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dayurno · 9 months ago
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poor jeandreil chickens……… let them out if the coop to eat your grass dayurno!!!! they don’t need hay until winter or rain they’ll be fine. thank u for the farm update im excited for you and penny. when you get around to terraforming and decorating will you show us your farm perhaps :3 i too have been grinding stardew recently except im the opposite and am at the end of summer y1 and have three romances at full hearts. kevin day would be disappointed in me
I DIDNT KNOW U COULD JUST LET THEM EAT GRASS............................. well that makes things a lot easier for me! here's jean and andrew (white) and you can't see neil but he's in the grass and he's brown....
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ILL SHOW U SOON ill reblog this ask with it my farm is honestly lowkey ugly but i need to pull my weight.............. anyway THREE ROMANCES AT FULL HEARTS?????? NO WAY who are your picks and how are you even doing this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i talk to penny mostly every day and give her ice cream every time i see her why doesnt she want me. is it because i'm gay. penny :(
also here's kevin. i always pet him becausei love him
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spacemonkeysalsa · 8 months ago
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God of Ambivalence
A tiefling Artificer splits a large stone on a beach to discover a one handed-wizard inside.
Pairing - OC/Gale & Shadowheart/Lae'zel but there will be more as it goes on.
Read Chapter One on Ao3
Read Chapter Two on Ao3
Read Chapter Three on Ao3
Read Chapter Four on Ao3
Read Chapter Five on Ao3
Read Chapter Six on Ao3
Read Chapter Seven on Ao3
Read Chapter Eight on Ao3
Read Chapter Nine on Ao3
Read Chapter Ten on Ao3
Read Chapter Eleven on Ao3
Read Chapter Twelve on Ao3
Or read Chapter Twelve below
it's just a very short chapter and a conclusion to Astarion's intro, he'll be gone for a while after this, so say bye bye
Erakis waited until everything was quiet, and the animals had all gone out hunting. The sky was peppered with stars, but there was no moon out, leaving the wilderness gloomy and shaded purple and blue. He approached the doorway of the sanctum, a question lingering in his mind. Just how desecrated was it? Did the presence of a single acolyte make it a holy place again? Did Selûne’s light touch these stones?
There was one very simple way to know the answer.
The door had been left propped open. It was at once heavy, and delicate; made of thick wood—but rotting. There was enough space for even a large person to walk through, but that was all.
He reached out a hand, but felt a pop, like he’d been slapped away.
Yes.
The answer was yes.
He wasn’t sure why, but he felt a sting of disappointment.
He didn’t even want to go inside the church. But knowing he physically couldn’t twisted something deep in his guts.
“You look like you expected to be covered in radiant burns,” said a voice.
Erakis froze. He didn’t recognize the voice, but the man spoke like he should be recognized. That air of instant familiarity gave him pause. Did he know him? Should he? He’d thought he was alone, but tried not to give away that he was startled, as he straighten up, dropped his hand and cocked his head around to see the man approaching him at a leisurely, strolling pace.
He did not know this man. He would have remembered him.
Slim and long, somehow without being terribly tall, the elf carried himself a little too well to look like he belonged in this wilderness. He’d be more at home strutting down a well paved street, or perhaps at the head of a procession in one of Toril’s mortal courts.
The elf wore simple black leather armor and carried short, sheathed blades on either hip. The tang of the arcane hung in the air around him, probably wafting from several items he wore, but in particular the black gloves that covered his hands had a slight crackle of magic. As was typical for a high elf, he had elegant, nearly too-harsh features, angular and sharp, but unlike many of them, he wore those features comfortably. He was almost too good-looking to be a high elf.
“If you’re here to see the cleric, I think she’s already retired for the evening,” Erakis stepped away from the door that wouldn’t let him enter anyway, and moved in close on the elf. It was a cheap intimidation tactic, but when he was in his true form, it never failed to cow any typical denizen of Toril. Even in this muted human form, it was still usually effective enough.
The elf’s smile sharpened like the wings of a bird of prey outstretched. He wasn’t intimidated, but he was intrigued. “I already spoke with her. I wanted to speak to you now.”
Erakis glanced back at the impassable doorway, trying to hide any flicker of concern on his face. “Who are you then? What can I do for you?”
“The name is Astarion, and I don’t know if you can do anything.” He continued smiling to himself like it was a private joke. “For me. You’re Erakis. That’s what they told me, anyway.”
“Why did you want to speak then?”
“You’re going to escort the maimed wizard and the big tiefling tomorrow, to see your ranger friend? And then dear old Rolan?”
“I won’t be going all the way with them to Ramazith.” Erakis hadn’t fully developed his story in case someone asked about it. He just assumed no one would. They didn’t seem particularly interested in anyone but themselves. Maybe he should have thought it through more, but he wasn’t used to subterfuge. He was more of a blunt instrument. That was his typical utility in the hells, at least.
“What business takes you to Baldur’s Gate, exactly?” The elf’s air was friendly enough, maybe even flirtatious, but Erakis was basically certain he wasn’t asking because he was working up the courage to ask him to meet for a drink.
“I have family there. I haven’t seen them in a while.” The words dribbled from his mouth before he could stop them. He felt a distant snap, like the memory of pain from a broken bone that had healed long ago.
“Well that sounds worth a rambling struggle through a howling wilderness,” the sarcasm in Astarion’s voice was at once sharp, yet light, and it took a moment for Erakis to fully process.
If it was true, if anyone he could call family was still there, it would be worth it. But, it wasn’t true and Erakis had to concede that his delivery hadn’t sounded enthusiastic. Sarcasm was probably the only empathetic response that mirrored his energy.
“Oh, no,” Erakis said tonelessly, “I do this kind of thing for fun,” he gestured to the full darkness around them.
“Gods, imagine,” Astarion grinned at him. There was something about him that Erakis couldn’t pin down. He wasn’t an infernal, that would have been all too easy to sniff out, but he wasn’t just a typical high elf either.
“...What did you want to speak to me about?” Erakis started to feel uneasy, the longer the elf’s pink eyes bore into him. He would have preferred that he was just flirting with him now that he had a moment to think about it, anything else probably meant he was suspicious of him, or, worse, he had his own designs and wanted to make sure Erakis wouldn’t get in the way. He most certainly would, if that was the case.
“The big tiefling and the wizard have their agenda, and that’s all fine. I’m not actually invested one way or another, truth be told. But—the monk is invested. He’s rather determined to see it through. And his well-being does interest me. So, hypothetically, what are the chances something endangers your intrepid little group of unlikely comrades?”
The elf was suspicious of him after all. But something in his words led Erakis to the conclusion that he was being sincere in his rather ambiguous question. Not an outright accusation, so to treat it as one would be walking into a snare. Astarion wasn’t calling him out, or if he was, he was doing so with a fat 'I don’t really care' caveat that might be earnest. 
To be safe, Erakis took him at his word. “How likely?” Erakis made a show of thinking, then shrugged, “as you said, it’s a howling wilderness. Danger abounds. I’m familiar with the area, but that only accounts for so much security.”
“If we were to tract into a situation with a decided lack of security, well, I suppose, that wouldn’t be impossible.”
“Definitely not. But we’re not helpless,” and Erakis meant it. The wizard had already bested him once, though he’d caught him off guard, it was still a rather humiliating thing to recall. He’d had every advantage and still ended up on the losing end. He wouldn’t underestimate him again. “A wizard, an artificer, and a monk. If I can find a decent weapon around here, I’ll be more useful.”
“You should check inside the church,” Astarion smirked like he knew exactly how impossible that was for Erakis.
“I should,” Erakis said without skipping a beat. “Maybe in the morning when there’s more light and I’m not in danger of waking anyone.”
“How sensible.” Astarion turned away but wasn’t leaving yet, he still had Erakis pinned in the corner of his eye as he adjusted his gloves. “The monk’s safety is all I really care about.” The playful tone he’d maintained throughout dropped away and Erakis was a little taken aback to hear a not insignificant amount of grit in his next words. “I know we only just met, but take my word for it when I tell you that you do not want me to hold you responsible for anything unfortunate happening to Xan.”
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blackjackkent · 10 months ago
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OK, time for this Mapping of the Heart situation. Hector is NOT happy about this already and I don't imagine that's going to get any better once we see what the test actually entails. (I can't imagine Shadowheart is very thrilled about this experience either.)
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Stepping through the door the woman out front indicated, we come to this very sparse altar area with a bench. There's no other exit, so we're presumably supposed to sit on the bench; however, Hector (being the nerd that he is) curiously reads all the books on the shelf on the far wall first.
Most of them are academic and religious treatises on Sharran beliefs. One, however, labeled "Habits of Patriars," is surprising.
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"Uhhhhh," Hector says, snapping the book shut again and blushing as he sets it down.
Karlach immediately snaps it up and leafs through it, then bursts into a fit of laughter, albeit muted given the seriousness of the situation. "Good advice, Hec," she mutters teasingly. "You should let me do it instead."
Shadowheart stands on her tiptoes to look over Karlach's shoulder, and then makes a strangled noise of amusement as well, putting her fist to her mouth.
Jaheira rolls her eyes. "It is like working with children..." she says wearily, and goes to sit down on the bench without waiting for the others.
At once, a shadowed figure in a dark cloak shimmers into being and sits on the bench next to her, facing opposite, her head bowed and face hidden by her hood.
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"You seek to be Unburdened, yes?" the figure murmurs. Her voice is low, cold, sharp, like the blade of a dagger. "The Mapping of the Heart can reveal the way... yet there is another here whose need is great..."
Shadowheart takes a step forward, then hesitates.
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"That voice..." she whispers. Another step forward. "Allow me. I think I'm supposed to do this."
None of them like that much, really, but how can they tell her no? Hector nods, gestures Jaheira off the bench so Shadowheart can take her place. "Go ahead," he says.
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As Shadowheart sits, the hooded figure turns just slightly towards her. "Do you know why you are here?" she asks.
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"There is something I lost," Shadowheart answers. Her voice is steady and her eyes narrowed angrily. But Hector knows her very well but now, and he can tell there is as much fear as anger in her at this moment. And he can't blame her - they have walked into the lion's den here, put her head directly into the beast's mouth. By her choice, and as it must be, of course, but that makes it no less frightening. "No," she corrects herself, her jaw setting. "Had taken from me. My family. My life. I want it all back--"
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"Loss is a gift, girl!" the hooded woman says sharply, cutting her off. "Do you still not understand that? now give me the true answer - what is your purpose in being here?"
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Hector waits, his weight balanced forward on the balls of his feet. Should this come to violence, he's ready... but once again, this is not his conversation to control. He waits and listens, though he would rather be anywhere but here.
Remain silent.
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"The artifact," Shadowheart says unsteadily. "I was sent to retrieve it. At any cost."
"And who tasked you with this mission?" the hooded figure asks.
Shadowheart shifts in her seat, a moue of frustration pulling at her mouth. "The Mother Superior, of Shar's--" She stops abruptly and her eyes widen. "It's you."
"Give me the honor of my name, in full," the figure says, implacably.
"I... I can't," Shadowheart whispers. "My memories..."
The figure stirs, pushes herself languidly to her feet. "I know what's in that head of yours better than you do."
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She turns, pulling back her hood and revealing her face - a drow woman with angular, icy features and hair almost as pale as Shadowheart's. "My name," she says firmly, locking eyes with her erstwhile acolyte.
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Shadowheart swallows. The words seem torn from her almost without her volition. "Mother Superior..." she whispers. "Viconia DeVir."
(A/N: Ahahahahah what!
Viconia is another possible companion in BG2. She's a neutral evil drow cleric and apparently voiced by Grey DeLisle, which actually makes me a bit surprised they didn't just get her to voice her again since (to my knowledge) good old GDL is still actively working and adding to her Incredibly Large Pool of Roles.
Caden only met her very briefly, but the moment was memorable because he rescued her from a bunch of angry townsfolk and then ALL OF HIS COMPANIONS SHOUTED AT HIM AT ONCE about whether or not to let her stay with the party. (She did not stay with the party. XD )
Of all the potential other companions who could have showed up besides Jaheira and Minsc, Viconia would not have been the one I'd pick. Rasaad, Imoen, Keldorn - all human but that didn't stop Minsc from making it this far. Aerie's still alive for certain even! And hey, halflings live at least 150 years - couldn't have brought Mazzy? Come on, Larian, you're killing me here.
