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yaekiss · 1 year ago

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#Mailroom Open! — HI QI! *falls to my knees* a letter for traveler!aether, any petnames are fine and i would love to have a nsfw + yandere reply <3

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“To the love of my life, my dearest adventurer,

I’m hoping this letter actually reaches you. Really, how hard is it to stay in one place at a time? Somehow, having Paimon as a destination landmark seems to work. Ah, but don’t let her read this one…or open the gift that I’ve included… Just tell her I’ll give her some cookies when we see each other again!

Anyhow, enough about my complaints when sending a letter. I don’t know if I can go much longer without you. Oh, mighty traveler, how can you leave your partner in such a state? I fear that my imaginations have now run too wild now due to this. I’m this close to sending a commission to the Adventurer’s Guild where I’m able to ravish you on our bed for a day straight.

I wish you well on your journey in Sumeru, but please, come back soon. Diluc has threatened to ban me from his tavern because of my constant babbling of you, and not all of them are appropriate for the public.

—Your needy one.”

(The box that the letter is attached to contains some dried Windwheel Asters, but most importantly, a dog collar.)

꩜ Letter Content: GN! Dom! Top! Reader x Yan! Sub! Bottom! Aether, no gendered terms used for reader, Aether calls you "my star", unhealthy obsessive and possessive relationship from Aether, collar (used on Aether), small mention of edging and marking, lmk if I missed anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: It was ridiculously hard tracking the ever-elusive traveller down, but I did it! Looked like he was sporting some new accessory too, cool! ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

Aether’s reply consists of two items: A small cloth drawstring sack made of a fabric that seems to faintly glitter in the sunlight and a separate wooden box. The box is slim, made of flawless Karmaphala wood with a hinged lid. The area for storing items is shallow so the gift he sent can't be all too big and it has you speculating as to what it could be.

Putting your curiosity aside for now, you first open the sack, only to see a void somehow contained inside. It looks like the night sky, the dark space adorned with the stars that Aether conjures up in his palm every once in a while to impress you. Trusting your dear traveller, you reach an arm in and pull out the first thing you come into contact with, a miniature little wood carving of him as an aranara (he’s written so much to you about the aranaras so to see him as one makes your heart melt a little). Afterwards, you continue retrieving the other included gifts like a bouquet of various Sumeru flowers preserved with his dendro elemental resonance. There’s also a tied stack of recipes along with an attached note saying: “So you can also have a taste of my journey so far!”

Finally, you dig around the empty space and pull out the last remaining item, his letter. The envelope he used is nothing out of the ordinary but what makes it endearing are all the silly doodles he scribbled on it. There’s one of the both of you on the back of a Sumpter Beast and another one of him popping out from a precious chest. In the top right corner, there’s a regional stamp exclusive to Sumeru, one specifically showcasing the scenery of Port Osmos. Now, the mailing system this time through the love hotel doesn’t really require a stamp. Still, he’s had this habit of writing back to you from his journey across Teyvat and through that, gifting you these little collectable stamps from the different nations. Quite sweet really!

Taking his note out, it’s written on a fairly normal parchment, the kind you could find at any general goods store. His response reads:

“Hello, my cherished starlight!

I’ve received your letter safely, thank you, my star! Sorry if it was hard for you to track me down, the recent developments in Sumeru just had me travelling around the region a lot :( There’s too much to unpack in this letter alone so I’ll just talk your ear off when I return to your side! :D

Ah, I also apologise for being away for so long, my star. I know this trip to Sumeru has been one of the longest I’ve taken so far but please believe me when I say that I miss you just as much, if not tenfold more. The company here is nice but they could never compare to you, the warmth of your body next to mine, the way your hands roam allll over me. There’s no one quite like you, my star! I miss you so so so much, and I quite love how much you seem to miss me too…

Did you like the bottomless sack I gave you? It’s like the one I use on my journeys, really useful for when you have too many things you want to bring with you on a trip! Maybe I could even get you in my bag… haha kidding! I know you wouldn’t want to be cramped up next to my Sweet Madames and Paimon’s snacks so I’ll just stick to inviting you along for my adventures, my star.

Speaking of adventures, maybe you should put out that commission to the Adventurers’ Guild. After all, it wouldn’t be right for the Honorary Knight to leave someone so direly in need of help. And if I happened to get my brains fucked out by a very familiar employer, it’ll certainly be a welcome surprise. What would your reaction be if I showed up at your doorstep with the collar you gifted me around my neck? Would you loop your finger through it and pull me in for a heated kiss for everyone to see? Drag me into your bed and pound me senseless? Until the both of us can’t come anymore? Gods, I’m getting giddy with desire, I need you right now, my star. :((( To appease your appetite and imagination, I managed to leave a message for you using a stone mirror I obtained during my trip that serves as some sort of recording device. Watch it while you’re alone, I don’t want any prying eyes around, it’s just for you, my star. Hopefully, after this, you won’t have to resort to rambling to Diluc while drunk.

I think that’s enough rambling from me, go watch my message and tell me what you think! I look forward to your reply, my favourite star~

My love for you spans across worlds,

- Aether -”

Impatiently, you reach over to the box and hurriedly unlatch it, quickly flipping the lid open. A polished smooth stone slab gleams back at you. Underneath the glossy surface, there’s some sort of dense fog, coiling and drifting like smoke. Running your hand over it seems to do the trick, the fog ripples like a droplet on a serene lake and morphs into the image of a scene. It shifts into the rough shape of Aether seated on a bed, the smoky edges in the picture are soft and look like they blur into each other, and the colours are slightly muted. But you still manage to make out the collar he’s holding in his hands. The exact one you gave him in your previous letter.

“Is the mirror working well for you, my star? I hope it is, I wouldn’t want you to miss this.” His voice is sultry and his gaze through the tablet even more so. He strips slowly for you, sensually peeling each article of clothing off, all while running his hands across his body. Occasionally, he tweaks his nipples to let you hear his cute yelps or strokes his already drooling cock, edging himself as he whines for you to touch him, to fill him up.

“Ah, before I forget,” he eagerly fumbles with the dog collar and secures it snugly around his neck, “There we go, perfect!” Shifting closer to the stone mirror, he tilts his head for you to see the new accessory.

“Maybe you could even attach a tag with your name on it to the front,” Aether says, and you think you can see hearts in his eyes as a light blush overtakes his features.

“Aww, I think I’m running out of recording time for this, I’ll see you soon, my favourite star!” The scene freezes and you’re left with Aether beaming back at you and a burning lust to see your dear traveller again.

However, the still image of the final frame ripples once again. For a split second, you think his message will replay but what appears on the surface of the stone is vastly different. The visage changes to Aether’s back view while he’s still on the bed, knees tucked under him. The collar is already on him in this one so it must have been recorded after the previous message. Now that you have a good view of his bare back, you can tell that the marks you left on his back are fading, no longer the angry bright red from the night the two of you spent together before he departed for Sumeru.

“Ugh, they’re so faded now.” You pick up on the disappointed note in Aether’s voice. He looks over his shoulder, brushing his long hair aside. He’s probably using the stone as an actual mirror to examine his back. Did he know it was recording?

“I’ve been away for too long…” He murmurs as his face turns back before he continues, “But when did they even get close with Diluc anyway, spending so much time with him?” The simmering rage (jealousy?) in his voice startles you slightly. You’ve witnessed Aether’s anger and frustration in the past but you’ve never heard him use such a harsh inflection before.

“Looks like I’ll have to cut this trip short.”

The darkening tone in his voice is unnerving, and you don’t know if you’re lucky or not that you’re unable to see the expression on his face.

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metalbvcky · 1 year ago

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Bloom!Verse Masterlist

It's been three years since the birth of this enormous series. I never thought a oneshot (which became eight chapters) could lead me to such character development and world building, but here we are. And I'm still writing, the muse hasn't died, and I'm not nearly finished (or ever will be). The lore is ✨ infinite ✨ So I thought I'd make an updated masterpost— in chronological order (as it's been written in reverse)— for the new year. Aster should be finished by the late spring and then I'll likely start the wedding fic 😉 I still have dozens of ideas for this series, it's insane. In fact, I have a poly fic in the works, I just need to continue and finish it 😋

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Shelves of Aster - 96k (WIP)

Tags: Alternative Universe - Bookstore, Sugar Daddy, Meet Cute, First Meetings, Age Difference, Falling In Love, Healthy Relationships, Experienced Dom/Inexperienced Sub Snippet: Their eyes lock the second Steve pulls back slightly. They gaze at each other for what feels like forever, as if a magical force is drawing them in, closer, and closer until neither of them can ignore the tension surrounding them. Steve’s breath puffs against Bucky’s lips when he speaks, “Can I kiss you?”

Peach and Lemon Blossoms - 1k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Office Sex, Implied Top Steve/Bottom Bucky, PWP Snippet: Bucky has always fantasized about office sex, and always found the risk to be a bit thrilling. He made sure to lock the door before he came inside, so there wasn’t a chance of anyone walking in on them, though there was still a possibility someone could knock.

Rose Blue - 60k, 8 chapters (complete)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, 24/7 D/S relationship dynamic, Kinky Husbands In Love, a whole bunch of smut tags Snippet: Steve smiles at Bucky before he reaches across the dresser, to the dedicated spot where they keep their accessories and things. Draped around a velvet bust is a sterling silver choker, the petite chain link gleaming in the soft lamplight. Beside the bust is a ring boat containing a wedding band that matches the one attached to the choker’s oval pendant, curved downward. Blue accent roses decorate the gold tinted sides, a crystal stone shining in the center with leaves tucked throughout.

Dreams of Poppy Fields (3 times Bucky pretended to be asleep and 1 time Steve caught him) - 4.8k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Fluffy and Smut, Light Angst, Possessive Steve Snipppet: Steve kneels down to pry the trowel out of Bucky’s hand from where he’d been tending to the garden. He slides Bucky’s stained gardening gloves off and tosses them aside, out of Dum-E’s reach. It isn’t the first time he’s had to carry Bucky to bed, and it surely won’t be the last, so Steve sees no problem in picking him up.

