#wargrin

Okay I’m on a roll called ‘try to re-draw your OCs that you haven’t drawn in 5 years’   : ‘)   here is the big lizard man

BASICS  !

NAME . Wargrin

NICKNAME . ....Wargrin, Handsome, Charming, Hunk (okay he’s basically just going to roll with anything)

AGE .  Depending on AU, usually between 37-45 years

SPECIES .  Septarian

PERSONAL  !

MORALITY . lawful / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true .

RELIGION .  spiritual / neutral / no faith / questioning

SINS .  greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath

VIRTUES .  chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

KNOWN LANGUAGES .  Mewman, Septarian, Some variances of dialects and common tongues from monster regions. 

SECRETS . His past. 

PHYSICAL  !

BUILD .  scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average.

HEIGHT .  7ft

SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS . None.

ABILITIES  /  POWERS Physical strength, regeneration, scarily high alcohol tolerance. 

RESTRICTIONS . Cold weather/snow. Inability to swim. Slight phobias of the two. 

FAVORITES!

FOOD . Roast meat. 

DRINK . Mead. 

PIZZA TOPPING . Everything

COLOR . Copper

MUSIC GENRE . Those rude little ditties that feature ladies and titties :l 

BOOK GENRE .  He can’t really read. 

MOVIE GENRE . Action & Comedy

CURSE WORD .  Fuck. 

SCENTS .  A wood fire. Cooking meat. Earth and hot sand. 

FUN STUFF  !

BOTTOM OR TOP .    Anywhere as long as there is action. 

SINGS IN THE SHOWER .  Yes. 

LIKES PUNS . Always. 

Stolen from: @loyalizard

Thought it may be an idea to make this a post to avoid confusion as I feel that @cold-blooded-candy and I's branching out into AUs with many of our Game of Diplomacy characters may lead to confusion unless clarified somewhere. These are brief, terrible summaries of the AUs.

Most AU's will be tagged as such, although if we miss something and you're confused shoot a message and I can clarify (sometimes I am a melon-head who forgets other people occasionally read and try to follow the spider web of non-chronological stuff that I post).

 GAME OF DIPLOMACY AU 

This AU is based around the situation where Moon's spell on Toffee fails, causing her to strike an arranged diplomatic marriage with him in order to spare her life and the kingdom. Monsters and mewmans merge into the Butterfly kingdom and learn to live together. @wargrin is Moon's bodyguard. It is dark, there are tensions. Themes such as war, abuse, manipulation as we take the world of Mewni into a Game of Thrones direction.

FLUFF AU

An AU in which Kalgor ( @your-ardent-admirer) is the wholesome gentleman that Moon believed him to be in the much darker Game of Diplomacy AU. Kalgor's role is that of Moon's war general and cultural advisor whilst she is married to Toffee. Some sad patches and areas of mild conflict but overall pretty damn fluffy. Themes: Warmth, secrecy, advice.

DARK FLUFF AU

A similar AU to Fluff AU, except Kalgor is Moon's bodyguard. In this AU both Kalgor and Moon are much bolder about their secret romance, leading up to Kalgor murdering Toffee upon finding Moon badly hurt at his hands. Themes: love, affairs, secrecy, violence.

BODYGUARD AU

 THE ONLY GODDAMN AU WHERE MOON AND TOFFEE ARE IN A WHOLESOME SHIP. AU where Kalgor is head of the rebel monster army, Moon's spell fails and she is forced to marry him to secure her safety and that of the kingdom. Toffee is her bodyguard. Over time Kalgor's mental state and sickness grows to the point where he is unhinged and dangerous. In an incident in which he loses his temper he has a fit and dies. Moon decides to be a badass single queen. Moon also kind of has a crush of the hot lizard bodyguard. The hot lizard bodyguard originally only fought to get the job as her bodyguard to get favour and a useful social status. The lizard then realises the young queen is weirdly likable and proceeds to be in denial about it forever. Commence the slowest burn where the most action is occasional blushing and the averting of a gaze. Themes: sickness/madness, denial, slowest slow-burn on the internet, Moon being a strong independent woman, Toffee in denial that he has the hots for Moon being a strong independent woman, Asexual marriage.

LAWYER AU

@wargrin

The big Septarian towered over the crowd, looking at the Queensguard and realized: Wargrin was not marching with them. His eye drifted to the cot, "No." He searched through the guard desperately; he so wanted to be wrong but it wasn't like Wargrin was short. He would have stood out and he was not there.

"No!" The sound that ripped its way out of him startled him with its intensity and the crowd nearby turned to look at him, but when they realized who he was, most turned and looked away. He choked on the lump in his throat, racing ahead of the procession: he had to get back to the castle. They would want to talk to him and he did not want to break down in front of all these onlookers but he could feel the wetness streak down his face and onto his frills as he ran.

--

It had been an assassin armed with a blade coated in an unfamiliar toxin, they explained while Rasticore fiddled with the wooden ring on his finger, running his thumb over its smooth surface. They did all they could but Wargrin succumbed to the poison in a few hours. They are sorry for his loss. The service will be in three days time. As his widow he will be expected to speak. Wargrin will be buried with the rest of the Queensguard. Wargrin served the royal family loyally for centuries. They are sorry for his loss (again). They will leave him to grieve.