Anyway, blah blah yelling from Faenya-Dail blah blah. XD)
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"You still have the wits to recognize y our betters," Viconia says icily. "Good. Now descend. You have much to answer for."
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Her eyes roll back and purple light rises around her and through her -- and then she vanishes.
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"An astral projection," Karlach says, raising an eyebrow. "Very clever. I'll stay on my toes around this one."
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"Descend," she said, and it seems she meant it literally. A door slides open in the far wall, revealing a staircase beyond leading into darkness.
Hector glances at Shadowheart, waits for her to speak - but she doesn't. Not looking at him, or at anyone, she stands and stalks towards the stairs without a backwards glance.
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0v3rcast · 2 years ago
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The pspspspsps from across the digital space haunts me once more, Dead Aquarius. I don't know what you put in that post but it's f e s t e r i n g inside me. Thank you for this gift.
CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of identity death, the nature of the divine, the eldritch, body horror, and Gross Flesh Things.
To begin, let's witness the original idea: it's very nice.
Hurl it from the window (but kindly, that it may grow wings and fly away to a new home).
We're taking the Other Eldritch path. The path that sees Normal Rational Existence and promptly says 'vibe check' before shredding it.
That is the path we must walk.
You, the Cor Vitae, are not nature. Nature may have spawned from you, but you are the final branch of existence in another everything. You are beyond comprehension to a sane mind. You are a 3d object in a 2d space, in the grand scheme of reality.
To gaze directly at You is to have their soul enveloped and torn away from them, to become Part of You in Eternity, to lose the individual and to become another facet of the Life-Pattern.
Those who look upon You without the proper protections die as an individual. The flesh they leave behind fills with You instead. This being is known as a Dreamer.
Your first descent to Teyvat produces an entire village of Dreamers, as Your form unfurled.
The Dreamers know no hunger, no thirst, no exhaustion, no feeling, no breath. They have no mortal desires. They do not age, or take wounds. They are full of You. You are their water, their food, their air, their medicine.
They are Your limbs, Your tongues, Your eyes. Through one of them, You can experience Your creation. This 'person' is called Your Distortion.
Within a day of your descent (your Impact as it will come to be known), the First Dreamers have constructed a primitive temple to you, around your body, to hide the effects of witnessing you from mortals.
The Archons who come upon it meet Your Distortion at the mouth of the temple, hewn from the stones beneath the village. It resembles no temple on record. It is simply a massive pyramid.
You attempt to speak through the Distortion. Your words are unintelligible, bent and warped, incomprehensible, and the mere attempt of this flesh to speak as Your Voice renders it mute as its vocal cords liquefy in its throat.
But your loyal Archons need no words, at least not yet. Your mere presence shattered their normal lives the moment you made Impact.
By the grace of the Gnosis, they are shielded from the immense pressure You exert. They weep at the mere presence of You, though not from pain or sadness.
You being here is a moment of unparalleled joy. Cause for worldwide celebrations lasting months, should You desire it.
You do not. There is much to be done first.
One by one, You thread the narrowest connections You can manage into their minds, that they may hear Your Voice.
To them, Your Voice is not a chorus of thousands of voices, in manifold tones.
To call it a voice at all would be blasphemy. The Sanctus Clamor is as much a voice as the buzzing of a fly is human speech.
The sounds by which You convey meaning are a brilliant chorus, the dying breaths of angels and the swan songs of entire orchestras vaporizing beneath heaven's light.
Should any mortal hear it, they would be struck deaf within an instant. Your favored allogene acolytes would be struck with migraines that would last entire days.
The Archons hear Your 'words' perfectly. Hear Your excitement to meet them, Your compliments and praise.
They have waited centuries for this first conversation with you.
It is everything they imagined it and more.
You collect their Gnosis with the merest of thoughts and purify them before returning them. The erosion of their beings is cured as if it had never happened. New power flows through their veins in a way that they'd likely never before felt.
To them, the purification is like the warm hug of a parent on a miserable day.
The Tsaritsa nearly faints from a mix of pleasure at being spoken to directly and embarrassment at Your gentle teasing about 'taking other people's toys'.
Each of their Gnosis is freshly encased in a tiny fragment of the pure dimensional glass that now makes up your body.
You call it a gift to them, a reminder that you are always there.
Zhongli, given brief authority to order around Your Dreamers, sets about recreating the temple to You.
Every precious metal, every brilliant gem, every valuable mineral- all of them are masterfully carved and lain into exquisite works of art detailing Your great deeds- forming Teyvat and Celestia within the Abyss, parting the three, filling each with the beginnings of life, gently guiding their growth.
Icy veins of Cryo grow within the walls to steal away summer heat and devour the chill of winters. Light bends in flawlessly cut ice, bathing scenes from history in vivid color.
Eternal flames ignite in braziers and light candles and torches. A great forge drools molten metal beneath the earth, ready to be shaped into weapons and tools and armor.
Vast networks of plant life erupt from the earth, Dendro and Hydro flooding the soil with the raw energies that bolster flora to insane heights on this world.
No other place on Teyvat could ever compare to what now rests in lovingly designed gardens surrounding Your temple for acres in every direction.
Immense slashes of pure Electro carve into the ground between the plots, and freshwater rivers willingly divert their courses to come closer to You, flowing into the gouged earth.
Gentle winds carry news of your arrival to the animals of the world. Entire menageries of creatures abandon their traditional nesting grounds to be nearer their maker.
Your last request to them before departing their minds is one borne of love for the many fragile minds that will seek Your blessing.
A vast screen of dark Geo-infused crystal is erected between Your form and the center of the temple where You rest, that mortals may see a fragment of Your silhouette, think 'the Maker is before me', and feel hope in a tomorrow You watch over for them.
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The first mortal to approach your temple is not an allogene.
She is not important or special. She is simply a young woman from Fontaine, plagued by a past she can no longer allow to haunt her.
Having felt your presence, she immediately made a pilgrimage. She begs for salvation from the people who seek her out, who seek to return her to a life she despises.
She is insistent, despite your attempts to turn her away.
Your first priestess is a young woman from Fontaine who chose to watch over Your Dreamers and temple.
it's almost 4am i can't get this out of my head holy shit.
reader whose original body is a literal eldritch forest deity and speaks in hymns (bonus points: after we isekai into said og body, we mix slang into it).
the acolytes have to break their fucking necks just to talk to you eye-to-eye, and the only thing they can make out of what you say is something equal to tablets bajillion years old already.
or that reader is constantly cussing and the acolytes just nod along not understanding whatever this 15ft tall eldritch horror is saying.
-🫀
ELDRITCH HORROR READER. I LIVEEE, NONE OF U UNDERSTAND, THIS IS SO DEEPLY AHHHHHH
I LITERALLY JUST SHIMMY STIM IN MY SEAT WHEN I THINK ABT THIS TOO LONG LMAO
i LIVE AND BREATHE for when we look like eldritch horrors but are just people lmao
IF I HAVEN’T RUN U OFF, 🫀 MY HEART, MI CORAZON <3
U HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MIND DESPITE BEING A BLOODY HEART
Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only), Eldritch!Reader
Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs
Orbit: some headcanons, tiny scenario
Stars: a little bit of Zhongli, Xiao, Ganyu, Ningguang, Keqing, and the adepti
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Light Description of Body Modifications/Body Horror-esque, Light Description of Eldritch Horror Creature, Reader has a Non-Human Body,
& Trigger Warnings: Eldritch Monster, Light Body Horror, Non-Con Body Modifications (Wake up as a monster, described as positive).
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FUCKING LOVE THIS GIF, AND THIS SONG AND ARTISTTT
hey so here’s a song to listen I was listening to while writing this, chose the instrumental bc it was less distracting!
👉👈 hope u like :)
you just come into Teyvat from either Enkanomiya, the straight up Abyss/Dark Realm or even Celestia/Light Realmunder that glowing mushrooms tree in the Chasm, or like, ooo even by the upside down Barbatos statue 👀
and its great bc ur like- “omg Teyvat ooooo, ahhhh”
meanwhile the animals/magical creatures/beings nearby like shakin in their boots
literally no matter what land type their in, water, air, etc. they’re all bowing (despite the hooves, the paws, the flippers, the wings,) hell, even the bugs?? Might be bowing???
and you were slow to wake up wherever you were, so it took you a second to really process-
plus it just felt so weirdly, natural?
Not like walking on 2 legs no, but more like, how swimming feels but without the act of doing it?
you realize you’re… hovering.
wow, guess you can do that now,
your pretty much crowned with every flower from the regions of Teyvat, and a few from other Realms like Celestia, Abyss, and Enkanomiya, etc.
you have extra limbs, you feel them shift like you’ve had them all your life, even tho you do smack urself a few times with them lmao (new hand-eye coordination is hard)
and you realize u can see elemental traces/elements of beings, even plants, all the time now?
It isn’t until you look into a pretty still pond that you see what you look like,
you’ve got more eyes
I mean u thought you’d just be one of the twins, or ur own person if somebody asked u what youd look like isekaied to Genshin Impact, not what looks like the elemental god of the fucking continent
but you don’t look bad! actually you think you look kinda neat!
You’ve got like this coat of many draping vines and plantlife, glowing coral poking out near the top that’s around your throat, and- is that- tiny waterfalls?? Running down your nature cape too??
the many gemstones and ore of this planet form your legs, strong and taller than even regular human guys back on Earth, you’re like what? Eight? Nine feet? (about 245cm, or 2.5 meters)
You’re head… it’s like a dragons skull?? You’ve got these black horns flowing out from the top too that fade to a golden glow, like a crown nearly, theyre draped with what looks like strings of primogems??
oh and your extra eyes are symmetrical that’s good!
tho it does seem like you got this handy hood included into your cape of much nature to flop onto your head
where your heart should be, there’s two bursting stars circling one another, one of pink, purples and light blues, the other of gold and blue, oh hey, the wishing stars for standard and character banners!
and if you like mushrooms, at least one of every kind in Teyvat’s countries/regions is looking cool on ur cape, and if you like bugs, the cool ones like the rhino beetles from inazuma are being cute little buddies on ur stuff too
and like in the gif, every step you take overfills with life, except it stays and doesn’t wither like above, and it also does that glow bit that some places in Sumeru do/Enkanomiya
You CANNOT be missed no matter where you walk, and your sort of constantly feeling like you’ve drank 3 energy + 5 espresso shots of coffee
but in a way that makes you sort of full? like full on life… and like you could be even bigger, and taller, if you willed it
k but the adepti felt ur presence coming in hot from literal mountains away
Cloud Retainter, and Guizhong, had set up inventions long ago to sense the Original of Teyvat, just in case, because some signs of prophecy of your return had begun to show in their lands
Zhongli especially knew you were close to come after another major sign was met, the corruption after the Archon War, and the ravaging of the land by the fall of Khaenri’ah’s “metal beasts”
So when you finally walk your way into Jueyun Karst, the adepti are already waiting, Xiao, Ganyu, and Zhongli as well,
Luckily Ganyu, with Zhongli’s help or advice, convinced the adepti to share this meeting with the Qixing as well like Keqing, and the Tianquan herself
It was a momentous occasion after all, but you were just now feeling the need to maybe nap a little after nearly, what was it, 2 weeks worth of constant walking?
wow this new body had literal stamina for days
you arrived late into the night, around midnight, under a full moon, and they’re relieved all the signs are being met
honestly the only reason you headed to Liyue was bc you knew it was the closest (the map of Teyvat was both familiar in the way it had been in game, but also on a deeper level, like walking around your house in the dark)
and u rlly wanted to be able to talk to somebody, bc u had no idea?? wtf you were??
honestly you thought the adepti/Zhongli would be a good bet bc they’d maybe tell u what creature u ended up as,
u did suspect maybe you’d ended up as some kind of god, but like?? none of the other gods looked like this???
and u see them all! up ahead in Jueyun Karst! Oh no! You really, really, really, hope they don’t think you’re a walking talking evil tree dragon thing-
…maybe you should wave?