A Mug Filled with Pink Irises - 2.3k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Kitchen Sex Snippet: Steve crosses his legs, fixated on Bucky’s exposed collar bone from the low-cut neckline. Peppering kisses to his husband’s neck, not to mention sucking on the most sensitive spots, has always been his favorite part about foreplay.

Dark Dahlias at the Annual Potts/Romanov Costume Party - 6.5k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Halloween, Humor, House Party, Domestic Fluff, Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov Snippet: “Give me your best sexual pick-up line,” Bucky says, one-hundred percent intending to use it on Steve, if Nat doesn’t beat him to it. Clint leans against the counter, scratching his head in thought. Dressed as Fred Jones is truly uncanny for this particular moment. “I’m peanut butter. You’re jelly. Let’s have sex?”

Wild Amaranth Desires - 5.1k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Roleplay, Cages, Leashes, Blink and you'll miss it mention of a threesome Snippet: Bassy music thrums through the walls, the sound rushing in and around the small, closed-off area. A few multi-colored lights gently strobe in the background, occasionally highlighting over the cage that sits in the middle of the room.

Amaryllis in Baskets - 1.3k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, PWP, Dirty Talk, Cooking Snippet: Now here they are, Steve finishing up lunch while Bucky sits at the breakfast table with the warm, afternoon sun slipping through the curtains.

His Precious Primrose - 4.1k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Christmas, PWP, Aftercare Snippet: Steve takes the steps one at a time, his cotton, calf-length robe grazing the railing. Once at the bottom, he strolls through the hallway and into the kitchen, passing the dining room while on his way. He walks slowly, with no rush at all, when a gift wrapped up in front of the lit fireplace slips into the corner of his vision.

Identical Mauve Carnations - 3.6k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Dream Sequence, Wet Dream, Self-cest, Bucky/Bucky, Winter Soldier Bucky Snippet: “It’s been a while since I’ve been with a pretty thing like you,” James purrs, reaching up to brush a metal knuckle over Bucky’s cheek. “Think you can handle being with me?”

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Because I know not everyone reads threesomes, I've listed the rest under the cut (and this post is long enough) 😉

Cattails In the Rogers-Barnes Household (A Scavenger Hunt for Lube, 5 +1) - 12k, 2 chapters (complete)

Tags: Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Threesomes, Pre-Poly, Dom Loki, Switch Loki Snippet: Loki vaults themself forward and successfully closes the door without alerting anyone. They scan the room slowly, spotting every little detail. The desk is rather tidy, however, the sitting area is the polar opposite. Magazines are scattered across the floor, throw pillows shoved to the side, and overall just in a disarray. What really catches their eye is the pair of leather cuffs poking out between the cushions, along with a thin strap for a blindfold.

A Toy to Share, Restrained by Coriander - 6.7k (oneshot)

Tags: Threesomes, Pre-Poly, BDSM scene Snippet: Loki pushes off of the wall from where they’d been leaning, arms no longer crossed, and takes a couple of long, determined steps. Bucky cranes his neck up due to Loki’s height, just an odd number of inches taller than him. Both of their gazes are locked in on each other, eyes unmoving while Loki curves a single finger under Bucky’s jaw.

Strangled by Thoughts of Poison Ivy (Bucky Rogers-Barnes and the No Good, Very Bad Week) - 9.2k (oneshot)

Tags: Pre-Poly, Scene Gone Wrong, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst Snippet: Steve doesn't think, he just reacts, his body moving on its own as he scrambles to loosen the straps holding Bucky in before he hurts himself. The second they loosen even a fraction, Bucky breaks free, scrambling rapidly backward off of the bench, his back slamming into the wall behind them. Steve tries to catch him but Bucky pulls his arm away, and god, it feels like a stab to the heart to watch Bucky curl on himself like a wounded animal.

Honeysuckles Growing on the Window Sill - 22k, 5 chapters (complete)

Tags: Threesomes, Feelings Realization, Friends to Lovers, Relationship Discussions, Fluff and Smut Snippet: Steve’s face turns serious, absolute fondness written in his expression. “Without a doubt in my mind. You were so beautiful for me,” he says, voice turning soft as he tucks a loose strand of Loki’s hair behind their ear. “I really like you, Loki. We like you.”

Lobelias in the Meeting Room - 4k (oneshot)

Tags: Threesomes, Polyamory, Light Angst, Fluff and Smut Snippet: Loki follows Steve with their eyes, holding their gaze until Steve comes to a stop near them, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed. They regard Bucky with a soft look before capturing his lips, inhaling through their nose as arousal swells in their stomach.

A Threatening Snakeroot (Hidden in the Crowd) - 7.1k (oneshot)

Tags: Threesomes, Polyamory, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Sex Club Snippet: As Bucky is led down the hallway, taking an immediate right, Loki directs him over to the side of the bar. There’s a square pedestal off to the side, which was added the same day Bucky received his pillow. A sign on the left of it read, ‘Pet on Display,’ while on the right it said, ‘ Display Only - Do Not Touch.’ It was a nice little spot to watch people come and go, and was close enough to the bar that Val could help keep an eye out for him if Loki and Steve weren't nearby.

Succulent Strawberries, Dangling from the Branches - 1.6k (oneshot)

Tags: Threesomes, Polyamory, Fluff and Smut, Domestic, Bookstores Snippet: The warmth of Steve’s breath causes a shiver to travel through Bucky’s back. He lets out a whine upon the slender hand urging him back inside, his legs going into autopilot mode as his doms tower over him. The door shuts with an audible click, followed by the window shades rolling down and blocking the evening sunlight.

The First Sprouts of Spring - 1.6k (oneshot-- recently switched to complete since my brain had other ideas back in 2021)

Tags: Threesomes, Polyamory, Fluff and Smut, Cuddling & Snuggling Snippet: As Steve steps onto the porch for a few pieces of wood, Loki strolls over to the closet and takes out some blankets. They return to find Steve rearranging the furniture, pushing the two couches together, creating a square hollow. They promptly hand the stack of blankets to Steve at his instruction, then head back to check up on Bucky.

#stucky #stucky au #stucky fanfic #stevebucky fanfic #stucky masterlist #modern au #fic masterlist #bloom!verse #includes Steve x Bucky x Loki under the cut #dom steve #sub bucky #writing tag

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year ago

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“A Better Future” Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Elf/Noldor |Third Person POV)

Themes: Angst. Read at your own discretion.

Warnings: Brief mentions of war and injuries | Hair loss as a form of punishment

Wordcount : 2.8k words

Summary: Thranduil brings y/n to Greenwood the Great and Amon Lanc. His father calls for an inquiry.

A/n: I thought of adding the hair loss event written in this post.

Y/n’s plea was partly inspired by Catherine of Aragorn’s speech at the Legatine Court of Blackfriars.

Thranduil’s POV

The days had been hot, the days had been windy, and the days finally grew cold even as they traveled. One season waned while the other waxed, brilliant and glorious as ever. The leaves of Greenwood the Great were turning vivid shades of orange and gold and crimson by the time Thranduil and his retinue rode down familiar paths to Amon Lanc. The crown prince closed his eyes and took a deep breath of sweet-smelling autumn air. The delicate scents of wild geraniums and asters mingled with the duskier scents of fallen leaves and wet bark and fresh moss. The birds sang softly. An owl hooted in the distance. A gentle gust of wind tossed his hair. He sighed in contentment. It was wonderful to be home again.

That sweet feeling slowly disappeared when he looked over his shoulder and his gaze rested on y/n. She kept to herself and rode a little away from the others. Thranduil’s mouth pressed into a thin, hard line. Y/n’s very presence in Amon Lanc would unleash a storm upon his head, and his lord father would be the one to do it.

My father is a forgiving man, Thranduil thought, but I cannot see him forgiving this.

Thranduil did not need to be told the reason. He was there during the second kinslaying. He bore arms and helped his father carve a way out for survivors. His scars lay hidden beneath his robes. The memories from that dark time still haunted his dreams.

And he did not understand why he put himself through such trouble. Oh, the gold itself was never an issue. The final sum was but a drop in the ocean that was now the royal treasury. Thranduil did not understand why he stopped when he heard the gossip and why he rode on to the auction house. He certainly did not understand what compelled him to save her. She was one of the exiles. Her father served under Celegorm. There were dark tales surrounding his deeds, including the part he supposedly played in the seizure of Dior’s children. Thranduil shivered.

Wolves, all of them. And now I bring one of their pups to my Lord Father’s doors.

He looked over his shoulder at y/n again. The masters of the auction house answered his questions as best they could. Y/n had played no part in the slaughter, so they said, and had been forced to wander the land for longer than she could remember. She had no armor and wielded no arms. What little coin she had went to keeping her clothed and fed. She placed herself at the mercy of a man who turned out to be a slaver in the end. Kept perfectly still while that wretched Lady Githa grabbed her and looked her over like she was nothing more than a horse for sale. After having been given food and drink and new garments, she stood to the side, silent and meek, while Thranduil spoke with the masters of the auction house and the final flourish was given to the matter of coin. During their journey, y/n did not speak to any of them the entire time. When they set up camp, she was quiet. When they broke bread, she was quiet. When they sang and laughed and exchanged stories, she was quiet. Oh, she helped, of course, always appearing by Thranduil’s shoulder before he even realized he needed some task carried out. Y/n was quick and did her duties well, but without uttering a sound. She did not even dare look any of them in the eye. If she was grateful to them for what they did, she did not show it.

Thranduil felt his hands turn to fists. Wretched thing, he thought bitterly. Unable to muster a single word of gratitude.