"Wait," Rasticore spoke softly, he could here the trembling, the huskiness, in his voice "I have a request before you prepare him for burial; may I have a tooth or bone? It's a tradition in my culture to carry a piece of your mate after they pass."

It was a lie, but they didn't question it; they agreed that it was a reasonable request, they would get it to him in 24 hours time. Rasticore thanked them and out they went.

As soon as the door closed the big lizard slumped against it, the sobbing wail he'd been holding in torn from his chest. It was still hard to believe that Wargrin was never going to come through that door again, that he would never bless him with his laugh or smile again.

--

The next morning an envelope arrived with a single tooth inside. At least Rasticore would have a piece of that smile forever.

--

Going through Wargrin's things was hard, most of them had stories and memories attached. It made him laugh and cry in equal measure. Did he want to keep the armour that wasn't, in fact, made out of boyfriend material? No, it meant a lot to Wargrin; he should be buried in it. Did he want the white onyx wood ring that had served as their wedding ring, the ring that matched his black onyx wood ring? No, that should be buried with him too.

Wargrin's computer (that he never used), Wargrin's game systems (he used those at least more frequently than the computer) and Wargrin's phone (which he used more as a camera than a phone) were given to him after they had been checked and anything confidential cleared out of it.

Rasticore spent hours going through the photos on Wargrin's phone, practically crying a river but smiling all the while. It had been so good; Rasticore would never know anything like it again but he was going to treasure what he'd had.

--

Rasticore fiddled with his new necklace, rubbing the tooth's smooth surface as he stood in front of them, the crowd gathered to say goodbye to Wargrin. Even Toffee had resurfaced from wherever he'd been for the past seventy-odd years.

Rasticore spoke of Wargrin's smile, the lessons he'd learned from Wargin, how loyal the other Septarian had been. He spoke of the feeling of Wargrin's hand in his, about trying to capture a centuries long lifetime in a few words, how it was impossible. But he can share moments.

Like the time Rasticore first met Wargrin; the colonel had been drunk off his ass and had been trying to mount a horse and Rasticore wasn't sure which kind of riding Wargrin had been trying to do.

About the time when the truce was new and Wargrin saved him from a bunch of drunken thugs. About the time they got together. About the time Queen Star the Merciful was just a babe and the cuteness of her pulled tears out of both of them.

He went on and on until his voice grew hoarse and he was being nudged to step down, "And that's the kind of monster Wargrin was."

Rasticore went to the wake where he laughed and cried in equal measure with the attendees.

-- 42 years later --

Rasticore was lying crushed beneath the weight of the entire east wing of the castle; what started out as a simple repair job had gotten out of hand.

When the queen of darkness bribes you with food until she has your friendship. 

“That’s not verynice.”

The larger septarian hiccupped from where he was sprawledacross three chairs at a particularly odd angle. Two heavily-drunken sparringmatches left him victorious and resulted in a greater amount of alcohol beingdrank. Eventually, Wargrin slumped heavily down with the claim that rest wouldbe an adequate cure. A dislocated shoulder proved difficult to shrug off (quiteliterally) after winning the last fight, but the degree of exhaustion anddampener of the alcohol made laying down relatively tolerable for one in such astate.

“With some moreblood, your face could be carnage too.” Wargrin remarked whilstblinking groggily up at his friend.

“…Whoa youlook weird from this angle.”A thoughtful frown took hold of the russet septarian’s features as he attemptedto focus.

“H-hey. Havethe…have the guys sung you that song yet?” Wargrin proceeded todrawl to the familiar face that found him, seemingly happy for the company.

“They alllaugh– they say it’s why you don’t come with us…shipping all your money homemeans no fun for you.” A solemn hand reached out to pat Toffee’swrist.

“I’ll pay…nexttime we go, come with us.” A satisfied nod marked Wargrin’s mentaldecision on the manner before the words of the crude, military ditty began tobabble from his mouth as he lay limp with his arm dangling at a horrifyingangle.

“Did you hear of the septarian man

who fucked every whore in the land

he’d whet his whistle

but the madám she bristled

Heavy breaths stole at the monster’s chest as his intoxicated mind fumbled to reason with the surge of discomfort and the lack of continued violence that often accompanied a challenge to fight. The patronizing contact that followed seemed to imply that Toffee’s vicious action had only been a standalone marker upon their evening. Dazed and still somewhat confused, Wargrin blinked vacantly at the empty space above Toffee’s head.

“There you go.”

“…Next time someone calls you small…just do that. --Unless it’s me…” The larger septarian rumbled with a thoughtful nod. For all that Toffee lacked in height compared to him, the younger septarian made up with in his ability to adopt brute force when needed. It appeared, however. That more often than not Toffee’s words commanded even greater leverage than his fighting at times. It was a trait that the older soldier had less experience with, but just as much interest in.

“You did.”

“…Hmn…That sounds about right. Only I could invent something so vicious and powerful.” Wargrin continued with a satisfied nod, seemingly mollified by the explanation.

“And you’ll thank me for it when you’re sober.”

“I will thank you now for honouring my handshake. Have many many children then you may pass such wisdom onto them too, my friend.”  A larger scaled hand blindly reached for Toffee before finding his cheek and giving it a pat.

“Now, can you stand up, or do I have to carry you back to camp?”

“…Why are we leaving?” The larger septarian tilted his head at the concept. The tavern’s nearby fire was preferable to the cool, damp tents that awaited them outside.