As you get closer,
Xiao’s back straigtens, Ganyu nervously looks at the ground, Keqing is trying to figure out where to look bc ur so tall, Ningguang has her hands respectfully folded in front of her and her facial muscles looks tensed for a fight almost, the adepti are shuffling nervously bc they’re not used to being the magically weaker/younger creatures in the area, and Zhongli-
Zhongli is no longer the mortal Zhongli.
Amber horns curl up from his head, long brunette hair with glowing gold tips flowing and loose, claws on display, as he stands in his finest and oldest lóng páo, black with gold detailing embroidered throughout, it details his deeds as Rex Lapis and Morax, the spears of his vanquishing gods across the front and back, he looks like a living painting
and although he looks as serene as if he’s about to sit down for some tea, the adepti can see the tremoring hands, the same he used to hide in his sleeves when he was genuinely intimidated by another god, usually the older ones he’d had to fight
but for the first time since the archon war, this was one he was going to welcome with open arms, and utmost respect, despite his position as archon forfeited
there’s a strange music in the air of the night as the animals and the bugs and creatures of the realm subtly make the beat, the god’s feet (of ore Rex Lapis hasn’t seen since he was a child, it was so rare to find) shake the earth of his land with each step, a deep quiet booming like a drum of war as they get closer
The God of All stops some distance away from them
…and the Huangdi of All, just waves. 💀👋
at Zhongli, the adepti, Xiao, the Tianquan, and the Qixing.
A long black limb with a rainbow shine like a crow’s wing raises, gives an ironically tiny wave of their clawed black hand,
and tilts their head, though a sort of greenery hood covering it
and speaks,
“ ˙˙˙ʎzɐɹɔ sı ʇıɥs sıɥʇ ¿ʍou ʇɥƃıɹ ɯɐ ı ʞɔnɟ ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʍ ʍouʞ sʎnƃ noʎ op uɯɐp”
your voice is like singing, deep, high, like a choir trying to sing all at once to them
Xiao cringes a little in surprise, he was braced for your older speech just in case but it still caught him off guard, and unfortunatly, he gives a quick glance to Lord Rex Lapis,
he can’t understand any of that, and Ganyu and Keqing are in the same boat, but while the Yaksha’s only done passive studying in hopes of understanding you, the Lord of Geo had gone much further back in trying to make sure he could understand your words, should the day come, his library, even now living as a mortal, is extensive
the other adepti and Ningguang catch a few words, but it’s too,, simple really, to understand
the words have no context, they need more, but such is the ancients, they’re meanings simple and all-encompassing
Lord Rex Lapis bows deeply,
“We welcome you with open arms, our Huangdi. Please, feast your eyes upon the land with which I have wrought with mine own talons, for all is ever truly yours.”
the adepti announces for them all, voice giving away no nerves, Xiao can still understand him luckily, though he has greatly simplified himself for the sake of being understood by the ancient god of creation,
“ ˙˙˙ʞɔıʇs ɐ uo ʇsıɹɥɔ snsǝɾ ¡¿ılƃuoɥz noʎ uǝʌǝ ¿noʎ oʇ poƃ ɟo puıʞ ǝɯos ɯ,ı 'ǝʇnuıɯ uɯɐp ɐ ʇıɐʍ”
your voice is an energy through the air, and makes the trees nearby lean in to hear you better, the creeks and ponds of the area leave their beds a little to get closer, geo crystalflys emerge and begin to swirl around your natural body, perching on your horns, making it look even more like a crown
Xiao gulps.
Rex Lapis’ and Ningguang’s spines straighten further if they even can from the impeccable posture they were before, They share a quick glance…
…neither of them caught that one, only a few words, and Ganyu feels her shoulders drop as she gives up trying to hear you and understand as well,
you make a strange sound, a high humming, a deep confusion with some worry, the crystalflys buzz around you a little faster,
then point to yourself
...and make a peace sign. ✌️
it was going to be a long night.
idk if this made any sense, and I sincerely hope that you at least liked what I wrote a little bit, sorry about the over description 😭 I just felt like it was very important but then I realized I hadn’t even talked about the language yet… anyway here u go LMAO
I hope it was alright, and I seriously love your idea, even if I didn’t take it in the direction you wanted/as cool as you meant!! :/
Thanks for the badass idea, i fucking love eldritch shit <3
Safe Travels,
💀 ♒
♡my beloved♡
@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk
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yaldev · 1 year ago
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The Fountain (II)
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It was just hot water and steam, but Decadin couldn't stop himself from smiling like an idiot. This felt like something bigger, like this was Yaldev was breathing and he was here to see it. Pictures and jargon never did geysers justice. The acolyte knew when he got home he'd tell everyone it takes seeing one in real life to capture the experience, and he had the pleasure of seeing multiple in close proximity.
The Fountain Geysers were discovered by scout platoons who first ventured into the Flux, the mountain range forming Wojpier's Eastern border. With the outlands under control, conditions were ripe for a new suppression tower, and Terminus sent Decadin to make final inspections. He rushed his way through the routine details, using the momentum to distract from the bitter cold, then gave his full attention to the natural wonders just a short hike from the tower site.
Every few minutes, a jet of hot water and steam blasted from the rock. But why? Decadin held out a hand to trace an invisible model in the air. His first idea was a water elemental was down there, one that shot the substance from the holes in the stone, but was silly. Maybe there was exposed magma further down that heated some of the liquid into a gas, and as the steam rushed up it carried some of the water with it. Or maybe some magical cause? He was never good with geology. The universe was easy to understand, but the world was hard.
“Decadin.”
He jumped a little, turned to see Noof, a silhouette lit from behind by the suppression tower's glow.
Noof looked down. “Sorry. You want to activate it? Everything’s cleared for safety, power’s linked up." He raised a hand toward the tower. "Just needs someone to hit the button.” His arm falls back against his side with a muted clap against his leg.
“No thanks, getting a little sick of it.” Decadin smiled and recalled last week's ceremony. Big crowd, everyone insisted he do it, and he couldn’t refuse. No such pressure in the remote starlight. “You’re the manager, you put all your talent in this.” He turned his face back to the geysers. ”It’s your baby, not mine."
“Suit yourself, boss,” the manager said and trudged back to the tower. Decadin had no authority over Noof and hadn’t spoken to him before today. He only remembered the guy’s name because it was so funny. Wojpierians were a strange lot, but the acolyte would never deny they’ve gotten by despite those oddities and come out with a certain can-do character. Useful. Something a lot of Ascendants could learn from.
Three of the geysers burst at once, releasing their plumes into the air. The liquid fell back to the earth, the gas diffused into the mountain wind. Of course an Aethereal engineer would think magic was involved in everything unexplained, but... maybe. Maybe the holes in the mountains were eroded by ancient mana jetting up from the rock? Maybe new mana was still appearing down there, trying to escape. Hitting a mass of subterranean water with enough force to send some flying up, heating it in the process. Quite possible for beam mana to move through rock without physical reaction but still collide with liquid water.
Pressure gripped the acolyte's head as the suppression tower booted up, giving off a hum too low to hear and a whine too high for the human ear to register. It locked onto the mana-repelling aura from another tower many miles away, and duplicated it. A spherical barrier like permeable glass expanded out from the newest structure. Nausea wrenched the engineer's stomach and as the barrier washed over him, forcing ambient mana out of his body. Though the feeling vanished as fast as it came, dread lingered.
He didn't notice the red tint in the air until the suppression aura negated it. Decadin stared at the geysers while distant engineers double-checked the tower's functions, and his ear picked out isolated bits of lingo from his own whitepapers.
Seven minutes passed, and the Fountain showed no sign of life.
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Yaldev is a sci-fantasy worldbuilding project by Ulysses Maurer, with art by Beeple. By looking at narratives, stylized loredumps, bad poetry and little details, we'll witness the story of a planet filled with magical power, the nation which tried to conquer it, this empire’s dramatic collapse and the new world which emerged in its wake. Along the way we'll meet the characters who live here, and we'll explore questions about nationalism, rationalism, the natural world and the quest to master it. For all stories in chronological order, check out the pinned posts at r/Yaldev!
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chocoenvy · 3 years ago
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Howdy, first ask I've ever sent, it's more of a brainrot than anything that I'd like to share.
It takes place in the villain au, and it's sort of like if the MC just became a ghost after they died and wander Teyvat as a spirit. They're just like a Ghostbur situation for those who get the reference. Their eyes are white, they're wearing muted pastel clothing, and there's just a slash across their chest dripping gold and adorning their head is a crown of flowers. The former fearful look of any acolyte is replaced with one of wonder, one of undying kindness, everything that had been drained from alive MC. Of course, this also plays into someone finding them and seeing the ethereal way they look and knowing that they were their god.
Of course, ghost MC, being friendly as they are, let themselves be guided to the ones who actually killed them. Likely one of the archons, and waved to them saying "Hello! I remember you!" with a soft smile on their face. The archon actually asked who dared to raise their weapons at you, of course, referring to the eternally bleeding wound on your chest and you chipperly answer,
"Oh! That was you, you stabbed me, remember?"
They say it in a way that a child would admit a truth, something they didn't know was supposed to be horrifying. And that just kind of lead to a whole bunch of woefully tearful subjects who apologize, but what hurts more is not the pain of hurting their god, but their god's response.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I mean, alive me must have been very bad, or else you wouldn't have killed them. So don't cry."
But yeah, have fun with this.
!! I would reccomend listening to the Inazuma soundtrack while reading this !!
I'm sorry I took a long time to do this, but I'm kinda glad I did because I don't think I would've been able to do this justice if I had done this earlier. It was such a nice concept to write thank you for this, it got my heart to do the fuzzies.
Hauntings Long Forgiven:
warnings: death, cult behaviors, angst to comfort (kinda), ghost reader,
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The air of Narukami was electrically peacful, a light buzz to the ever stagnant nation of Inazuma. The shrine, in particular, was a place of soft tranquility. Few lives buzzing around and yet not enough to fully disturb you. The tree, in the shape of a fox, was a particularly fond spot of yours to laze from. Watching the bustle of quiet daily life of the shrine maidens.
Especially Yae Miko. She was so odd.
Everyday her, and a multitude of people, would gather in front of the tree. They'd pray and whisper apologies, leaving little gitfs behind.
You, in your curiosity, would float down from the tree, whisps of your form going to look at the items. You heard every prayer and apology, no matter how quiet.
Please, I need my job back.
I want to see my children more often.
I want everything to be alright.
What struck you was Yae Miko's prayers. Her's were more ferverant and frequent.
I want Inazuma to be okay.
I want you to be here so she can get out of her own head.
So Ei will be okay.
You knew that name, the person's imagery in your mind was fresh and you'd never be able to forget her. But Yae Miko... cared so much for her. It caused your no longer beating heart to ache.
One night, Yae Miko had left an offering next to the Sacred Sakura once more, but this time she was with her.
Ei, not the shogun, Ei, was with her. Her usual demanding and lightning striking demeanor was gone with the flash of lightning. In it's place was burnt embers being put out by the rain. Her shoulders were slumped and she held an item in her hands. Curiously, you leaned down from one of the branches on the tree to see what they were putting down.
You squinted your eyes and finally caught onto what was being placed at the foot of the tree.
You floated down to the foot of the tree, whisps of your form catching on the moonlight. You gently touched what she had left, your hand unable to feel the soft fabric of your beanie.
You heard their prayers as they muttered it, you sat in front of them, your beanie in between you and the two women.
Please, your grace, help Inazuma proseper.
Their whispers rang clearly in your mind and you longingly touched your beanie.
This is the piece of clothing of the imposter. They said in their prayer, We shall destory it so that nothing is left from them.
You blinked. Imposter. The word left a bitter taste in your mouth and caused you to shudder.
The women opened their eyes and sat up from their praying, only to gasp as they saw your ethereal form staring at the piece of clothing longingly.
There were stars glowing in your all white eyes, a golden glow to your form and a wreath of flowers from all over Teyvat adorned your hair. Stars and constellations played in your eyes and around your form. Faint, but Yae Miko and Ei could almost see their own constellations dancing around your pastel ghostly form.