He could not linger on such misgivings. The gates to his father’s halls soon loomed ahead of them. The first autumn rain started to fall, drenching the dark earth and feeding the rivers and streams. The air grew crisp and cool. Thranduil reveled in this as well and threw off his hood so he could feel the fat drops of water plop over his skin. He heard a familiar bellow. His lord father had ridden out to greet them. Oropher sat atop his milky white courser, clad in velvet robes of gold and silver. Thranduil sighed. His father was in a high mood this day, and he was sure to dampen it with his news. He sat up straight and girded himself before racing ahead to meet his king and sire.

Oropher heard his son out on the ride back to his halls. And Oropher bit his tongue until he and his son were safely ensconced within the walls of his council room. And when the doors closed on them Oropher did not hold back, not by any measure. The king was exceedingly wroth, purpling and raging for hours on end. Thranduil acted without his father’s leave and freed the child of a kinslayer. He had promised gold from the royal coffers for this very purpose. Brought her with him to Greenwood, and possibly endangered them all.

"And now we may have to feed and house the lady," Oropher declared after having taken a while to finally compose himself. Attendants walked in carrying trays filled with refreshments. The king waited until they had taken their leave before speaking again. "Since you made yourself responsible for her and she truly has nowhere else to go," he turned to face his son. "Tell me, my son. What even compelled you to save her?"

What indeed. Throughout their journey, Thranduil had reflected on his actions and failed to devise an answer that could satisfy anyone, least of all himself. "I do not know, my lord," he confessed. "All I do know is that I could not simply ride away and abandon her to her fate. You know of Lady Githa, and what her pleasure house is like."

"To be sure," Oropher wrinkled his face in distaste. "That woman is one of the most evil creatures to have ever been birthed by one of the Edain."

He rejoined his son at the council table and took his customary place at the head of it. Oropher steepled his fingers beneath his chin and soon lost himself in deep thought. Thranduil did not utter a word while his father sat as if he had been hewed out of stone. Oropher was reflecting on the choices he had had to make; his son was certain of it.

"I may consider letting her stay," Oropher finally said, "but we need to learn how much she knew of her father’s actions. Send word to my courtiers and have them all meet me in the throne room. I believe an inquiry is in order."

An hour later, Thranduil took his place by his father’s right hand. He watched while members of the court and other elves poured into the cavernous throne room. Guards stood to attention, spears and shields in hand, and clad in gleaming armor chased in green and gold. The lamps burned as brightly as they always did. Y/n was escorted by a small complement of armed warriors. She was made to drop to her knees while the others watched. Y/n bowed her head, silent and respectful. Thranduil heard hushed, excited tones. There had never been an inquiry before. No one had done anything to even justify the need for one.

Many of the elves studied y/n with barely disguised curiosity. Save for the survivors of Doriath, very few had encountered the exiles. Now they were seeing one for the first time in the flesh. The court scribes took their appointed places, parchment and quills and new ink already placed upon their little tables. They would write down every word spoken at the inquiry and preserve the records for the use of others. Once Oropher had been satisfied with the number of witnesses, he called the inquiry to order.

The king leaned forward and began with the usual questions: questions about y/n’s life, her home, and her family. Y/n answered as best as she could. She spoke of their home, about her father, about her mother. Oropher questioned y/n about the sons of Fëanor, and if her father or mother had ever hosted them in their home. Y/n withered under the king’s sharp gaze, but there was nothing she could do but answer.

"Lord Celegorm would sometimes dine with father," y/n replied after a great deal of hesitancy. "Other times, Lord Curufin would join him."

"I see." Oropher frowned. "And were you a party to these gatherings?"

"No… your grace," y/n answered in fits and starts, as if her tongue had tied itself up in knots. "My father… he said he thought I was too young to be privy to such discussions."

"But did you meet either of these lords?"

"Yes. My father… he introduced me to them. And to others in their retinue."

Oropher was curious, as was Thranduil. "Pray tell me why?"

Y/n faltered. A guard thumped the butt of his spear into the ground, forcing her to answer. "My… my father had hopes of my marrying one of Lord Fëanor’s unwed sons… or… or the grandson."

"Your father entertained the notion of you marrying one of them?" Oropher shot back bluntly. "And you would have agreed had any of them asked for your hand?"

Y/n swallowed, and said, "Yes, your grace. Many an… unwed maiden in our clans would have… c-considered it an honor. They were of Lord Fëanor’s b-blood after all."

Thranduil sputtered and would have retorted had his father not given him a look of warning. He composed himself and heard the king say, "An honor? Were you ignorant of the things they did before the second kinslaying?"

"Everyone knew… your grace," y/n replied, her eyes wide with fear. "M-mothers would tell their children tales of Alqualondë and the great crossing. They… they all believed in Lord Fëanor’s cause."

"Do you believe in Lord Fëanor’s cause to retrieve the hallowed jewels no matter what the cost?" Oropher asked in harsh tones. "And do not lie to me. Life in Amon Lanc will go very badly for you if you do."

Y/n did not answer, not for a long while, not until Oropher harrumphed with impatience. "I… I did… at the beginning," she confessed. "The… the silmarils were Lord Fëanor’s by right… after all."

The uproar that followed from the survivors was deafening. Some demanded that y/n be sent away from Amon Lanc. Others demanded that she be thrown into a cell for the remainder of her days. More warriors thumped the butts of their spears against the polished stone floor to bring about some order to the proceedings. The sounds they made were drowned out by the cries of angry elves. Oropher’s face darkened even as he remained silent. Thranduil prickled with anger and decided to put an end to the clamor.

"Enough!" he bellowed. The others turned to face him and his father, having quietened themselves little by little. The scribes all turned as one to face the prince, waiting to hear what he had to say.

"I was right," the prince went on. There were soft scratching noises from quills scrawling over thick parchment. "Your lot is nothing but a pack of wolves, forever on the prowl for your next prey. I would even go as far to wager you may be no better than your father and the masters he served."

Y/n flinched back as if she had been slapped. "But… but you saved me from her," she sniffed.

"Yes," Thranduil replied, unmoved by the sorrow in her eyes. Still, he felt strange when she spoke to him directly. It was the first time she had done so since he purchased her freedom. "I confess, however, that I do not know the reason why."

"Tis is a question for another time," Oropher interceded. "Let us carry on with the proceedings for now. Lady y/n, do you have anything to add? Anything you wish to say in your defense?"

Y/n looked around her and shivered. "I do not know… your grace." She wrung her hands and picked at the beds of her nails before turning her gaze to the floor. "I… I only knew what my father and mother told me. As for what… my father did in Doriath… I did not know what he was going to do until after the act. Mother and I only learned of it after he was slain. I… do not ask for much… save for some compassion… for I was born somewhere other than this kingdom, and have neither coin nor friend to my name. I... all I ask is for a safe place to stay… and I will be… well pleased and content with whatever kindness that…that is given to me. But if you do not wish for me to stay here you… you need only say the word, your grace. I will depart… and manage. Somehow."

Oropher sat there with his sharp gray eyes pining her to where she stood. He grew silent again, this time debating his verdict. Later, it was said that the silence that followed was so heavy that it weighed down on everyone present.

"Will you swear to never take up arms against us?" The king spoke slowly.

"Yes," she whispered.

Oropher nodded. "And will you be content with whatever task that is given to you while you remain with us?"

Y/n hesitated, but gave her answer to the king. "Yes. I… I will be content. And g-grateful."

"Grateful?" Thranduil snorted bitterly. "Like the gratitude you showed us after we saved you from that vile place?"

Y/n was startled. She opened her mouth to form a reply, and struggled to find the right words. Thranduil glanced at his father. The king had grown weary. It showed in the shadows beneath his eyes. Oropher sighed softly and signaled for the guards to help her to her feet.

"I have come to a decision, but it is not a decision I make lightly," the king began. "Y/n, you may stay here with us, and you will make yourself useful in the kitchens and serve us."

The relief on her face was palpable.

"But," Oropher raised a hand and continued, clearly not finished with his verdict. "I need to make an example of you, should other followers of the sons of Fëanor turn up at our door. They need to see that our mercy does not come freely. Therefore, I have decided your hair must be shorn. Just above the neck should do."

Y/n lowered her head and trembled. "I accept."

It did not take long to find two ellith willing to carry out the king’s verdict. All those who had gathered in the throne room looked in silence while they came forth, each holding a golden pair of scissors in their hands. One stood by y/n’s right, and the other stood to her left. They turned to face the king. When Oropher gestured, they went straight to work.

Pins were removed. Braids slowly loosened. All anyone heard after that was the crisp, snip snip snip of two pairs of scissors clicking. The elves watched, utterly enthralled by the scene unfolding before their eyes. Lustrous long hair was seen as the ideal when it came to elven beauty, and to have even a little cut as a form of punishment was both debasing and humiliating. And elven hair took so long to grow out. Y/n’s hair would take years to grow back to its former glory, and if it saddened her, she did not show it, not at that moment. Y/n simply stood like a stone statue while thick locks of her hair slowly drifted to the floor and gathered in small clumps.

Snip snip snip. More hair had to be cut. The ellith worked effortlessly until y/n’s hair was just beneath her chin and a small pile had formed around her feet. Y/n did not speak, and she did not raise her voice to curse them. She simply bowed her head and endured the entire time. When they were finally finished, when they put away their scissors and stepped away, she lifted her head. Her lips had been quivering, and her eyes had been filled with unshed tears. Thranduil shifted uncomfortably in his seat after having experienced a sudden pang of conscience. He had called her a wolf, but was she truly one? Or was she simply guilty of being born into the wrong family?

"Find yourself a room in the servants’ quarters," Oropher ordered. "Appropriate clothing will be provided to you, as well as food. You will start your duties on the morrow."

The guards took her to hand and escorted her through the crowd and down a narrow passageway leading to the kitchens and the servants’ rooms. A maid rushed into the hall and swept away the shorn locks of hair. The throne room was beginning to empty. The elves talked about the inquiry and what transpired before they departed for their dwellings. The scribes sanded their parchment before rolling each and every one of them carefully. Once the great hall had been cleared of all the other elves, Oropher leaned over to whisper in his son’s ear.

