted Yemen's thoughts.

"Oh," She responded pouring the cups of tea, "Then, I will awake the book keeper to assist you as you like him to in the evenings-"

"You will assist me, as you assist Y/n," Mandrake ordered as she placed the cup infront of Mandrake.

"Very well, would you like to follow the routine of my queen to the truest we can,"

"That'd be ideal."

Yemen nodded, "Well then theres...quiet...a bit of differences if you'd like to have those implemented too-"

She looked at the sundial hanging from her neck, turning towards the window.

"For a few more moments I will only be able to address you as My King. My queen prefers her name over anything. Breakfast will be finished at that time as well. My Queen would take half of it and some fruit. Never really finishes a plate of food, does she? She prefers her subjects to be friends rather than subjects, but understands the line between the two. A fine line she likes to keep that way. She'll feed My Prince during the small break she has between the early morns guest and the late morns guest, and She'll take them till you wake. Usually around late mid day? Then you run the Kingdom My King and she tends to the ladies and meets Ayana for tea. Then again, You have gotten lucky, Mrs. Y/n isn't scheduled for much this day, you have finished your breakfast?"

"I haven't picked up a fork,"

"Very well, you're first subjects arrive momentarily,"

Yemen walked off, Mandrake trying to sneak a bite of food "Come along now!" Yemen called for him.

He sighed and was quick to follow the woman.

Yemen had explained the moring wasn't going to be busy as usual, yet the line already forming told him differently.

The first set of his people in a distraught land argument. Surprised to see Mandrake rather than the Queen.

"Where is Mrs.Y/n the Queen!" One demanded.

"I am perfectly capable of running my kingdom without my love besides me."

"Yemen!"

"This is the arrangement for today, Fogo." Yemen commented, " If you three are dissatisfied with today, you may leave and take it up with Mrs.Y/n, With no ill will as she goes by."

The three looked at each other, and bowed, then left.

Turns out. Many came in the morning just for Y/n to rule and guidance from them. The few that did stay assumed Mandrake had known of there situation, off the top of his head, which he didn't- Y/n did and Y/n wasn't there.

From the number walkout he had he was finished early, and was allowed a proper meal, his son just waking up.

"Momma's still asleep." Dagda pulled at his father's cloak.

He picked up his son, "Your Mother deserves some rest. Here."

Dagda took the piece of mole bacon he was handed and ate at it.

"When will Momma get up?" Dagda asked.

"When she's not tired anymore." Mandrake answered.

In came Yemen with a envelope, she setting a tray up and on it tea, and a small breakfast.

"That is not for Y/n is it?"

"Yes sir. It is." Yemen answered.

"I will take it."

"Very well." Yemen answered, removing the letter and setting the tray straight.

"I will take both." Mandrake answered.

"It is addressed to the Queen." Yemen answered.

"I will take both." Mandrake ordered hand extended.

Yemen sighed, reluctance on her face as she handed over the letter. He didn't have to open it. The heart at the end of her name told him it all.

"If it makes your anger disappate." Yemen spoke turning towards the cupboard where she unlocked a lower draw, and pulled the whole thing from the frame, "she leaves them all. Unopened."

Dumping them onto the unoccupied counter space she set the drawer down.

"He writes but she does not answer." Yemen responded.

"What does he want?" Mandrake asked.

"I do not know."

Mandrake looked at the writing before sliding it to Yemen to add to the collection.

"Very well if that's what's she wishes."

Yemen nodded and added the letter to the drawer before returning it to the cabinet.

"Lets bring your mother her breakfast." Mandrake spoke, returning his attention to his son who was more than delighted to help.

With tray in Mandrakes hand, and a single team cup by two hands by baby Dadga they walked down the castle halls together.

"Is Momma sick?" Dagda asked.

Mandrake looked down at his son, "No."

"Oh. I thought she was." Dagda told his father, "she's only in bed like this when she's sick."

Mandrake was quiet, his wife ran his kingdom better than he ever would. He's have to apologize for it- they made it to the bedroom Dagda pushing past the existing opening in the door.

Y/n was right where she was left, still sleeping.

"Momma! Momma!"

Y/n hummed as Dagda put the cup on the night stand and climbed on the bed before Mandrake could even make it inside.

"Momma! There's breakfast for you!"

"Dagda don't wake your mother-"

It was too late she hummed and looked up and over at her son. Wait.

Why was Dagda up? He's never up before-

She shot up quickly in realization, "what time is it?!-"

"Everything's taken care of." Mandrake commented as Dagda moved to besides her.

She looked at the tray set besides her, then her husband, Dagda placing himself in her lap with a smile.

"Thank you...uh...thank you," she spoke unsure if she was dreaming or not looking at the single teacup, "maybe...you could go get some extra teacups please?"

Dagda looked up at his mother nodding at her request and was quick to move his way along off the bed out the door.

"You...you didn't have to do this." Y/n spoke, "I could have done it."

"You do it every day, I'm sure one day off won't hurt," Mandrake spoke, his clawed hand reaching out to rub along her cheek, which she only flinched the slightest, and he retracted.

"What was not done?" She asked quickly attempting to avoid a conversation.

"Y/n," He started.

"I'm assuming they-"

"Y/n" He repeated as she grew quiet she looking down at the tray.

"I... feel guilty..." She started, she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Love-"

"You can get up and do this but I get up at the same time every day and can never even find time..." She sniffled.

"Please try not to feel guilty, you run my kingdom better than I, my people enjoy you better than I." Mandrake tried to reassure, wiping her face of large tears.

"I can't do this baby Mandrake," Y/n told him, "I can't last until winter like this,"

"Look at me," Mandrake lifted her chin up, "I know it's difficult, and I know it was not planned, what do you want to do?"

"Cry." was her only answer.

As quick as she answered the tray was moved to the floor and she was in his arms, a few more weeks until winter, three to be exact, and if it was anything like when she was pregnant with their eldest, this would be the start of her sleepless nights filled with sobbing and praying filled days to whatever part of the forest that would listen to her sobs, these last weeks were the hardest in his eyes, without her brother.

She cried into his shoulder as he rubbed her back in small circles, giving her temple a long kiss as she only held onto him tighter. Dagda came back in carefully with extra cups, and at the sound of his Mother's crying he set them on the floor and rushed over in anger.

"What did you do to her!" he argued.

"Dagda, your mother is just upset-"

"Why'd you make her upset!" He argued, "Why were you being mean to Momma!"

Dagda was quick to climb onto the bed and wedge his way somewhat carefully between his mother and father.

"Dadga!-" His father scolded.

The little boy pulled on his mother's shirt, he looking from her hidden place on Mandrake's shoulder.

"I'll beat him up!" Dagda declared, "If dad's being mean I'll put him down in the dungeon! With all the other meanies!"

Y/n couldn't help but chuckle, despite the tears that ran down her face, she pulling him up and closer between the two.

"your father's not being mean, he's being nice, giving me a shoulder to cry on."

Dagda looked at his mother, "Why are you crying then?"

"Sometimes...everyone just needs to cry," Y/n smiled smally at him, "But thank you for trying to help."

Dagda cuddled into his mother, Mandrake holding the two of them close, nothing could be as perfect as his family, good days, bad days, sad days and happy days, as long as they were together.

He overthinks things and accidentally smoke the whole building