"Y-your grace?" Ei choked out, both shock and wonder painting both her and Yae Miko's faces at your ghostly beautiful form.
"You're dead?" Yae asked urgently, fear swirling in her eyes as she searched your form. Her eyes lingering on your neck and how it looked... off.
You hummed, prying your eyes away from your beanie, "Yes, I am dead. I'm now a ghost." You smiled politely.
"Who- who dared to kill you?" Ei demanded, sparks of electro sparking the air around her.
You giggled lightheartedly, "Who killed me? It was you don't you remember?" The shock, hurt, and panic that painted their faces confused you a bit. "You don't?" You turned and pointed up to the branch of the Sacred Sakura you usually lazed on, "That branch riiiiight there! You, Ei, were the one to give the order to have me hanged from there!" You turned back around with a smile, "Remember now?"
A choked sob escaped her throat and Yae covered her mouth with her hand. She placed one hand on Ei's back but that was the extent of the comfort she could offer as the truth sunk in.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry." She started murmuring, her forehead on the floor as she shook.
"Ah!" You panicked and waved your hands dissmissively, "Hey hey! Don't worry! Get up, please Ei. I'm sure I must've done something awful while I was alive to have made you kill me! A public execution as well!" You frowned, "It's fine, I understand if I was a criminal or something. There were so many people to watch my death as well... so I must've been a really awful person."
Sadness swam in your hollow white eyes, Yae and Ei both saw how upset you were for being such an "awful person" while you were alive. Their hearts felt like they were crushed into a billion pieces and scattered with the wind and thrown in the ocean just like your body was when they had killed you. So that even if they wished to go retrieve it they could never find all of the remains.
"No- your grace," Yae desperately reached out for you only for your form to dissapear. She jerked her hand back and your form reappeared. She frowned, "Your grace, you were an amazing person. It was us who unjustly killed you." Tears streamed down her face.
Ei couldn't even speak.
You shook your head, "No need to be apologetic now that I'm here to haunt you." You chuckled though a tint of sadness shaded your voice, "But, I must ask, who is this 'your grace' you two keep refering to?"
Their hearts thudded dreadfully, "It's... it's you, your grace." Ei responded through her tears streaking her face, "We killed you because we assumed you were an imposter. It was wrong of us, we've wronged you, we're so sorry. Please, punish us as you see fit." She got back down on the ground, her forehead pressed against the wood of the platform.
You frowned, "This god I was killed for? Is actually me?" A sick smile tugged at your lips, "Ha, haha! Please don't try and make me feel better. I understand it's hard to face the dead but- but even though I'm a ghost-" you started to choke up on your words, tears pricking the backs of your eyes, "I don't have any wish for- for harm on any of you! I don't wish to reenact revenge-" Tears spilled from your eyes, stars and comets falling from the constellations in your empty orbs.
The two continued to whisper their apologies to you as the thing you tried to avoid became evidently clear in your mind.
You were unjustly killed. You were not an imposter, through and through.
"But it's too late." You sobbed, "I'm dead." You smiled shakily, even through the tears your eyes shone with love as you gently raised Yae's and Ei's heads with your cold ghostly hands, "But, I still love you two and all of Teyvat. They shall prosper so long as my spirit festers. In the afterlife and when I am reborn anew, Teyvat shall live long and so shall Inazuma. So long as you preserve my eternity in the next life, the eternity of Teyvat shall remain." You smiled gently, "Do not kill those that look like me. If I lose my love for you, if I lose my love for Teyvat..." You gaze went downcast, a frown tugging at your lips, "I do not want to imagine what will happen. But," You gently cupped their faces with your hands, the only thing they felt was a cold presense, and you felt nothing, "For now, I love both of you and all of Teyvat will my whole heart."
Gently, you kissed each of their foreheads, an icy cold kiss they could barely feel, but one they'd ingrain into their memory. "Next time, take care of me, and I'll take care of Teyvat." You smiled, stars falling from your eyes as the moon and stars began to gently take bits of your soul up to celestia. You noticed your rapidly dissipating form and waved to them, as though they hadn't killed you, as though you were friends, as though they deserved to be loved by you, "See you next time!"
"Your grace," They reached out to you, their hands touching nothing.
You were gone, but you had made a promise with them. They planned to upkeep it.
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kagakuoniryu · 2 years ago
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Hello, I hope you are having a lovely day 🌼
I have a request (headcanons) for Aphelios, Kayn and Sett, as husbands.
Thank you very, very, very much, I like the way you write <3
Synopsis :
League men as husbands
Characters :
Kayn
Sett
Aphelios
Type :
Headcanon
Warning :
None
A/N :
I'm truly sorry for everyone who wants multiple characters for their request when I choose only one to write about, I'm going to play favoritr here, these men have been at some point my league crush (only kayn stayed, he is the best) so I wanted to write about the 3 of them as husband and couldn't choose...
And I often forget it in my A/N but thank you to everyone who complement my writings and who wish me good days etc, it's always pleasing to read <3, as always since I'm catching up with the request, hope it won't prevent you from liking the headcanons!
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Kayn :
I don't know if the order of shadow accept among them people who aren't acolyte but like partner anf s/o of an acolyte
If that's the case then kayn will use this to make you install with him among the order
Or else he'll buy his own house not far from the order where both of you will live together when he isn't in a mission or at the temple
He did a lot of mission by himself so he know the basics of cooking
But he can't clean for the life of him, even rhaast, if you don't clean rhaast yourself rhaast will stay your floor with blood
He can and will pout if you don't want to take a bath with him to relax when he go home
You're one of the few person outside his mission who know when he go, where and when he'll come back
When he is out on a mission he'll send you letter via birds
He don't actively seek a family with children but won't mind having one or two
If you find an orphan needing a shelter Kayn won't think twice before adopting them, at some point he was an orphan too, and without master zed he would probably ended up dead, that's his way to help someone too
If his s/o is fem aligned and get pregnant by accident he'll treat them as porcelain
Again even if the child is an accident he'll welcome them, the same way he can't let an orphan on the street, he won't let his own child become one
Wether or not the potential child is adopted he will love them a lot and train them so they can survive once they're grown up too
Coming back to husband kayn
When he comes home he'll probably going to sleep whenever, the couch? Great! The bed? Awesome! His s/o laps? He is almost running for it!
Outside of the house PDA happens but is limited with hand holding or light kiss on the cheek/forehead ; ionia is a traditional place plus since kayn is part of the shadow order he need to put up a though facade
But once it's just the two of you he is glued to you
Even when the both of you fight, he don't like being mad at you, so when itns time for bed he suggest that at list you hold hands with him, just making sure you're still with him
In the case you live in the order with him he introduce you as his husband/wife to the other acolyte
And you swore on your own life you're never telling kayn this but the way Kayn told Zed the two of you were married looked like a son presenting his partner to his father
The order can be like a family for a lot of people, kayn is one of them, and he is glad you've become a member of his family too
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Aphelios :
I'm sorry for you but this man was already a mess for the proposal AND the wedding
He can't process the fact that you're going to be his
The day of the wedding he didn't take his medicine which made him mute so he could talk to you during the whole day
Even if Alune isn't physically with you you swore she is with both of you to protect the both of you and your marriage
Aphelios and you have your own language based on hand sign to talk to each other daily without your voice
Your home is unsurprisingly very quiet
He is a very domestic man, he cook, he clean when you come back from your day he already have a bath ready for you and join you from time to time
He'll not let his mission against the solari go between the two of you but sometimes he can't help it, coming late, not coming back for a few days or even coming back drenched in blood, he don't do it because he likes it but because that's his duty
However when he can he'll tell you when he comes back and when his departure is
He is so sweet too, always peppering your face with kiss and hugs when you're together
He want a family, if he can even twins, a boy and a girl, but he won't raise them the same way he was becaude in the end, before meeting you, when alune were gone, he felt terribly alone
Fight rarely happen at all, when they are he either try to communicate each other point of you to resolve it before bed, or if it can't be resolved before bed he'll spoon you and gather all his strength in his voice to go through the poison in his system and tell you he is sorry
His voice is barely audible and seems very tired but you heard it crystal clear
Even if he know it probably will never happen his dream life would be you, him, your children, adopted or not, in a little house among a lunari village at Targon
But to make this dream true he'll have to make sure you guys, and all the lunari will remain safe from the solari oppression
And only him is able to do that for now
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Sett :
He may be a pit fighter and somewhat of a brute his mother raised him very well
Cooking, cleaning, she made sure that if anything were to happen to her and she wouldn't be able to take care of sett anymore he would be able to take care of his own house by himself
When he decided he wanted to marry you he organized himself a dinner with you and his mother, at the end of dinner when you were heading back to your house sett asked his mom what she honestly thought of you, because he was thinking of marrying you
The whole relationship depended on that question, for Sett it was inconceivable to marry someone his mother didn't approuve of, but you were lovely and well behaved so she gave both of you her blessing
Next time Sett took you out for dinner he already had a ring with him a whole cake were supposed to be served as dessert with written on it "will you marry me" and that's when he was supposed to make his proposal, which of course you said yes
Now that Sett is going to be married he wanted you guys to have your own house instead of going to his mom's place since he lived with her or going to yours, with his wealth earned from the pit he bought a almost too luxurious house near his mother's home so he could still be close to her
As stated previously he can help a lot with the chores, and he will
You feel a bit tired? He is running a bath and in a hour dinner will be ready, how does that sound?
He make an effort to be sure to at least come home early and treat you to go somewhere once a week, and another time per week he come home early to have dinner with you and his mother
You mother in law is the sweetest woman ever, you have allergies but she want to make that dish with what's your allergic in it? She is either taking it off for the recipe if possible or straight up cook you another meal altogether
She know by heart your favorite food and she'll be damned if when you come back from dinner at her place you don't come back with some
Usually during dinner Sett sit after you because he bring your chair close to the table as a gentleman should, and if he can he hold your hand during the entire meal
Sett also like to shower you with gift, you're his wife, a member of his family, and you know what he does with his family (except for his dad)? He spoil them rotten ; he know you're not with him for money but he love to see you in these ionian silk outfits
Just like Kayn he grew up without a father and that affected him for a good part of his life, so if he saw an orphan and his s/o and him where talking about having children, he probably wouldn't be opposed to shelter them or maybe even adopting them if the cohabitation goes well
And if his s/o is fem aligned and get pregnant by accident he isn't going to run away like his father did, truth be told he lay even look forward to see if his kid is going to have tiny vastayan ears like he did when younger
The last thing I could say because I can go on and on about Sett as a husband is that now you're granted to come and go to the pit as you please, you need a rest during the day and the pit is nearby? Why don't you come to say hi to your lovely husband, he miss you, you know?
A very good and competent husband altogether
~hope you'll like it~
🌸Request are open🌸
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il-mostrc · 4 months ago
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Most of Lecter's memories were buried in the past, much like the gathering storm forcing many to take to the shelter of their warm homes. That winter, there was no warmth and very little shelter to protect the mind from the horrors created. The memory palace served to hold the many doors that were forever shut by a locked latch. Fragments lay behind it, static images in some, and screams echo off the darkness of the disjointed pictures. This was a room he did not visit. This was a room that was forbidden and left in the hot darkness of his mind.
"'Anniba sing 'Das Mannlein'!"
A small child's voice can be heard. 'Ein Mannlein steht im Walde ganz still und stumm... Es hat von lauter Purpur ein Mantlein um...'
Those echoes were the loudest and often revisited in his dreams. It was rare, but the winter months always brought on the emergence of these faint, child-like voices. He knows the chorus is his voice paired with another, a chilling duet that sends shivers down his spine.
Hannibal's records were on display for anyone to research. His academics were highly praised, his articles became popular in the Clinical Psychiatry area of expertise. Students and acolytes praise his work. If one looked for the last name Lecter, a rare name in the States, he would appear at the top of the list. It wasn't any wonder that she had found him somehow here on the coast.