"Keep a close eye on her," he commanded. "We cannot take any chances."

Thranduil nodded in agreement.

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so2uv · 1 year ago

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@ so2uv's sappy time.

end of the year. ive survived and that's scary but you know what? it'll be fine. we'll all be fine and im promising that; whether it be this year, the next, or far in the future, we'll be ok :)) it's stupid how this platform, one that my friends teased me for using, left such an impact on me as a person.

AKA. MY END OF YEAR MUTUAL APPRECIATION POST. (warning: these got long and sort emotional for me to write. well, as emotional as i can get fjkdhgkjfd. sorry if my coherence gets lost later on. forgive me if you weren't mentioned specifically for something; i have more mutuals that expected. it's genuinely surprising.)

if you weren't mentioned specifically, there's still a note for you at the bottom. sorry for making you scroll for long to find it :'DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @tiredsleep . . . the mutual who has stuck through it all. oh tired. tired, tired, tired. i think im a little stupid for how happy i get when you like a post or send an ask or keyboard smash in my reblogs. a lot of what i said in my long ask to you a while back is what im trying to convey now. the way we met wasn't through much special; i followed you and eventually you followed back. it was slow going in the ways we interacted but the nicest things take time and im so glad we're the way we are now. we're strangers, two little guys on the internet, and i think it's beautiful how we have this. you're an amazing writer, an all around amazing creator of the worlds you build and the characters you create. i don't think you realized how envious i used to be of you; you made it seem like it was easy enough for you to connect with others, your writing was something id never achieve with mine, it was flat out jealousy. it was my fault we were distant to begin with. i soon figured out that praise was correct: you are among the most wonderful people ive had the pleasure of knowing and talking to you, even if it's just through a screen. there's so much more for me to say that i constantly struggle to put into the correct words to get the point across. just know that you have great things out there for you. have a great new year, tired. we'll make it. im so proud of you.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @aelatus . . . the last standing mutual of all my og (close) mutuals. hello atlas! im not sure if you'll ever see this on tumblr since i know you don't log on much but you've been my mutual through three blog changes now; was there for my xstar-kidx era and kozmiixs stage. we've been through shit together, had banter about grammarly together, lost certain mutuals together, have changed blogs, changed themes, switched fandoms, fell out of love with fandoms. it's been a wild couple of years, huh? im so thankful we've met and got close in the ways that we did and that we're able to call each others close. your birthday is soon so in the case that i forget to say this on discord: happy birthday, the xiao to my albedo. live a life of freedom and joy, my love /p.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @izukxnnie . . . hara :((( i don't think you'll ever come to read this message but that's alright; maybe it's for the better kdfgh. i know i sent you that long winded ask on your blog already but i miss talking and interacting with you, even with all my awkwardness. im still so regretful of that one time i sent a request to join your world but then you were busy and i didn't read your messages until later that day as in hours later bc i was at school and idk if i ever responded to them in the end. maybe i'll send you a message on discord later. maybe i won't bc i'll be too sentimental. i really hope you're doing more than well, that you're happy doing what you do.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ay-asterisms . . . the mutual who introduced me to so many others. i really have you to thank for what i have now, ay. truly. you brought me deeper into the hq fandom and introduced me to jennie, atlas, and others. we don't talk much but i'll say what ive mentioned before, you remind me so much of the sun. but not as the bringer of life and the ball we see every morning; a sun in the sense that you're a star closer to earth but still a star, still out there where there are multiple. the difference is that you just happen to bring a warmth that others can't provide for ones nearby.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @cryo-locket / @lo-cinno . . . you. im not even sure how we became mutuals, and my memory is pretty good. we just spawned in each other's zones one day and went yeah, alright. honestly, ive never said this to anyone, but you were one of the reasons i decided to focus more heavily on chinese. our interactions reminded me of why i wanted to relearn the language for myself: for the social connections. i genuinely love talking to you and always find myself laughing at our conversations. mainly because our timezone dif is so odd so it's always late in the evening when im on. your ebg was so fun and with all the pain it brought / hj, im so happy to have been part of it. thank you for putting up with my 2 am rambles and crack, hope you found laugh or two with them.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @pr3tty-jennie . . . you intimidated me when we first met. i still remember it actually: you had that kamninari theme and the most recent post on your blog was about how you couldn't remember the word for chandelier in english but knew it in french. you've been through so much, endured so much, and i respect you so much. always have, always will. your life story and the past don't define who you show as a person and im so amazed by that part of you. have a good day, good week, good rest of your life pretty girl :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @june-again . . . it's crazy, you know? crazy how far we've both drifted off from the original fandom that brought us together? but that's character development. speaking of that, ive gotten the absolute pleasure of seeing you grow as a person and go through the motions of life. it's always chill talking to you, jokes come easy hah! you're an amazing musician, june. amazing person, amazing at writing, amazing at music; you're outstanding so in the words of Freddy fazbear from security break, way to go superstar! i knew you could do it and i know you still can.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @junjiie . . . the seungmin to my minho, the other half of 2min, the self proclaimed jeno to my renjun (have yet to be a dreamzen my b :(() and the no. 1 solieber. i was serious when i said you're the reason my other blog exists; you've been the biggest hype person when it came down to me going out of my comfort zone and writing. i was so nervous going up to talk to you at first kjfdhgkj but now, you're just another silly guy in my phone screen :DD thank you for sending all your updates about life and putting up with mine even though they never get answered- seungmin to not only my minho, but hyunjin too, let's keep being #Silly, yeah?? it's already the actual new years day when you're receiving this so i hope the year is off to a good start.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @sohyuki . . . MINT im hoarding the ask that you sent me on christmas day. im always so happy when you've shown up on dash and while im sad about how you've let tumblr mainly behind, i know it's for the better since well, interactions have been shit and probably will never get back up to the standard we held them to, even with all the effort put in. you are such an amazing all around person and like i said in my christmas note to you, keep writing. hoard it, feed into it, you have something wonderful going on with it.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @kamiyatos . . . user kamiyatos!!! lee!!! HELLO!!! it's always such a pleasure to talk to you and i hope you know that i keep your ramble about malleus' character and your plot idea for him in the back of my mind constantly, even though that ask has been lost to my actions of deactivation on my old blog. you're the biggest ayato fan i know who supports my works about him vocally AND you understand my vision on his personality... it's truly touching, y'know? thank you for being there, even when we don't talk as much as we should. i hope this year has been kind on you and the next one is even kinder.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @yinyinggie . . . yingyingyingyingerkjshkjfdg ok this may come as a shock, or maybe you already knew and were just playing along, but we used to be mutuals before the summer of last year. secret identity revealed ig?? eh im sure if you dig far enough into my dark past™️ you'll find smth about it so im not going to say anything about it :P but! one thing has stayed the same for sure: you are so easy and so fun to talk to and make conversation with. you know that ramble i left on the astro twerk form about feedback for the server? yeah. im 100% truthful. you've made something so inclusive and positive, have done to much to get tumblr active, please know that your efforts aren't wasted. im sure they feel like it at times but i appreciate it so much. and im sure others have the same sentiment.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @mhiieee . . . MHIEEEEEEEE MY SCARA FAN !!!! i love and adore your works so much and not to mention your characterization of scaramouche is top tier. ive got a lot to learn from you, mhie; i don't think you realize how much there is to admire when it comes to you as a person. you find such meaning and connection in the words and the world, the sincerity that comes with it,,,,, it makes me want to sob and roll around while also simultaneously wanting to take your brain apart neuron by neuron and psychoanalyze you. not in the freudian way though. ive had the greatest honor of being able to interact with you on not just one, but two!!! servers!!! i think it's a little silly how much i smile when you reply to smth dumb ive said on disc. have a great new year :))

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ryuryuryuyurboat . . . RYUUUUUU literally the most stunning person to walk the planet ever like. hello??? our first interactions came from that ebg funny enough. does a little ★🪽 anon ring a bell? i only ever got around to sending you one sabo during that time but i hope you did enjoy what i came up with on the spot, i never was very good when it came down to kaeya's character. you are so intelligent and such an amazing individual, please always remember that.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @snobwaffles / @2nobwaffles . . . SNOB SNOB SNOB i always think of the pokemon when your name comes up. in my head, you will always be snom, the bug-ice type pokemon <33 IT'S SO FUN TALKING TO YOU and we haven't been mutuals for long either. im always thinking of the advice you left me when it came down to my rant about an irls party and there's something about the way you're able to appreciate and take note and find beauty int he smallest of things that get brought up. i wish you the complete best that 2024 has to off you. keep calm and snob on :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @itaerae & @mins-fins . . . im putting the two of you together because well, i met you both at the same time through the server. while i can't consider it and, ive never really had such an inviting time in a server, much less a network, as ive had in zumblr. really, it's you two that i owe thanks to. our silly little convos are so fun and im forever thankful that ive found people to talk to on a server for once.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @https-furina . . . the best server mother fr!!! omg it's so nice talking to you :((( i love the warmth of your words and how your emotions shine through text. it feels like i can practically envision the fond eyeball or the warm smile that you may or may not have on your face when messaging. i’ve had such a great time in the network and your pet names fjfbdjdbjdb have a great 2024 heh :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @lethwal & @astrinityy . . . i don't think you guys realize how fun it was when we were all "debating" and accusing me of being a furry. honestly, i haven't had to stifle laughter like that in the middle of the night as hard as i did for a small while. not too long but long enough. it was a breath of fresh air and it was genuinely amazing to just be able to put the present on the back burner and play around like that. even though it was kind of late for me when that was happening- ignore that. it's always late for me when im online atp. i hope we can get past those baseless accusations you have both placed on me tehe. have a happy new years, you two. ALSO YIXIN!! GA-MING PROTECTION SQUAD RISEEEEE

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @/zumblr . . . there's so many of you and i can't find the proper words to express the welcome i felt when added to the server. it was nerve wracking, ive never really gotten around to talking to that many people or being that open on the internet before. it's funny how one summer can bring you out of your shell a little, eh? and all bc of some guys on screen lmao. thank you for the support and im happy to have met such wonderful people. thank you, again. @urielphix I AM. DETERMINED TO READ ADAD JUST YOU WAIT

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ everyone else, all my mutuals as of now and past, who weren't mentioned or mutuals who want to read something again . . . hello!! im sorry to disappoint by not adding you properly and for not giving a personalized thanks; it wasn't anything against it you at all. reason 1) i probably forgot as um. goldfish brain or 2) we just became mutuals pretty recently and haven't had the chance to really talk much / have been sort of long term but haven't talked much.

either way though, thanks for sticking around! im not the most. literate person. sometimes LMAO and im far from being a proud person of skill when it comes to the right words to say to people but im always happy when people find something worth it in my silly words. i hope we get to interact more in the future, as long as you can put up with my inconsistent (to say the least) replies and brain boggling posts that come from the depths of the midnight zone, that is. get ready for the ride that is this. clusterfuck of a blog place. LMAO,,,, if you haven't already scrolled through my stuff. if you have then um ready for more??? fkdjhgkjlghf

if you've made it to the end, thank you. and why?? im not that interesting or cool as everyone makes me out to be. if you had told 2019 me on tumblr that 4 years later, id be posting my works for everyone to see and also be proud of my own poetry, i would have laughed and called you absolutely insane. some of you have sat through me going through different gender and pronoun crises on dash back in 2020, and some of you ive only met this month.

whatever our situation is, i wish all the best for everyone . i’ll support you guys until the end of the earth and then some. have the happiest of happy new years, may your futures always be brighter than you say they are, and i’ll see you later 💛

sincerely — sol / jun

#🔎. navi !#// do not perceive me im going to go curl up in a corner now #// ive never been this sentimental or thought out a personal post quite as much as this one #// vulnerability isn't my strong suit ok???#// i wish these were more put together TwT

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blackswallowtailbutterfly · 5 months ago

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My Garden Flowers Part 1

Just thought I'd give you all the garden tour. :) I will update when I get more photos. This is of course not counting any of my ferns or conifers as they don't flower. I might do a series of foliage posts, though. All photos mine, unedited.

In order of appearance:

001. Canada Plum (Prunus nigra) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet. I have her in a shady spot and she's fairly slow-growing but healthy.

002. Yellow Monkeyflower (Mimulus guttata) An annual that sadly doesn't seem to have reseeded despite flowering profusely last year. But maybe next year! That happens sometimes.

003. Boreal Yarrow (Achillea millefolia borealis) The place where she is is north-facing so she doesn't get quite as much sun as she'd like, so she can get a bit leggy but she still flowers so it's fine.

004. Canada Goldenrod (Solidago canadensis) Not pictured as I haven't got any pictures yet, but I will if she flowers this year. I actually had to move her because she had planted herself in a not ideal location in my garden. Which is fine because I wanted one anyway.

005. Vierhapper's Aster (Aster alpinus vierhapperi) This was supposed to be Canada goldenrod, but it's okay because Canada goldenrod planted herself. I relocated her to the intended spot and they get along fine together. Asters and goldenrods generally do. :)

006. Common Sunflower (Helianthus annuus) I did not plant this! Must have been given to me by a bird or squirrel. Sadly she didn't reseed. Oh well, she's a cultivar and I did get the wild type. Interesting to me that she actually flowered in that area when her cousin stubbornly refuses to.

007. Obedient Plant (Physostegia virginiana) This refers to the fact you can move the flowers around, not to the behaviour of the plant, which is very aggressive.

008. Black Chokeberry (Aronia melanocarpa) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

009. Enchanter's Nightshade (Circaea lutetiana) I didn't plant her; she just started coming up everywhere when I removed the grass. She is not a nightshade. I've learned that even people interested in planting natives regard her as a weed. I disagree. She's not aggressive to other plants and she's pretty.

010. Northern Gooseberry (Ribes oxyacanthoides) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

011. New Jersey Tea (Ceanothus americanus) Haven't tried her for tea yet, but she's a lovely little bush.

012. Sunchokes (Helianthus tuberosa) Aforementioned cousin of the common sunflower. Not pictured as she keeps making her flowerbuds too late in fall so the frost gets them before they can open.

013. Potato Bean (Apios americana) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

014. Common Milkweed (Asclepias syriaca) SUPER fragrant, especially in the evening. This is an aggressive plant but worth it for the flowers, the fragrance, and the butterflies they attract. Not to mention the young shoots, flower clusters, young leaves, and young seedpods are all edible if cooked properly!

015. Northern Bayberry (Myrica pennsylvanica) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet. Her leaves are nice and evergreen, though.

016. Virginia Strawberry (Fragaria virginiana) Also known as "wild strawberry", but so is her cousin. She flowers reliably every spring but no strawberries yet. The flowers themselves are edible but I keep hoping she'll make strawberries. lol

017. Nannyberry (Viburnum lentago) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

018. Riverbank Grape (Vitis riparia) Not the greatest picture, but the point is I will get grapes one of these years!

019. False Sunflower (Heliopsis helianthoides) It was hard to pick a favourite photo. They're really quite stunning. She blooms from July until the frosts of October. :)

020. Canadian Serviceberry (Amelanchier canadensis) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet. She's a wee little tree in the shade for now.

021. New England Aster (Symphyotrichum novae-angliae) Probably the most attractive of the Symphyotrichum asters, to be honest. The flowers are more compact than most of her relatives while still being a decent size, and the colour is much more saturated too. And the bees absolutely love her. But that doesn't stop me enjoying other asters!

022. Common Elder (Sambucus canadensis) She almost died when I potted her for the move. See I dug up as much of her taproot as I could, but she'd already gone quite deep and I had to break it. But she lived! She's quite big now and has these wonderful lacy white elderflowers every year, with elderberries to follow.

023. Coralberry (Symphoricarpos orbiculata) Not pictured as I didn't get any pictures yet. Should have when I first got her. She was in flower then. She hasn't since.

024. Black Raspberry (Rubus occidentalis) Not pictured as I don't have pictures yet. Don't know why. lol I've taken pictures of the berries. I'll remember next year.

025. Fox Geranium (Geranium robertianum) A true geranium I managed to trade for last year. You mostly find these in the woods and now I have her in my garden.

026-027. Common Hops male and female flowers (Humulus lupulus) I can't remember which is which, but yeah! I could flavour beer if I was a brewer. :)

028. American Spikenard (Aralia racemosa) Another one with lacy little white flowers, and it looks like some of them are going to fruit!

029. Silverweed (Argentina anserina) After several failed attempts, this one has finally taken off. Truly lives up to her name in the spring and has these nice yellow flowers later on.

030. Hoary Vervain (Verbena stricta) The name must refer to the leaves, which are kind of blue-grayish, because the flowers are just a nice purple.

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daybringersol · 1 year ago

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headcannons about chip, christianity in mana, his internalised homophobia and its relationship with his repressed fire powers :

// tw for religious trauma, christianity, manipulation, trauma and death mentions

in mana, christianity is the religion of the outcasts, most people worship aster and/or lunadeis, but pirates, criminals and the lower class in general adds another “god” to the pantheon : jesus, as he was portrayed in the bible, a human with divine links to a god unknown who took care of the unfortunate, poor and marginalized. his tales are mostly relayed through oral tradition, so depending on where you are, his teachings and worships changes a lot. in most cases, jesus and his unknown god is just an addition to the already existing pantheon of gods and leviathans of mana, and not the only true god. some people with bad intentions sometimes twists his teachings to fit their worldview and influence others, but they pretty much never have enough systemic power to change much outside of their inner circles.

when chip was a kid living on the streets, he was way too worried about his survival to think about love, and all the other kids (of all genders) that hed find cute were always much more higher class than him anyways. his powers were pretty weak, tho still wildly uncontrolled. it just felt like the small flames that kept appearing around him liked him and wanted to help him rather than him having any control over them. he sometimes heard whispers of jesus and his teachings, but didnt really understand what it was and didnt really care.

when the black rose took him on, most people on the crew were christians, tho in a old sailor way. tales of jesus mixed with those of ancient sea beasts would flourish on the deck of the black rose, and the lessons he learned from them were about hope, about universal love, about helping those in needs. about getting your hands dirty through work and knowing youd get to heaven, while those high class corrupt rulers, bourgeois and officers would rot in hell for what theyd done to your world. chips fire magic, while still uncontrolled, grew and took on a life of his own, tho itd usually cower away in times of distress, much to chips dismay. for his bisexuality, chip was much more concerned about his life on the ship, and didnt care for love during that time.

when the hole in the sea happened, chip was too stressed out and his powers did nothing. thats when he decided that he needed to harness them, to train himself to actually control them so that maybe he could help of something like this happened again.

so when price found chip, he was prime for being manipulated into the mafia. he was lonely, lost everything he add, needed guidance, needed someone to train him and.. also had a crush on price. for the first time, he felt obsession, something that again, he couldnt control, that he needed to harness, to tame. the mafias christianity was much more strict than the black roses, and tried more to extrapolate the values of jesus’s unknown god than to follow him as an example. since romance was nothing but a distraction/weakness, the crew was mostly male-dominated and that femininity was seen as weak and, homosexuality as feminine, love, especially male homosexuality, was very frowned upon, and considered as a sin. emotional volatility, and thus, the uncontrollability of chips power are too. price did return chip’s advances sometimes, but only for the purposes of manipulating him into being even more loyal to the gang. there, price trained him to shackle both his fire powers and his desires, to keep the good parts ( power / social status that male heterosexuality gives ), but to annihilate the bad parts ( wildness / vulnerability of emotional connections and social nonconformity / bisexuality ). the fact that he is a bastard also plays into this, since he now is conditioned to believe that the fact that hes alive in itself is sinful ; thus, he needs to be perfect to repay for his original sin. when everything breaks, that price asks him to kill a man and that he flees, is whole world is shaken apart and his trauma of losing everything once before resurfaces. his emotions and powers were taken advantage of, and his trauma response is to simply lock away both the good and the bad inside of himself, after feeling their full intensity one last time ( the heartbreak of seeing prices manipulation, loving him anyways and being deeply afraid of that / letting the wildness of his fire engulf the mafia headquarters ). even most of his memories of it are locked away.