He felt restless tonight. An odd sensation caused him to grab his jacket; opening the door, he was greeted by a young woman seated on one of his couches. "Hello." A slight frown; he was sure there were no other patients for the evening. "... Do you have an appointment?" It had been far too long with muted images of his past to allow for his brain to connect with the figure of a woman who had faded before his eyes long ago.
Mischa was dead. He had buried her. If not with her corporal figure but with a spiritual one.
The air was crisp, difficult to breathe from the chilliness as she made sure to tuck her lips and nose into the warmth of her jacket. Snow descended from the skies above, overlaying the ground with even more white layers. For a moment she lifted her head, her eyes looking up to the sky, moments before a flake landed on her eyelashes causing her to blink it away. The love-hate association she had with Winter was complicated, to say the least, on one end it was beautiful, especially here. On the other end, her lungs weren't as good as they could be, it brought forth difficulty breathing- a nasty cough, and undesirable memories.
A gust of wind picked up, running across the bare skin exposed at her wrist before she quickly pressed her hands into her pockets.
"We eat or we die."
She shuddered, but quickly pushed the voice away. That wasn't why she was here, ironically being she stood at the office of a well-known psychiatrist, one she had spent many years looking for and finally, she had found him. Excitement prickled at her body with a sense of nervousness. It was time to get inside, wait, and hope to meet this Doctor Lecter. She listened to the sound of snow crunching beneath her boots as she made her way for the door.
Mischa found herself standing in front of the door with it slightly opened, seeing a waiting room empty, yet, she found herself hesitating. _Go inside!_ Her mind urged her. And with another push, she stepped inside. She wasn't aware of his schedule, what time he saw patients, which ones skipped, and left him time to himself. She brought her hands out of her pockets to rub together while she looked for a receptionist, hoping to find out a good time to come back if now wasn't the time. Yet, she saw nobody. It would be rude to disturb him if he was in the middle of a session even though every ounce of her body shrieked at her to go find him. He would understand. But at the same time, she felt she could wait a little longer. This was worth the wait.
After all, for the longest time she thought her brother to be dead, yet as she got older, the memory of him hoped for holes in that tragedy, if she escaped… maybe so had he. She softly sighed before moving to take a seat closest to the door.
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vilithshaven · 3 years ago
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What would happen to Teyvat when the Creator die? I want to know your interpretation of it because that La Signora and Dottore was amazing work.
La Signora Pt. 2
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Warnings: character death, end of the world scenario
Fun Fact! Ever since writing the Signora idea down and publishing it on the blog, I've had an idea on what would happen after.
I originally wanted to write a oneshot like I did with Dottore's part 2, but I'm still a bit down from the exhaustion and headache yesterday, so I'm going with the same style as I did for the first part.
Hope you enjoy <3
-Lilith
Tagging people who might like this: @nicebonescomrade; @gunterdon; @potatodumbass; @thai
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There are no big changes to the world. The animals and Hilichurls are more ruthless and less happy, as if someone's presence from the world was suddenly missing. They used to dance and sing and chirp and bark happily all around Teyvat. But suddenly it all stopped. All the acolytes who are a different race (so, Kokomi, Klee, Sucrose, the lot) and the Abyss also feel it. They all know: something bad had happened to their Creator.
However, none of them feel the changes as bad as Signora. To her, it seems as if the air pressure around her increased; she struggles to breathe, no matter where she goes. Rocks and roots that weren't there before constantly trip her on her way to the Shogun. Birds would fly low in the sky to hit her and boars ran to her instead of away as they usually would. As soon as she reaches Inazuma, she thinks she's safe, but the heaviness in her limbs increases and makes it almost impossible for her to get away from the dogs and cats hissing and growling at her. She is sure they would attack her if it wasn't for the liquid fire running through her veins.
La Signora is glad once she stands in front of the stairs leading up to Tenshukaku, the residence of the Electro Archon. She is just in time for their meeting, too. Her plan to take the Gnosis is flawless; even a delay of a minute would be a hindrance for it.
She glares at the guards at the entrance and takes a step forward; only to crumble to the ground as pain bloomed in her chest. A white light surrounds her body and the pain spread, her mouth opening in a mute scream.
The sudden surge of power and light from the Harbinger alerted not only the Shogun, who had been staring at the black liquid flowing out of cracks in her beloved Creator's statue in the temple she'd built in Tenshukaku. But also Lumine, who'd been on her way to go face to face with the Inazuma's Archon. It is an aura so painfully familiar that she hastens her pace, running through the city with no care for the Shogunate guards shouting at her.
Both the Shogun and Lumine come to a halt on opposite sides of the Harbinger, who is clawing at the ground and trying to shake off whatever it is that surrounds her.
"What...have you done?", Lumine asks in horror, although her heart already knows the answer. The cracked statues of the Creator in the city and their citizens crying out in fervor. The pressure in the air, so vastly different from its usual static.
La Signora gasps, a mad grin growing on her face. She barely hears the Traveller through the ringing in her ears. "Got rid...of a pest."
"Is that what you call your god these days?"
The voice that comes out of nowhere is neither female nor male. Neither light nor darkness. It echoes around them, multiplying until a chorus rings in their ears. The Shogunate guards are the first to kneel or bow down. Lumine falls to her knees next. The Shogun, too, finds herself losing control of her body, muscles seizing up and forcing her to stand still.
More light appears hovering in the air above Signora as it slowly forms a body. It has no distinct features, the outlines rough and moving as if it couldn't decide what it wants to be. It is painful for their eyes and all but Lumine and the Shogun avert them, the last two too entranced by the galactic eyes staring back at them.
"Is it...is it really you, Your Grace?", the female Traveller speaks up, lips shaking. Her heart beats at an erratic pace, eager to burst out of her chest and be handed over to the diving being in front of her. The one who had guided her to Inazuma all along, their warm presence a blessing and a light in the darkest of times. And here you are, finally.
The displeasure evident in those otherworldly eyes fades a bit as you turn to her. She is sure she would have been graced with a smile if you had possessed a face. "My dearest Lumine, it is so good to see you", you coo, floating down to her. You take her face in your hands and watch as she all but melts into you. "I wish we had met earlier, when I still possessed that human body."
"Human...body? But...no. Don't tell me..."
The Shogun's voice brings you out of your moment of peace and your gaze darkens. You glare at the puppet. "I do not wish to speak to a Puppet", you hiss. A light arrow shoots through the Shogun's body and disperses as Ei is forced out of her Planes. She didn't even have a second to react, it all had happened so fast. She blinks several times, confused as she takes in her surroundings. "This is not..."
"No, it isn't your Planes of Euthymia. It's the real Inazuma as you can see." Your voice is cold and the chorus of it grows stronger. Ei whinces, a hand coming up to rub at her head. She stops mid-motion, mouth falling open as she finally understands what she is seeing. "Your...Your Grace? Oh. Oh no, I'm so sorry."
She continues mumbling apologies and useless explanations for why she hadn't come out earlier as she quickly gets onto her knees and bows low, her forehead touching the ground. You are about to chastise her yet again, but Lumine's hands come up to cover your own as she snuggles her face into your touch, a happy sigh escaping her lips. Your chuckle rings through the air. More Inazumans are coming up the hill to Tenshukaku, curious to see what is going on. And one by one, they, too, kneel to you.
A long time ago you would have been pleased by this clear sign of devotion. However those times have long since passed and your recent adventures, or rather...their recent actions had soured your mood greatly.
You let go of Lumine and float back to the Harbinger, determined to do what you've come here for. The Harbinger who still struggles against your holy light holding her down and bringing her pain. "There's only one punishment befitting of you...and that is death. You realized who I am, even saw your true purpose...yet you still killed me."
Gasps could be heard from the crowd at your back and Lumine's anger fuels your own.
Signora growled at you, even as her mask slips off her face and reveals the burning marks she'd received after infusing herself with liquid fire. "And even now I don't regret it. You want to kill me? Then do it! You made my life hell. Killing you and ridding you off this world was the least I could do."
Her audacity almost makes you laugh.
"Oh, you think you'll be granted a simple death? No no, that wouldn't do. Not at all." The stars in your eyes start moving until they show the Harbinger the face of her loved one. "After your death, your soul will be stuck in an ever-lasting limbo. You'll be forced to watch your loved one die, over and over again. But not only that. He'll shun you. He'll hate you...he'll be the embodiment of your own hate towards me. A fitting punishment, is it not?", you mused.
And true to your words, you do what you've foretold her. Signora didn't even get a chance to redeem herself. A single flick of your hand, no words spoken, and her body turned to ashes in front of them.
"And now that this is done...Ei."
"Yes, Your Grace?" Eager to please, as always, Ei looks up at you with adoring eyes. It seems she is unaware of the deeds of her puppet and her citizens. It's a shame.
"Why have you forsaken me?"
The silence is palpable. Only Lumine understands. Lumine, your first vessel. The one you've watched for a long time, even if she wasn't created by you. Lumine who knew from the beginning that there never was an Imposter. It was you all along.
"I'm sorry, Your Grace. I...I do not understand", Ei stutters. A shiver runs down her spine at the foreboding feeling in her chest.
You turn away from her and to your beloved Traveller, motioning her to explain. And she gladly does.
"The Imposter all of Teyvat has been looking for and hunting down...it was our Creator all along", she says, her eyes firm and sad. Sad for you because your own creation did such horrible things to you.
"I still don't understand. Imposter? Your death? A hunt?"
You hum in affirmation, still not turning to the Electro Archon. "You can't even see what your own puppet has been doing...I really should have never given you the title of Archon."
The Inazumans could only watch as the Electro Archon is stripped of her powers and title. Purple mixes with white, turning your body violet for a moment before it fades.
The next time you speak, your voice is heard all around Teyvat. Even the Abyss hears you speak, for your voice is the wind, the people of Teyvat. It is everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
"I gave you a chance to welcome me as a human being just like you. No memories, no powers. Just a human me. And what did you do? You proclaimed me an Imposter. You hunted me down like a wild animal. You hurt me, tortured me, brought me close to death several times. From today on, for a whole year, calamities will wash over Teyvat. Stronger and more disastrous than ever. Not even your Archons will be able to safe you anymore. Should you survive, you may try and regain my favor and love. Should you be dead...well, I'm sure that the Abyss, or as you once called it Khaenri'ah is sure to take your place. For they will be the only ones safe. They showed me care and welcomed me. They knew me even like that. And so they get to watch as this world becomes a living hell."
And you stand true to your words. Kaeya, Albedo, Dainsleif and the Twins. All those and some more who had shown you mercy watch from the former island of Khaenri'ah as your power slowly destroys the world you've created.
Maybe they should have been sad.
But you stay with them during that whole year and give them your attention and love, and they fully indulge in it, deaf to the screams and cries of the other regions.
Their Creator has chosen them to live on. And so they will make sure that nothing like this ever happens again, should you grant them with your human presence. They'll be your true acolytes and your knights, now and for all of eternity.
Even the Twins, the only ones in Teyvat who weren't created by you, honor you and pray to you. They cease their travelling to stay by your side.
Sometimes the Followers of the Star wonder how it is that the world wasn't destroyed with your death and you are aware of those questions lingering in their head.
As if you, the God of all gods, were stupid enough to bind the existence of your creation to a weak and fragile physical body. Oh lovelies, no.
For as long as your transcendental soul exists, your creations shall, too.
An eternal paradise, if your wrath isn't evoked again. Maybe next time, none shall live to see the future.
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sleepygenie-o · 3 years ago
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UNDERVERSE X GENSHIN SAGAU, IMPOSTOR AU
So we all know the sanses right? Self aware and stuff including some of the frisks and humans here and there in the mix.. even papyruses--
So what if your one of the humans who were self aware? That and you had the ability to travel to different universes without the aid of people who can already do that? (i.e: Ink, Error, Nightmare, etc) Also having similar powers to them such as regeneration, Determination, etc its your choice ^^
(THERE WILL BE NO MAJOR SPOILERS TO THE UNDERVERS AS 1. Im kinda dumb and cant keep up with the lore rn and 2. I dont know if im caught up with the episodes)
Warning! There are insults to the reader, some blood here and there, death (not to descriptive but it's still death) swears i will be censoring(edit, apparently i did not put swears. well good to be safe i guess--?), and maybe some torture...?