with the crew of the albatross, he slowly unlearns the values burned into him by price and his crew. he sees people who are like him, who love him, tho it takes a very long time to internalize that they aren’t just with him for his usefulness, that his sin is just as inconsequential as theirs. he tries his hands as doing as he did before, flirting with women (that hes genuinely attracted to) for social status, but his fear leaves him stunted and awkward. same with his powers, when he finally learns again to use them, is it very controlled, and thus weaker. he doesnt trust himself with the “bad” parts of his identity, hes barely able to control the “good” ones. when gillion kisses him, he, for a moment, lets himself go, lets his obsession breathe and exist, but as soon as the moment is over, he put his guard up tenfold. it takes a LOT of time to him to figure out how he feels for gillion, but once he does, he feels like atlas, holding of his shoulder the gravity of his sin. he does not tell anyone for months, view his feelings and himself as dirty, as something that should be kept hidden, especially since gillion is someone of much higher class and with a much greater destiny than him. he rushes into broom closets to have panic attacks after particularly intimate combat training, writes letters and poems that he keeps under a floorboard. he fully knows that jay is also bisexual, but in his head, its different if two women are together, since thats not ever something that was talked about at all with prices gang ( there were barely any women ). he also fully knows that gillion is asexual, and in his head, that proves gillions inherent superiority, since he is less vulnerable to being led astray by his desires. also, chip is much too caught up in his own shit to care what other people do.

anyways, heres a quote that fits pretty well

#jrwi show #jrwi podcast #jrwiblr #jrwi riptide #chip jrwi #jrwi chip #jrwi hc #jrwi hcs #jrwi fnc

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approximately20eggs · 2 months ago

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Tell me about your OCs. I need something to distract me.

💙💙

I've got a good handful since the last time I posted about them! We've got:

Joy (17, he/him), a tiefling wild magic sorcerer for dnd. he is autistic about flowers and has so much trauma and abandonment issues and guilt. very much stuck in the past while simultaneously running from it

Aster (18, any/all), my candela obscura character, who is a former butler that's so very pissed about class divides and is being blackmailed into working with candela obscura

Dorian (24, he/him), my character for dragonbane! he is heir to a wealthy and influential noble family but he's not coping well with the pressure of responsibility and fell out of a carriage on purpose because his parents wanted him to meet a girl and he panicked

the bladesinger (it/they). can't say much more on this one but its got the flat affect monotone swag of the century and takes everything 100% literally. doesn't understand what a "lie" is because it doesn't understand why you would say something that's not true

honorary mention for the spuneras because I think I was still posting regularly when they came to be but I don't think I ever said much about them. they are a system (Valrynn, she/her, and Lumarin, he/him) and they are a drow barbarian

any pique your interest? happy to talk about any of them more :)

#miss-lost-and-found #asks #posts from the carton

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halfetirosie · 8 months ago

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✿ The Sweet Taste of Victory [and Sappiness] ✿

(Marvels 13-14 React-os!)

1) I FUCKIN CALLED IT!!!!!!!

See, I told you that the Phantom Thief designed this wild goose chase because he was a sentimental brat that wanted to promote/revive this coffee shop!!!!

FUCK YEAH, I KNEW IT!!!!!

2) REIIIIII!!!! SWEETIEEEEEEE!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

(⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ◡ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝)

I feel like a mom watching her grumpy-ass kid playing nicely/making friends with the other kids for the first time.....

♡♡♡♡♡ I'm so proudddddd!!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

3) FUCK YEAH, MORE CONFIRMATION THAT MY THEORY WAS TRUE!!!!!

Yeah so, this is the same old man that was seen briefly in a previous chapter, whom someone else theorized at the time was the Phantom Thief in disguise. I also believe that theory now; and as I myself theorized about Phantom, he's been a regular at this shop for many years.

Now, given this new information about how Phantom first found the shop, here's a new mini theory; the "stir" he caused in town was likely one of the times he was being a menace to the nobility, like Aster had mentioned---Or, it might be referring to the time that he escaped custody after getting caught.

Furthermore---

Leaving a random feather when he disappears, huh?

I fuckin knew it, THIS PHANTOM THIEF DUDE IS A CROW YOKAI!!!!

Fuck, all of this validation is gonna make me dizzy!!! :D

4) Yakumo once again being manhandled to Blade... XD

At least this time he's just being tugged around, rather than being picked up and practically flying through the air...

5) Rei is secretly the biggest softie of them all, Exhibit 744:

FUCK, his smile is so damn prettyyyyy....

Seriously tho; Rei socializing and warming up to Eiden and the others is so goddamn healing.

We LOVE to see it!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

7) Ah, hell....

Oh no, he's gonna say it---

*Dry heaving*

Oh fuck, oh GOD, it's too sweet!!!!!!!

It's EDMOND-LEVELS OF SUGARY SWEET!!!!!

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

OH FUCK, SEND HELP!!!! IT'S TOO GODDAMN SWEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

(I say, as if I don't eat up sappy stories like this on the regular...)

Gotta love a happy ending! (≧∇≦)

♡ End of report! ♡

#nu carnival #nu: carnival #nu carnival rei #nu carnival blade #nu carnival yakumo #nu carnival eiden #nu carnival event reactions

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butterscotch-goat · 7 months ago

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The OC post

Last update: October 6, 2024

This is gonna be a long one, folks!

This post contains pretty much everything you'll need to know about my OCs. Character profiles, references, plot summaries and timelines.

I'm not the best at words, which is why I usually draw, but I hope this post is relatively comprehensible. I want to save the actual good stuff for the projects when they're finished, so most of the details will be described without much of the mood or tone (if that makes sense,, I don't know).

If anything changes about my OCs, I'll update this post, it just might take me a while to do so.

Friendly reminder that: I love fan art, I love headcanons, I love people kinning my OCs, all that good stuff! My asks are always open if you have questions.

Escapism

Escapism is my fantasy-horror project that I plan to make into a comic/graphic novel. It takes place in 1880s-1890s England.

Vibe-wise I want it to be like a mix between Camp Here And There and The Glass Scientists.

Warnings for; brief discussion of homophobia, medical malpractice, mentions of death via natural causes + suicide + public execution

See #buttersketch escapism for art, and #butterstalk escapism for text posts or rambles! You can also look at the characters on toyhouse to scroll through their galleries.

Some of the character descriptions might repeat parts of other descriptions. (Obviously) All their stories intertwine but I still want to have a relative idea of each character on their own if you were only looking at a specific one.

Summary

Escapism follows Aster Jones, a magician in an era in which any expression of magic is against the law. She stumbles upon two pseudo-scientist med-school dropouts who have dedicated their lives to secretly studying magic. She begins to live with the two, Beatrice Pho and Charles Taylor, and agrees to take part in their experiments and research, but they keep asking more and more of her. Charles is espescially zealous, while Beatrice is doing her best to keep Aster and Charles happy and relatively sane.

Main Characters

Aster David Jones - The Sacrifice

MTF, she/they • demiromantic demisexual lesbian • symbol: lamb

Aster's playlist - Aster & Beatrice's playlist - Aster & Charles' playlist - Manor Trio's playlist

Basics

Aster is very shy and prefers to stay quiet and reserved, only speaking when she finds it necessary. She's rather sheltered and doesn't trust easily, and though she's blunt and intimidating to some, once you get to know her she's a compassionate and gentle person who cares deeply about those close to her (unless your name is Charles Taylor).

She enjoys reading and writing, her journals often being her only solace. She used to be a tailor and still makes her own clothes.

She has botanokinesis, the ability to control plants. She doesn't know the specifics of how her magic works, and doesn't necessarily care to know; it feels natural to her to use it, whether that entails sprouting flowers, shooting vines up from the ground in subconscious self-defense, restoring a withered garden, etc. It seems to be somewhat tied to her emotional state.

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Backstory

Aster was forbidden from leaving the house as a child, her parents not wanting the town to find out that she's magic, and was therefore incredibly lonely. One day when she was fifteen she left the house while her parents were at work to explore the town. She was unable to contain herself and unknowingly caused flowers to sprout wherever she went, leading the townspeople to realize she was magic. They immediately tried to detain her, intending on getting her in jail or on the gallows. In the panic of it all, plants surrounding Aster went wild, one particularly prickly vine even dislodging her left eye, permanently replacing it with "magical residue," some sort of roots stuck in her eye socket. When Aster's mother Elizabeth emerged from the crowd, making her way home from work, Aster thought her mother was going to help her, but instead she told Aster not to come home and walked away. Aster had to fend for herself with the crowd, trying not to hurt anyone, refusing to use her magic to harm anyone in fear that it would make her the monster they were all convinced she was. She managed to get away and ran as fast as she could until the crowd stopped chasing her.

She made her way into the next town over, Amberfield, as inconspicuously as she could. She managed to sprout some leaves that she could transform to function as bandages to cover her left eye with and come up with the lie that she'd gotten an injury in an oven fire accident. She was found by Eleanor Robins, a local tailor, who took her in and gave her a job. Aster worked as a tailor's apprentice (and evenutally tailor) for four more years. She did her best to stay hidden, but was friendly to customers (for her own safety) and generally well-liked. Some time during that period she started wondering what she might look like wearing the dresses she was always making for other women.

In 1889, Robins discovered Aster's magical nature, having walked in on her changing the bandages. Robins immediately went looking for the police after locking Aster inside her room. Aster, without any time to gather her belongings, escaped through a window and ran away into the woods.

After a month or so of wandering aimlessly, surviving only on what fruits and vegetables she had the energy to grow herself, she saw a light between the trees on a rainy night. She ran toward it and found a secluded manor, in excellent condition, if not maybe a little neglected. She approached the door without even thinking, forgetting about the flowers growing out of her skull, but she didn't care. She had found shelter. She knocked, and a young man in grieving clothes and a cheerful girl his age answered, ecstatic at the sight of a magician, happy to offer Aster a home.

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Story

Throughout the plot, Aster is put through various grueling medical trials and experiments, Charles obsessed with finding the "cause" of magic, Beatrice being his accomplice despite Aster and Beatrice's relationship. Aster has to fight for her humanity while facing betrayal, emotional manipulation, guilt over her past actions, and her autonomy being ripped from her over and over again, whether that means being treated like a specimen or like an idol. But despite all that, she will continue to live. She will thrive, even if she has to wilt on the floor for a while. She makes sure of it.

Beatrice Pho - The Traitor

Intersex, female, she/her • bisexual lesbian • symbol: mourning dove (or birds in general)

Beatrice's playlist - Beatrice & Aster's playlist - Beatrice & Charles' playlist - Manor Trio playlist

Basics

Beatrice is charming, witty, and gregarious, but also very unsure of herself. She's a big people pleaser and has a savior complex, putting others before her even in the most unnecessary situations.

She grew up without many friends, outcast for her behaviors and interests, until she and Charles met when they were both ten. They became instant best friends and have been close ever since.

She has undiagnosed rheumatoid arthritis, as she never wanted to make a big deal out of her pain (despite how unbearable it got). She wraps her hands and feet in bandages to help with the swelling and blood flow, and she used a crutch as a child before getting a sturdier cane as an adult.

She likes to stay busy and one of her favorite past times is cooking, despite being a bit of a picky eater. She also enjoys reading plays and poetry; her and Charlie would act out scenes and poems together as children. And despite her insecurities about her skill, she loves to sing, and often does so around the house while completing other tasks.

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Backstory

Beatrice was quite the trouble-maker as a teen, often sneaking out to see Charlie and take him to theaters or fairs, him always anxious about getting in trouble.

The two both had a fondness for science, and while exploring the back rooms of a library she definitely wasn't supposed to be in, Beatrice came across an old, ridiculously illegal book on magic. The information was almost guaranteed to be outdated and inaccurate, but she thought it was interesting. She showed it to Charles after sneaking into his room at the dead of night, and while he protested at looking at illegal material, once he did he became absolutely enthralled. The two decided to become surgeons and use their knowledge to secretly study magic on the side.

Beatrice and Charles went to the same university, but it was very far from home, it being the closest that would allow both men and women to attend. And even then, Beatrice cross-dressed once or twice to get into watching some live procedures (once again causing Charlie to worry about getting in trouble, but they never did).

The two studied at school for two years until Charlie got a letter informing him that his mother had passed away from illness. Beatrice was devastated along with Charlie, as the Taylors had become a second family to her. The two got on a train back home as soon as they could, but when they arrived they found the house eerily empty. No groundskeepers, housekeepers, cooks, etc to be found. The two searched around the house for Charlie's father, only to find that he'd hung himself in his bedroom. Beatrice took Charles to his room (after he had promptly thrown up on the carpet) while she went out to find Winston, a groundskeeper and a trusted friend. He took care of most of the matters, wanting to spare Beatrice and Charles any more misery, but the two still had to organize and show up to the funeral.

Charles dragged his feet the whole way, resentful towards his father and angry at the whole situation. He was usually good at putting up a respectable-young-gentleman face while at social events, but he didn't have it in him to do so during the funeral. Beatrice was doing her best to keep him happy, to encourage him, to give him time to breathe and mourn, but he refused. He insisted they moved to the secluded Taylor Manor to study magic in private, unable to wait until finished with medical school anymore. Wanting to support her best friend, of course, Beatrice agreed.

A few months into their new home, a stranger in blue, drenched in rain and mud, knocks at their door. To their delight, it's a magician. Beatrice and Charles offer the magician, Aster Jones, a home at the manor, ecstatic at a new potential friend and resource.

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Story

Beatrice is, first and foremost, Charles' best friend. She's been with him for everything and separating from him sounds completely implausible. Because of this, when Aster arrives and Charles gradually treats her worse and worse, Beatrice can rarely ever bring herself to interfere. Beatrice resorts to just comforting Aster, stitching up her wounds, replacing her bandages, etc. Beatrice genuinely does love Aster, and the two eventually forming a romantic relationship, but that doesn't stop Beatrice from betraying Aster's trust per Charles' request for an experiment. It completely destroys Beatrice to do so, but again, it doesn't stop her. She can't disappoint her best friend. She's the only one he has. After six or so months of Aster refusing to see her because of the betrayal (that period of time I have dubbed Aster's hermit arc) and Beatrice becoming somewhat of a test subject herself, she slowly, very slowly, starts lowering her support of Charles. She she still loves him, she still thinks he's a good person at heart, but over time she stops being as active as she once was in their research. Beatrice and Aster make up and become good friends again, eventually restoring their romantic relationship as well, as Beatrice does her best to break old habits.

Charles Simon Taylor

Male, he/him • grayromantic graysexual bi • symbol: bee

Charles' playlist - Charles & Beatrice's playlist - Charles & Aster's playlist - Manor Trio's playlist

Basics

Charles is a friendly and personable gentleman. To most. Charles is a bit eccentric and not the best at regulating his emotions, but he is a master at repression, so unless your name is Beatrice Pho, you might not know how ruthlessly driven and dedicated of a person Charles is. His greatest passion in life is human anatomy and physiology, or more specifically, magician anatomy and physiology.

Aside from his interest in science, Charles is also an incredibly gifted pianist, and dabbled in organ playing as a teenager. He refuses to play in front of anyone, save for his parents and maybe performing for guests when they could convince him to.

He grew up in a wealthy and loving family and though there were plenty of other kids his age around fairly often for social gatherings, he never felt himself truly connecting with anyone until he and Beatrice met when they were both ten and became instant best friends.

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Backstory

Charles was a rather reserved child and in his free time would read for hours in his backyard, which is how he and Beatrice met; she had gotten lost while exploring some woodland and stumbled into Charles, and the two connected near-instantly over their shared interests.

The two both had a fondness for science, and one night Charles was awoken by Beatrice breaking into his room to show him a long-since outlawed book on "Faustian Anatomy" that she stole from the back rooms of a library. While at first Charles was horrified at the illegally-attained illegal book, after flipping through the pages his heart was set on the topic and he became obsessed with finding out as much as he could about magic.

Charles and Beatrice went to the same university, but it was very far from home, it being the closest that would allow both men and women to attend. Charles would often overwork himself and Beatrice would have to make him go to bed. He would learn to appreciate it.

The two studied at school for two years until Charles got a letter informing him that his mother had passed away from illness. The two were devastated, Charles practically frozen at the spot where he first read the news. Beatrice packed up most of their things and the two got on a train back home as soon as they could. When they arrived they found the house eerily empty. No groundskeepers, housekeepers, cooks, etc. to be found. The two searched around the house for Charles' father, only to find that he'd hung himself in his bedroom. Beatrice took Charles to his room (after he had promptly thrown up on the carpet) while she went out to find Winston, a groundskeeper and a trusted friend. He took care of most of the matters, wanting to spare Charles and Beatrice but the two still had to organize and show up to the funeral.

Charles did not want to attend the funeral and told Beatrice it was a waste of time. She got him to though, eventually. He didn't have it in him to put up his gentleman persona this time, though. He refused to talk to anyone unless necessary and clung to Beatrice the entire time, his hand never leaving hers.

After the event was over, the two went back home. Beatrice laid down on a couch in the living room while Charles sat down at the piano. Beatrice was only a room away, so she could probably hear him, but this time, he didn't care. He played for hours, violently almost; the piano was practically out of tune once he was done.

When Beatrice heard the playing stop she approached Charles and asked what their next move would be. Charles had decided not to return to university, but instead to move to the secluded Taylor Manor so they could study magic privately; he didn't want to wait until they were done with med school anymore, now more aware that he had a time limit. Beatrice agreed and they set off for the manor.

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Story

Charles is obsessed with doing something of notoriety with his studies. His passion for science is genuine, his love for how the human body works and behaves is real, but ultimately all of his actions are done hoping that they'll amount to something that will ensure his name will be regarded highly after his own death. He pushes not only himself, but Aster and Beatrice to doing more experiments, more intense procedures, he's desperate to find out anything about magic and he keeps hitting dead ends. Over the course of the story this desperation drives him further and further down the drain and into madness. But he never stops. He never admits to himself that he might be doing something wrong, even if he knows deep down, he keeps it deep down. And he does until his last breath, which comes sooner than he'd so desperately wanted.

Grace Mary Williams - The Victim

female, she/her • bi-spec, a-spec • symbol: white-tailed deer

Grace's playlist - Grace & Martha's playlist - City Trio's playlist

Basics

Grace is a quiet but kind girl. She's a bit of a wallflower; people don't really know her, but everyone agrees that she's "nice". She has pretty intense mood swings and forces herself to repress her feelings until she's at home or in another relatively private place, leaving her sort of mellow otherwise. She's grateful for her friends, Martha and Eli, as she struggles to believe she's worth anyone's time.

Grace possesses healing magic; she doesn't know the specifics of it, but it seems to only be effective on other people, and the worse the injury the more it takes out of Grace to heal. She often gets a sort of euphoria from performing her magic, though.

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Backstory

Grace's brother Georgie died at fourteen when Grace was only four, and her mother Aria has been inconsolable ever since. Grace's father Daryl is struggling trying to support his wife and child both emotionally and financially, Aria unable to work. This leaves Grace feeling inadequate no matter what she does, along with giving her a debilitating fear of death, intrusive thoughts about what lies beyond plaguing her near constantly.