Your someone who got involved with this war and in an attempt to get out of it, you end up in a much, much worse situation..
"IMPOSTOR!"
"You have committed a grave sin Their grace will never forgive.."
"SINNER"
"HERETIC"
"You do not belong here"
"Die."
From the amount of times you've died and came back, you just laugh at everyone's attempts to hurt you and get under your skin. Literally. They have tried to skin you alive but you were able to get a hold of one of the weapons and kill yourself in the process.
You made it your personal goal to NEVER let them kill you, if you are ever, ever at the brink of death, YOU must be the cause. You won't give them the satisfaction of killing you themself.
Very few helped you, the children hid you, Kaeya would give you supplies, Albedo let you rest in his camp, Dainsleif and the travelers would keep you company time to time. Bennet, Razor and Fischl didn't really care if you were an impostor and hanged out with you!
In short only Benny's adventure trio, the children, and the Khaenri'ahns (i spelt that wrong didn't i?) helped you.
Genshin was a game you loved so much, but now it was nothing but crumbs to you. You soon found a way to take their stuff away so you did just that.
Their weapons, their artifacts, stripped away from them.
They think this is punishment for not getting the "impostor", so they try harder, waiting for the time they get their stuff back in the meantime.
But it never comes.
Yet they never noticed.
Soon, during one of the chases you find a... very familiar ink puddle....
Your acolytes, thinking it's a ditch, chase you to it. Which is something you use to your advantage. Calling upon the person who opened your eyes to the multiverse.
"INK!!"
"*huh...WAIT A SECOND KID, YOU WERE HERE?!"
Quickly using some of your abilities, you knock down the acolytes to make sure they dont follow you and your friend.
But Lisa, who was chasing you, has put a tracking spell on you so she can see what your doing. (I dont think a spell like that is canon but now it is--/hj)
When the acolytes with her see a 3rd person point of view, they notice something when Ink fusses over your wounds..
"*Kid... these wound look bad, your bleeding gold for g-!... Wait your bleeding GOLD?!?!"
The acolytes have made a mistake. Not wanting to watch any further, Lisa stops the spell. Reporting everything to Jean. And word spreads.
Soon the offerings, sacrifices, the everything in your name is upped ten fold. All In attempts to gain forgiveness. So many things flood into your inbox while playing the game, simply staring at the place Ink found you. You simply deleted the message. You didnt need what they had.
The acolytes were panicking, were you not satisfied?! Before anything happens, Albedo and Lisa bring them over to show what they see from the spell Lisa still has on you.
"Hey Dream!"
"Oh, heya! Did you need anything?"
"Well Cross texted saying he had a message for ya, is your phone on mute or something?" (Who was "Cross", and who is this.. "Dream" you're talking to? Lesser gods maybe? Was what the acolytes thought)
"OH SHOOT! I MUSTVE FORGOTTEN IT AT BLUE'S HOUSE!"
"...Uhh why are you panicking..? The 2 people who live there are aware of your existence it'll be fine" (..So this "Blue" must be a trusted mortal of their grace..! The acolytes were shocked, how long did you trust them?)
"Ok... you better be right. Also did you try the game i recommended?"
"You mean that childish cookie game?"
"It's not childish!"
"Mhm, ok ok I'll get it, I'll get it. What was the name of the app?"
"Cookie run Kingdom!"
"Ok... oh shoot."
"What's wrong?"
"I don't have space.."
"Maybe delete that one game, the one that was scaring you and giving you nightmares? What was it's name...." (Just what were you 2 talking about? The acolytes stared in confusion)
"Genshin Impact..?"
"Yeah! That one! Just delete that and get cookie run." (Genshin what now? And cookie... huh? Albedo and Lisa, didn't like the sound of that)
"Ok, ok, welp, Bye to Teyvat ig- I'll get it next time when I'm over my fear for it now"
The acolytes' eyes widened, they were going to be erased! They need to find a way to appease you. Now! Until..
"Hey Dream, is there a way to bring the kids of Teyvat here? Including these people?" You asked the positive guardian, showing him the people you wished to save.
"It's possible. I'll get ink to try, if you feel comfy to do so you could come with him!"
"Sure sure, ill do that"
Now they could only hope you would bring them with you. But it would be nothing but fantasy to the true heretics
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victoria1676 · 3 years ago
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IM BACK FROM MY SCHOOL WORKS
Imagine Chat asking reader for cursed replies, like how chat asks Phil for a cursed borth. Or chat just talks like tts
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Chat: I hope the acolytes aren't bothering you less than 3
Reader:Awee thx mate
Acolytes: what the fuck does less than three mean??
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Chat: It's me and My Twin Sibling's birthday today can we have a cursed Borth
Instead of a soundboard it's just reader
Reader: fuck I don't think anyone has asked me for a borth since I came here....anyways *Ahem* BORTHHhhhhhh~~~
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Chat: Oh no I'm drowning I'm drown- glglglglglglglglglglglglglglglgl—
Reader: Jesus Christ....GOD I WISH I CAN MUTE YOU AGAIN
Currently studying for my finals so hopefully you got some rest from school XD
Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if reader's chat is like Philza's considering both of them are tormented with annoying chatting lovable crows that they are attached to but denies it.
Ah yes this actually will happen whenever the chat says random shit and only reader understands them while the acolytes look at her and the chat like this 🧍‍♀️in sheer confusion 😭😭😂😂 I wouldn't be surprised if the chat speak random shit and reader understands them and talks back at them randomly or boredly 🤣🤣
Instead of soundboard reader would pull out a mic to say that HAHAHAHHAAHHAHA it's gonna be loud and you could see birds flying off as reader tries to fix the mics volume 😂😂😂
Snort reader would actually looked at her chat who is acting like drown with the face that says 'Where the hell did come from and why are you in my chat when that supposedly to be Philza's style' but she would actually chuckle at the chaos her crows are doing to her 😂😂
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arcanaaa · 1 year ago
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BLUE PEGASUS WAS NOT HER FIRST CHOICE FOR STOPPING TO RESUPPLY HER PACK AND REST FOR THE JOURNEY BACK HOME, BUT IT WAS WHERE HER DESTINATION LANDED HER REGARDLESS. Cana could say honestly that the reputation Blue Pegasus wielded was...different from her own guild, yet this did not detract from the merit and respect they held within the magic community. The mages she observed from her seat at the bar were indeed powerful and were certainly deserving of the acolytes they earned...
But it was hard to keep this fact in mind when their members were so... flamboyant. Which was funny considering her own experience within Fairy Tail, people would likely say the same about her guild (and to some extent, perhaps they were right). The atmosphere was muted and refined, yet she felt like she stepped inside a fairy tale (hah!) where the walls glittered and dazzled all who wandered within its halls. Blue Pegasus held a certain charm to it, and none quite exuded the most charisma than the man who joined beside her seat.
❝ Me? Oh, ❞ Cana chuckled. ❝ Just stoppin' to rest and relax from a job. Y'know how it is. ❞
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HIS ASSESSMENT OF HER AFFILIATION WAS HARD TO DENY WHILE HER GUILD TATTOO SHOWED PROUDLY UPON HER FLESH. But his question brought a pang to her chest that she was steadily in the process of drowning out with the bottle of alcohol Master Bob had generously ( and perhaps with a note of sympathy ) provided for her. The Master merely smiled when she had requested a room and a bottle for the night before she paid her tab. One bottle would not be enough, but it would at least jumpstart the process of oblivion the Seer sought. Whether Master Bob could see her heartache was a question she would never ask, but the appearance of the attractive-looking gentleman before her provided Cana her exactly what she was looking for-- a diversion and, quite possibly, comfort.
❝ Yeah you could say that...though, now that you mention it... ❞ the Seer drawled out lazily with a coy quirk of her mouth. ❝ I was told that members of Blue Pegasus were the best at providing a girl a good time... ❞ She let her statement sit between them, her eyes locking with his while slowly tipping her bottle back for a long swallow. ❝ But 'm not really lookin' to be wined and dined. 'm mostly just looking for...a distraction... until I head back to Fairy Tail, so, maybe you can point me in the right direction, Mr...? ❞
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❛ What's a pretty little Fairy all the way out here for? ❜
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He'd cling his glass with the neck of her bottle in hand. Her outspoken ruckus, and charming demeanor was simple to determine the kind of people she associated with. Fairy Tail had a reputation, but what gave it away was the guild mark rest beautifully upon her hip. Can't blame a man for staring, especially when she wasn't shy to expose it. But, he would remain respectful nonetheless, no women deserved to be an object of desire without their consent. Yet, he was bold enough to approach @arcanaaa.
❛ You're pretty far from home. ❜
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darkpurpledawn · 2 years ago
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What would you like to see on a poison ivy live action movie?
This is a GREAT question, so sorry for taking a million years to get to it!
Personally, I don’t have many thoughts on plot, but I have lots of opinions on tone and style. I would love to see an Ivy movie in which she triumphs at the end and is happy (by getting revenge on people who harmed her and the earth) but becomes quite obviously less human (by realizing her full plant powers and becoming estranged from the humans in her life). In my dreams, the movie would begin after her acquisition of plant powers and would read as deeply ambiguous whether you’ve just witnessed her ascent or her downfall.
I would have the film start with relatively muted colors and get more and more saturated and colorful and visually complex as it goes on, as if we’re able to see how much richer Ivy’s world is as she becomes more connected to the Green, and how drab ordinary people look in comparison. 
(If somehow I became supreme dictator of Warner Bros I would outlaw pretty much all non-practical effects and use a ton of time-lapse photography of plants growing, because nothing ruins a fantasy movie faster than generic looking CGI magic…but that seems super unlikely to happen in real life.)
Although I’d love to see Harley and Ivy together onscreen, I think it would be ideal to have Ivy’s first film not include Harley, especially given how much screentime Harley got in Birds of Prey relative to all the other characters–she’s deservedly popular but I think DC has a tendency (which to be fair they seem to be keeping in check quite well for the Poison Ivy solo comic series) to let Harley’s story overwhelm Ivy’s when they appear together.
As an acolyte of Ivycat, I do think they would make an interesting relationship for an Ivy solo movie–perhaps they are together at the beginning and it’s clear Ivy depends more on Selina than Selina on her, and their relationship falls apart with each convinced they’re in the right.
This was such a fun question to consider, thank you!
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brokehorrorfan · 4 years ago
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4K Ultra HD Review: Mad Max
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Much like actors are prone to typecasting, so too are filmmakers often pigeonholed in the genre in which they first find success. When doctor-turned-director George Miller made his propitious debut with 1979's Mad Max and followed it up with two sequels over the next six years, he seemed destined to continue to work in action. Instead, the Australian filmmaker explored comedy (The Witches of Eastwick), drama (Lorenzo's Oil), and family fare (Babe: Pig in the City, Happy Feet) before returning to his roots with Mad Max: Fury Road, earning six Academy Awards.
Miller's skill in the visual medium was apparent from the start with Mad Max. Rather than highlighting Australia's lush landscapes, he and director of photography David Eggby (Pitch Black, Scooby-Doo) show a desolate, muted Melbourne. While it's often overshadowed by the ostentatious, post-apocalyptic dystopia of its sequels, the original film depicts a near-future that takes place prior to - but on the cusp of - the complete collapse of society. Miller and co-writer James McCausland maintain a sliver of normalcy, but an energy crisis has triggered the beginning of the end.
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Mad Max wastes no time getting to the madness, opening with a reckless, high-speed chase in which the unruly gang wreaking havoc on the streets of Australia kills one of the few remaining members of the disheveled police force attempting to uphold the law. Leather-clad lawman Max Rockatansky (a young Mel Gibson) joins the hunt, and it becomes personal when the gang's ringleader, Toecutter (Hugh Keays-Byrne, who also plays the villainous Immortan Joe in Mad Max: Fury Road), targets his wife (Joanne Samuel) and infant son. The rage-filled Max takes his supercharged car and seeks vengeance against the leader and his loyal acolytes.
Mad Max may be tame by today’s standards, particularly when compared to the insanity that would follow in the franchise, but consider the context upon its initial release. This low-budget, independent film from a first-time filmmaker with an inexperienced cast and crew in Australia unexpectedly delivered 93 minutes of the most death-defying stunts committed to celluloid at the time. The cast and crew threw caution to the wind, resulting in a palpable sense of danger, while dramatic elements accentuate the action.
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Mad Max drives onto 4K Ultra HD and Blu-ray from Kino Lorber Studio Classics. It has been restored in 4K from original elements with Dolby Vision High Dynamic Range, resulting in a sharp, vibrant picture that blows the previous Blu-ray releases from Scream Factory and MGM out of the water. Three audio options are available: the original mono Australian track, a 5.1 lossless Australian track (in which the many explosions and crashes sound massive), and the American dub. A slipcover with alternate artwork is included.
Both the 4K UHD and Blu-ray discs include a casual, enjoyable audio commentary by Eggby, art director Jon Dowding, and special effects artist Chris Murray, while the Blu-ray houses the rest of the special features. Most notably, Miller sits down for a new, 30-minute interview about the film and its legacy. It's filmed via video chat due to Covid-19, but it's great to have the director's input, as he was absent from previous editions. He discusses the movie's origins as a contemporary story, being smitten by Gibon's audition, the guerilla filmmaking tactics, and more.
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Scream Factory's 2015 interview featurette with Gibson (who looks back on the film with fondness and honesty), Samuel, and Eggby is ported over, as are two mini-documentaries produced by MGM in 2002: Mad Max: The Film Phenomenon, a 25-minute piece about the movie's impact, and Mel Gibson: Birth of a Superstar, a 16-minute featurette about Gibson’s rise to fame featuring Eggby, actors Piper Laurie (Carrie) and John Jarratt (Wolf Creek), and more. Other extras include a trailer commentary by writer Josh Olson (A History of Violence), two theatrical trailers, three TV spots, and three radio spots.
Mad Max is available now on 4K Ultra HD and Blu-ray via Kino Lorber Studio Classics.
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punkinroses · 4 years ago
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Alright gang I got two rounds of next gen kids done, let's move onto the ones who names I struggled the most with. The previous two posts can be found here and here, showing Zuko and Kataras family, and Sokka and Sukis families, respectively. So, here's the next family on the list:
Taang Kids
Jai Bei Fong is the eldest child of Avatar Aang and Toph Bei Fong. An Earthbender trained in the art of Metalbending by his mother, he has been requested numerous times to take over her school by others. He has simply refuted numrrous times that those running it now are more than capable and prefers to keep to a more minor teaching role in coaching. He has become a Pro Bender instead and has become a part of a very famous team -- and boy does he love to showboat, even if just a little. He does coach minor league and junior teams. He uses a lot of his jovial cockiness for the purpose of getting people to underestimate him and his skills, and to aggravate his opponents to cause them to mess up so he can strike at the perfect time. He has, however, been dealing with a lot of frustration in his own personal life with relationships that never seem to lead anywhere, the struggles of a single father and feeling a responsibility to try and help his family more with his own father gone and them all being...not really about it. Jai is considered the most handsome between him and his brother, with styled black (greying) hair, green eyes and fair skin with his fair share of scarring from fighting. He chooses to wear a lot of darker greens and silvers to match his metal, always wearing a metal cuff with him presented to him from his wife.
Jai lost his wife Reilah a mere few years sgo but it has felt like an eternity without her. She was his biggest supporter in his matches...and a bit of a rival for him, as they had been Pro Benders on separate teams. They always made playful bets on what would happen if one lost -- and one of those times he used to propose to her. He still lost that fight, but she told him that she wouls have said yes regardless. She was mischievous and free spirited, and a little hotheaded. But she was a very formidable Firebender who picked up some tips to better her bending from her in laws. Her career, however, would be cut after she fell ill. Her illness spread slowly and try as they might, there was no permanent solution to heal her and she eventually succumbed to it, breaking his and their daughters hearts. She had short dark brown hair, piercing golden eyes and tanned skin and had an intricate tattoo sleeve that included Jais name and their daughters name.
He has tried to find love again after her, as that was something she was very poignant on. "Don't you dare try and shut your heart off. Don't swear off finding someone who can make you happy. Or I'm coming back and lighting a fire under your ass." But, so far, all of those attempts have failed, either because of a lack of chemistry between the two and from rifts between his daughter and some of his potential girlfriends.
Their only child is named Anzu. She is a rough and tumble, bright eyed Earthbender who has her Dad wrapped around her finger, especially after the loss of her mother. She struggles connecting her extended family, however, as it feels like they all grew apart way back when, but she idolizes her Grandma and Toph is rather close to her as well. She's been struggling to learn Metalbending, but she's stubborn and does not want to give it up. She's also very adventurous, loving every "life changing field trip" she and her Dad go on, and has a collection of various souvenirs on a shelf in her room. She's on her own Pro Bender team that she's currently struggling to whip into shape and has been dealing with that stress on top of trying to be happy for her dad finding love again...but with the ones he brings home constantly trying to replace her Mom. Anzu has shoulder length black hair that she keeps in a messy ponytail, gold-green hazel eyes, and tan skin.
Nyima Bei Fong is the second born child of Aang and Toph. A skilled Earthbender who found herself drawn to the art of Sandbending as well as Metalbending, she has pushed herself to make her own lot in life. She has opened her own resorts across the Earth Kingdom, and one that'll be opening on Ember Island soon. She has wanted to open one close to one of the Air Temples as a way to find a reconnection with her Dad, but her sisters are absolutely against it. She's a very business savy woman who also wants to expand into other new horizons. She's also a complete smartass and doesn't take anyone's nonsense. In her youth, she, like her sisters, was very vocal in reformation to make better changes across all four nations and Republic City, and she was always the most ready to go full out for a cause, even if it stressed both of her parents out. She's claimed she's held herself to a higher standard in recent years and wants to find success while creating a relaxing environment for everyone. Though, if you press the right buttons, her old streak may come out. She's got short, curled black hair, grey eyes and fair skin, and wears muted colors that's topped off with a colorful, stylish scarf.
She has been in an on/off relationship with her childhood romance, Bo. The two have been almost married on four separate occasions, but things have always put a stop to it -- usually things started by Nyima and what people have suggested could be a fear of commitment. Bo is a good humored, free spirited boy raised in the Air Acolytes by his father Teo and has always had a passion for romance and making a positive change in the world. And he's always been able to pull her old spirit out of her when she needs it. He has medium length brown hair with some pulled back in a ponytail, grey-brown eyes and fair skin.
Their eldest child is their daughter Jesa. She is a happy go lucky girl who is very close to her Dad and trying to develop a closer relationship with her Mom, but sometimes feels like she can be too busy and lost a sense of herself, especially when finding old pictures of how her Mom used to be. The two have gotten a bit of a closer bond upon the discovery that she is an Airbender, like her Grandfather before her, though it's lead to even more tension between her parents and aunts who have polar oppositr ideas as to what Jesas' furure should be. She wants to define her own future, like her Mother did for herself and how her Grandmother did. Her best friend in the world is Lian, who she's always felt a big connection to. And after she finds out she's the Avatar...it leads to a whole new world of adventure. She has long dark brown hair, grey-green eyes and fair skin and she wears bright colors, namely golds and greens to honor both her heritages and and she wears a headband similar to her Grandmothers.
Their youngest child is their toddler son Bisang. He's a rambunctious little boy who loves wandering around the resorts and getting to be strapped up in a baby sling while his Dad air glides through the air. He knows no fear and loves to be unabashedly himself. He also is a bit of Mamas boy and clings to her and has been showing promising signs of being an Earthbender.
Tophs final pregnancy shockingly resulted in the birth of triplets. The eldest of three being Hien Bei Fong. A gifted Airbender, she was the first to get her Airbending tattoos after mastering the 37 levels of the practice and it's something she holds in great reverence. She has since gone on to become a leader amongst the reborn nation of Air Nomads and sits among the council, residing on Air Temple Island in Republic City. She works with the newest wave of Airbenders to teach them the old ways and do what she can to revitalize the culture her father almost lost. She was once far more free spirited as a teenager and even though she was a very loud advocate for change, she could find when she could relax and enjoy life. Now her top priority is the politics to keep the balance and to preserve history in the name of her Father -- something that has put a strain between her and Toph, who reminds her that Aang wanted her to be her own person and to have fun. She keeps her bangs shaved off to show her arrows, and the rest of her black hair pulled into a side braid, and has piercing grey eyes, and many remark her glare reminds them of an owl.
Hien has no spouse and prefers not to find someone to be married to. She actually used to date a lot in her youth, but as the years have gone by, she does not want to settle down with someone, feeling they'd never be able to selflessly love all of her and her responsibilities, nor could she do the same.
She does, however, have two children of her own from very brief, unknown relationships.
Her eldest child is probably the eldest out of all of the next generation, her daughter Dema. Dema has struck out on her own, away from her mother's strict thumb and rigid traditionalist nature. She ran with a circus for a time after first running away, before finding herself starring in the new and upcoming phenomenon of Movers. Her actress life has landed her a cushy life in Republic City, which has lead to awkward encounters with her mother, but she stands her ground on the decisions she has made for herself. And Toph always tells her "I think you looked amazing in your new film!" And she always laughs along. Currently, Dema is engaged to one of her more frequent costars, a nonbender named Raiden. She has long black hair, with long bangs, dark blue-grey eyes and and olive skin.
Her youngest is her teenaged son Tenki. Tenki is an Airbender wise beyond his years and is an avid bookworm. He's also the most relaxed member of the family and is very go with the flow, and wants to simply travel around, experience the world with his nothing but his books, and maybe rediscover Wan Shi Tongs library. He has a shaved head, having just gotten his arrows and dresses in typical Air Nomad clothes, with a prayer bead necklace on him at all times.
The second born of the triplets is Hayato Bei Fong. Nobody really knows why Hayato always had a chip on his shoulder. Born with the same airbending abilities as his sisters, he found himself struggling with it and his spiritual side, having more of a stubborn, hardheaded side to him. He rejected getting his tattoos and took to heart the idea of going out on your own and making a name for yourself, though it broke Aangs heart when he left after a fight and never fully reconciled with him. A fact that hit harder following Aangs untimely death. Hayato has since gone off to work in his mothers home town of Gaoling to help bring in industry and has been working on his own company to produce automobiles and motorcycles, rathering to focus on making waves towards the future than tapping into the past and to the spiritual side. Now if he could just get his mother to stop trying to drive one of his automobiles... Hayato has shoulder length black hair, usually pulled back into a bun, dark grey eyes and a small scar going through his left brow. He's discarded any bright Air Nomad colorings for blacks, greys, silvers, and dark greens.
Hayato has a husband named Kazu. He's a nonbender, and an author out to publish his own books and also writes news reports as a gig to bring home money. He has a taste for the darker fashion style of his husband and writing about the struggles and triumphs of mankind in a post war world. He has layered black hair, hazel eyes and pale skin.
The two are looking to adopt in the near future!
For now though, they are quite happy with their Crococat, Boots.
Born the last amongst the triplets and the subsequent youngest child, Huuro Bei Fong is her own terror twister of an Airbender. She was the wild child of her siblings, always getting into her own antics and probably the protestor that almost got her and her sisters arrested numerous times in their youth. She gained her tattoos after the creation of her own move. She has since moved to the restored Southern Air Temple and is always causing trouble for the new elders to show the newest generation how to have fun. She's also been known to be quite skilled on the Sungi Horn, much to somes delight...and others dismay. Huuro wants to help the Air Nomads to find fun, lively and searching for new purpose, to establish new traditions and celebrations while acclimating to the modern world. She keeps her black hair long, flowing and down, and her grey eyes always are full of life.
Huuro is here and looking for love around every corner! She wants to find someone who loves life as much as her and wants a life full of new experiences.
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𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑
weeks have turned to months and your journey to olympus, your acceptance of your life as a demigod, has lead up to this moment. it’s been brutal, wrought with pain and close calls, thick with loss, but you’ve endured. as you begin to get ready to sleep, winding down for the night, something inside of you feels different. there’s a strength that grows that you only dimly knew was there before. you feel stronger, faster, more attuned to your senses and your own inner power. if you ever doubted that you might have divine blood in your veins before, now, more than ever, you feel it.
as soon as your head hits the pillow you fall fast asleep, exhausted from the events that have lead up to this point. who knows however long later, you “awaken”. you’re not where you fell asleep, nothing is as it was when you slept. you have to blink a few times but you realize that you’re in a place that seems familiar to you. describe this place? what does it look like, sound like, smell like?
eyes blink open and i already know where i am. it's the scent of paint, of fresh canvases that line the walls, piled in corners. there's a plush, grey rug beneath my bare feet and, a few feet from it is an area that's sectioned off from the small sitting room of my studio in los angeles. it's the one place that i always came to work, where i felt like i could release everything i've been holding in and no one would judge, no one would tell me i'm overreacting or not being true to myself.
this is home away from home; sanctuary.
there's a large canvas on an easel that's blank, four by four. it's what i was going to work on before having to leave. mixed in with the scent of fresh paint is the salty sea air that breezes in through the large windows that give plenty of natural light. the sun is high in the sky, which is strange since it's winter back in my new home, but this is comfortable, familiar. the furniture is still where i left it. two large, comfortable chairs, the end table with art magazines, the espresso machine on the small kitchenette behind it. a smile dances across my lips and the tension in my shoulders eases.
dust motes dance in the los angeles sunlight like flecks of gold and the air smells of a mix between brine and paint that has yet to cure. it’s a sharp yet oddly comforting scent to you, familiar, soothing. you recognize this place as a rough-and-ready altar that is – for once – not devoted to your mother or any other deity, only you.  
you look around and something upon the once-blank canvas catches your eye. is it blank? it doesn’t look to be, for shapes seem to dance in its ivory depths now, alit with silvery traces that look to be forming a face or an arm or an eye, but it’s all too vague, having no true form until they come out from the canvas as if born from it.
what does this figure look like to you, and how does your heart respond? are they familiar or not?
this place was always magical to me and now i bring magic to it. my eyes focus on the paint that almost drips onto the floor. brush strokes in muted colors begin to leak from the stark canvas. i don’t recognize this as one of my own creation but as i look at it, it shifts.
slowly, as if the paint dries into a solid form, is a large leather bound tome, like the ones in the mageia library. dark brown leather, golden latches and corner pieces, with runes along the spine.
i’m about to reach for it when the canvas begins to drip once more and another figure emerges from it and leaps onto the floating book.
a lilac mittens ragdoll kitten sits atop the book, blue eyes starring at me. the same cat i was about to adopt before the acolytes scooped me up into this new world. my heart hurts, and guilt washes over my expression. i had wanted her so badly back then. a companion, something to come home to.
the leather-bound tome is spitted out of the canvas’ mouth but instead of falling, it only floats slowly towards you. time feels sluggish around everything in the room with the dust motes now suspended in the air, the curtains now undulating slowly. the exception to this phenomenon, though, is the lilac cat that nimbly hops on top of the book and balances itself upon its thick rim. it licks its soft paw, then rests its blue-eyed gaze upon you. for a few moments, the quiet appraisal is the only thing it does.
“i’ve been waiting for this moment, son of witchcraft,” finally, it speaks and the voice stands out, “i've been waiting for you.” is it familiar, or unfamiliar? is it a kitten’s purr, or something else entirely? how does it make you feel?
my hand moves away from the cat instinctively, almost like a flinch. if there's one thing that i've learned it's that touching things that pique my interest might get me killed.
and then it speaks.
at first, i'm baffled and then i remember everything else that's gone on in my life recently. the monsters, the magic, the might. talking animals—after seeing satyrs and nymphs—shouldn't be out of the realm of possibility.
the voice is female with a slight feline inflection. there's an underlying purr in the words, a comfortability that shouldn't be there between strangers. it soothes the aches in my joints and my chest, makes me feel like i'm truly back home once more.
"waiting for me?" i rebuttal, eyebrow arched. "why?"
waiting for me? why?
the moment you ask the question, the words seem to have a rippling effect on your surroundings, like a spoken incantation, making the entire room shudder with a silvery sheen. but, somewhere deep within you, there’s a certainty that this isn’t an illusion born out of sinister magic, but something else entirely—an echo turning to a real sound, a remnant becoming a whole once more.
the cat’s eyes gleam then and it walks along the book’s rim, relaxed. the tome is opening now and you watch as ink spills across its brown surface, drawing shapes again as the canvas did before. not shapes, no, you suddenly realize, but runes. they are sigils that you can read, language gravid with ancient power.
“what type of runes are these?” the kitten mews.
the book opens and my eyes stay transfixed on it. each slide of paint, almost like calligraphy, is mesmerizing to me. i can feel each phantom movement in my fingertip. the kitten's question makes my head lilt to the side and my eyes focus on the runes that are forming, ancient sigils that are made easier for me to understand.
"power." i say, confidently. "a means of amplification." i know this because it reminds me of the runes on the inside of the bracelet around my wrist, the same power that courses through me that needs a channel to unleash like a wild fire through dry brush. i reach out and stroke the edges of the book, feeling the power of the runes beneath the pad of my fingertip.
i want it engraved in my bones, tattooed on my body. i think to myself, i never want to feel powerless again.
power, you chant and the rooms shudders again. but this time, it doesn’t halt.
the incantation is spoken, the spell thoroughly read, for the runes from the tome emerge in one swift movement and begin dancing around you like the spirits you summon. the edges of the room, you can see, also start to dissolve into wisps of smoke, swirling in the air around you with a hypnotic rhythm.
amid this occurrence, the lilac ragdoll cats begins to float and swells in size. it is amplification as you’ve wished it, a spark becoming a fire, becoming an inferno. the cat’s limbs dissolve too, as if it has been made of smoke this entire time, and you see that both you and it are glowing the same hue. you are both two supernovas on the verge of explosion. you sense that it has your magic, it has your power, but a much, much stronger form of it.
what color is your magic, and how does it make you feel?
how does your magic behave?
the light begins to glow, begins to leak into the air like dripping liquid until it falls to pieces like the remnants of dried paint rubbed between fingertips. the lilac ragdoll grows and grows, amplifies, like the rune itself took hold, took shape, took motion.
i look down at my hands and my magic is back—not as weak as it had felt when facing nyx and eris' monster, not weak as it had been when i had been foolish and allowed my curiosity to get the best of me, allowing something to take parts of me to make it stronger; no, this was my strength at full capacity. crackling wisps of energy weave between my fingers, black and gold, almost amber, like ribbons that thread themselves seamlessly around my wrists.
this feels...foreign, almost. there's a power to it that i can almost taste, delicious, dangerous, seductive. it washes over me, fills me to the brim. this is what ecstasy feels like. this is what divinity must feel like. i feel alive, i feel powerful, i feel like a natural disaster being harnessed between flesh and bones.
it feels like it wants to burn the world down, summon storms, create chaos, but underneath it, like a mischievous feline, is a calmness that allows me to think, to pause. it waits for me to beckon for it before it waxes and wans, occasionally acting on its own accord. but it behaves like it might be mine, and not something borrowed, not something uncontrollable.
for the first time since arriving at camp, i feel like my magic wants to belong.
as one thought after another flits through your head, the cat’s fur mirrors every single one, turning to a fiery black pelt that trails golden smoke, becoming embedded with cracks of black-tinged lightning, taking on a writhing surface of gold and black. your magic runs wildly as ribbons and scatters everywhere in reckless abandon. it’s chaos, it’s power, and it’s rampant, untamed, feral, until you will it to be otherwise.
until you make it belong inside you.
now, the ragdoll cat’s fur is a mass of dark, wispy smoke, but its eyes are so unbelievably golden like they are coins enchanted to glow in the dark. its size is that of a bear now, looming over you. you are not in your studio apartment anymore, but you don’t seem to be in anywhere recognizable either, the world around you a curious blank.
“interesting,” the cat purrs, with what seems to be a bemused laugh lurking underneath each word. when it prowls ahead, it has the leisure of a ghost and, of course, the grace of a cat. “so instead of letting your power run wild, you wish to harness it and make it yours.” golden eyes land on you. “show me more, son of witchcraft – paint for me what you desire.”
as the words trail, the world around you spasms and dances. the calligraphy lines from before spiderwebs from beneath you and you are certain that they want you to paint – want you to draw a world that belongs only to you.
paint what i desire.
paint what i desire.
under any normal circumstance, this would be easy. this would be just another piece i hang in a gallery, allow someone else to buy, allow them to take a piece of my future home with them.
i look down at my hands and i clench my fingers into a fist, dig my nails against my palm, inhale and exhale. i close my eyes, allowing my magic to coil within me, allow it to purr like a cat and strike like a viper.
and then i begin to mold the world as i see fit.
paint what i desire.
there is a mountain that looks like divinity atop it, a radiant glow that can be see like the stars in the night sky, like the moon that hangs above. the painting moves, shifts, strokes of paint trail away to unravel and become something more. it is their camp, their home, but it is much different—fit for the gods, not their children. marble thrones, marble statues, carved into their likeness, altars and offering bowls at their feet. each statue looks draped in traditional greek god attire—white robes, golden belts, laurel wreathes atop their heads.
then there is me, in the middle, amongst them all.
paint what i desire.
divinity, godlihood—not half measures—a new era, a new god of witchcraft, a new king of olympus.
paint what i desire.
ambition made truth. deepest, darkest desires laid bare. unspoken words turned to canvas; a secret never uttered aloud.
the calligraphy lines unfurl and writs as you will them too and paint spills in colors of your choosing. after everything cures, the sight you’re greeted with is grandiose, your own marble face staring down at you from the pantheon of gods. it’s a dream, but you also feel that it can be real, that you can make it real.
languidly, the cat paddles through the air and floats above head of the statue that bears your likeness in stone. it has a cheshire grin on its face now. “good,” the words are a purr, an agreement. “so you wish to remake the world in your own image.”
slowly, the cat swells again until it’s as large as a temple, a colossal thing. its golden eyes glint when it stares down at you, but you don’t feel any sort of fear. it’s like looking into a mirror, a reflection of yourself.
“this will not come easy, little weaver,” it speaks and the words are a deep rumble in your chest. “magic always has a cost, and the path ahead you is full of dangers. are you ready to accept your power, and the challenges it will inevitably bring your way, remaker? are you ready to bear the heft of witchcraft?”
i look at the statue that stares down at me and my gaze moves to the cat.
"not in my own image, but better than it is now, better than it could be." i wave my hand through the air and the image stays as is, framed. "change needs to happen and i want to bring it."
i wonder, for a moment, if this is what eris thinks, too.
i nod my head, the black and amber-gold of my magic trails up my arms until it dissipates, returning to normal. "since i said yes to my birthright there's been danger. i've almost died. i've been captured, i've been face to face with the goddess of chaos." he smirks. "but i am chaos. magic is chaos. and she won't control me or anyone else."
i close my eyes. "heavy is the crown and all that bullshit. i am magic. i can bear it."
“and your mother is the goddess of magic, of cross-roads, and all arcane mysteries,” it laughs and the sound echoes in your bones. “when danger comes, we’ll simply have to show them who’s more dangerous, won’t we?” the cat’s smoky body begins to swirl then and you can see its arm outstretch, pointing one gigantic claw at you, wispy near the tip like the specters that you summon. “paint runs out, little weaver, but magic never truly does.”
the single claw is beckoning, asking you to touch it.
i outstretch my finger toward the claw and, right before i press tip to tip, say:
"not even in death."
the instant your finger touches the claw, you feel all of it pour into you, the cat, the world you’d created, and the magic, as wisps of gold slither down the fingertip and into your mouth and your eyes. it’s all-encompassing, it’s dangerous, and but it’s also so incredibly righteous. this is your birthright and every inch of you accepts it.
then, you fall, stumbling through the dream, only to wake up on your bed. the moonlight is cool against your skin, and nothing rustles in your room. was it only a dream? was it only a trick of your mind? as you begin to wonder, you notice amber lines shimmer faintly under your skin and draw what can only be a half-finished rune.
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