Grace sees a lot of herself in her mother and tries not to think about it.

Grace and Eli met when they were younger, maybe seven or so, and could connect over not fitting in with their peers, Eli being bullied (for various reasons) and Grace feeling sort of...stuck where she is. The two befriend Martha soon after, as she works at the same cannery Grace does, and was also alienated by the other kids. Martha can be a lot for Grace sometimes, but she can't help but admire Martha's compassion and pride. Slowly, Grace and Martha fall in love, Grace somehow more worried about it than Martha's hyper-religious self. Eli and Martha were always happy to distract Grace from whatever thought had pierced her mind at the time.

Despite Eli and Martha's good company, Grace can't help but feel lonely and unfulfilled. That changes when one day, Martha's finger get caught in a piece of machinery and mangled terribly. Grace pulls her outside to a hidden alleyway and heals it. Grace had only fully realized that she was magic recently (she was thirteen at the time) and Martha was in awe at Grace's gift. She was convinced that God had blessed Grace, and was beyond thankful. Martha encouraged Grace to heal the next person who got into a factory accident, still keeping it secret, of course. While Grace was wary, she did the next time someone got hurt, and the praise felt so fulfilling. Grace was loved. She did something worthwhile.

So she continued. In secret, she would heal people. It spread beyond just the cannery, eventually complete strangers with ailments who had heard of "a little girl in a mourning shawl" that could fix them. Grace was happy to help, of course. People shared Martha's sentiment that Grace had been gifted by the Lord, and Grace started to listen. She was at an all-time high, helping people and receiving so much love and affection in return.

Over time, more and more people started to approach Grace. Lines formed, and the crowds became larger, more difficult to hide in the alleyways and behind the factories. Martha saw this as a wonderful thing; all the people that Grace could save. Eli didn't speak up much, but he didn't seem happy. Grace, once again, felt stuck. It was becoming too much for her, but how could she deny these people the help they need?

She became irritable and started to feel that mellowness take over again. She wasn't even sure if the person all the crowds was praising was even her.

One day, she couldn't take it anymore and snapped, refusing to heal any more people for the day. One unknown person took offense to that and turned Grace into the police, Grace being arrested in her front yard the next day.

Daryl brought Grace her nicest dress to wear to the court hearing, hoping there was some sort of chance for Grace to make a good impression and be spared.

The trial and sentencing was quick; Grace would be hanged for her Faustian nature and action on Wednesday morning.

Grace was kept in a crowded cell with various other children, but she was the only one who was set to die. Eli and Martha would stack on top of each other to reach the small barred window and visit Grace the days before her execution. Martha knew she couldn't stomach to attend the execution, so she offered instead to play piano at the church across the way from the gallows; give Grace something nice to listen to, something to distract her. Grace accepted the offer, unsure whether it'd matter much.

The morning of her execution, the other kids in the cell tried to protect Grace, but she was frozen and unable to fight back herself. She was detained, dragged outside, and led to the gallows. Eli was in the crowd watching the execution and tried to get Grace to focus on him, and told her to listen for the piano. As Grace mounted the steps, she managed to hear Martha's playing over the people. As the sack was put over her head she recognized the tune; "Amazing Grace". Of course Martha chose to play "Amazing Grace" for her. Grace laughed. It was stupid and ridiculous, but she laughed. She was happy for that last moment.

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Grace is already on the steps to the gallows when Aster (the POV character) first sees her, but she has a great impact on the rest of the story. When Charles gets Aster to steal Grace's corpse with him (for research purposes), Aster is as careful as she can be, making sure Charles is handling the body gently, wanting to protect Grace even then. Martha glorifies Grace after her death and because of that Aster feels connected to Grace and grows a disdain for Martha. It doesn't last long, as Martha learns the error of her ways, but Aster still feel like she owes Grace something, in some way. When Martha is able to return home Aster is the one to suggest she take a piece of Grace's dissected back, for some sort of remembrance. When they arrive in Martha's hometown, Aster gives Grace some daffodils at her empty grave.

Martha Virginia Burke - The Heretic

demigirl, she/her • lesbian • symbol: praying mantis

Martha's playlist - Martha & Grace's playlist - City Trio's playlist

Basics

Martha is extremely outgoing and loves talking to people. However, she struggles to make friends for a handful of reasons; she gets really loud sometimes, she's really into her "weird" interests, and she has an optimistic outlook on life, which people interpret as naivete, when in fact, she's incredibly responsible and rather mature. She's forgetful and scatter-brained, sure, but she takes care of her five younger brothers and is a hard worker both at home and at the cannery. But still, people can't see her as anything but a childish, bug-obsessed weirdo.

Despite missing an index finger, Martha enjoys playing piano, and often does for church services. All she knows how to play are hymns, but that's fine by her.

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Backstory

Martha is the oldest child in a family of eight; two parents, six children. Both of Martha's parents worked, so Martha often had to help with her brothers, and she was happy to do so. It could overwhelm her easily, though, so the second-oldest (Archie) got used to helping around too.

Martha was raised in an extremely Christian household, and she has a good relationship with her faith that doesn't falter all that much, even though her interpretation of her religion doesn't always line up with her peers'. She never understood why her partner, Grace, was so worried about their relationship conflicting with the church. Martha couldn't imagine her God hating anyone for loving someone, especially someone as wonderful as Grace, and her mind wasn't budging on that fact. Of course, that didn't stop Martha from feeling awful about how people used her religion to justify hate, but it was more confusion than anything.

Martha has two friends (the other kids unwilling to even feign an acquaintance with her), Eli and Grace, and they're all extremely close, sharing everything with each other and spending every free minute they have exploring the city.

When Grace revealed to Martha she was magic via healing Martha's mangled index, Martha told her that it was a blessing from God. She thought it was wondrous, and encouraged Grace to share her gift with the other kids in need. Martha helped to keep Grace's magic a secret and would always find secluded spots for Grace to heal people at. Martha was ecstatic to see Grace happy and fulfilled, it being a rare occurrence in Grace's life. Martha was so caught up in her admiration and love for Grace that she hardly saw a problem when the crowds of people wanting to be healed started growing bigger. It came as a complete shock to Martha when Grace blew up that fateful day and refused to heal any more people. Martha wanted so desperately to console her, to apologize for unwittingly pushing her to the brink, but Grace had fled from the scene before Martha had the chance.

A day later, Grace was arrested. Martha hardly got to see her before the whole ordeal went down, having to return to work with this unprocessed knowledge of Grace's detainment weighing on her mind.

Martha and Eli snuck out every night to visit Grace at the jail, checking up on her, getting updates. The night that Grace's death sentence had been announced, Martha could barely speak, but she offered to play the piano at the church across the way from the gallows to give Grace something to distract herself with as she walked towards her doom. Grace accepted.

The night before Grace's execution, Martha could only apologize. Over and over again, sobbing, apologizing for doing this to Grace. Grace didn't know how to respond.

When Eli and Martha were walking home after that night, Eli suddenly started shouting at Martha about how it was all her fault and how Grace would be dead by tomorrow because of her. Martha internalized it, she'd practically already admitted guilt herself, but that didn't stop her from breaking into tears again. She felt awful that Eli was the one comforting Martha once he felt bad for yelling. She didn't deserve his mercy.

The morning of Grace's death, Eli walked Martha to the church and told her to pick something good to play before walking off to attend the execution. Martha had already picked the song; "Amazing Grace". She knew it by heart, and hoped it might make Grace laugh.

Eli returned later that morning to tell Martha it was done. The two huddled on the floor of the empty church, unsure of what to do next.

That night, Martha couldn't sleep, of course. Her house was close to the church, and she could see the gallows out her window if she wanted to, but Eli made her promise she wouldn't look. He said Grace's body was being temporarily left up as an example. Martha obeyed his request until she heard something coming from where the gallows would be; poorly hushed arguing, the creaks of the wooden stairs. Martha, almost impulsively, looked to see who was there. She saw two silhouettes; a cloaked man and woman, stealing Grace's corpse. Without thinking, Martha dashed out the window and ran as fast as she could to the gallows to stop them. When Martha accidentally let it slip that she was close with Grace, the man grew excited and insisted Martha go with him, one Charles Taylor, and his companion Aster Jones, back to their manor so Martha could give them information on Grace. Martha was, strangely calmly and gently, blackmailed and threatened into agreeing.

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Story

Martha first appears to Aster (the POV character) when she stops her and Charles at the gallows. When she's taken back to the manor, Martha glorifies Grace after her death and because of that Aster feels connected to Grace and grows a disdain for Martha. It doesn't last long, as Martha learns the error of her ways as she gets to know Aster and Beatrice.

Martha immediately felt a connection to Beatrice upon first seeing her in the manor; she wore masculine clothes, she liked girls, she would talk a lot and was sort of scrambled like Martha was, but no one was upset at her for it. Aster intimidated Martha a bit, if not because she was part of her passive-kidnapping, but Aster manages to connect with Martha over time, the two sharing their experiences and traumas with each other.

Beatrice homeschools Martha to the best of her ability, and Martha is ecstatic to finally be able to read about bugs and the Bible. She's not a fan of math, but everything else is very fun for her.

As part of an experiment, Charles (who at this point is rarely seen outside his study or the lab) dismembers Martha's other index as well as his own to compare how they each heal, as Martha's first lost index was healed with magic, Charles theorizing the magic may still have an influence on her and affect the healing process of the second lost index, and his own finger functions as a control sample.

While Martha is terrified of Charles, he seems to want her respect and thinks his "accomplishments" are impressive. He shares some traits with Martha, both of them even playing piano, but she's determined to not end up like him, which is another factor in her learning not to idolize Grace as Charles idolizes Aster.

Elijah "Eli" Abrams

male, they/he • aromantic gay • symbol: crow

Eli's playlist - City Trio's playlist

Basics

Eli is very snarky and confident in himself and has pride in his tough skin. He grew up on the streets, orphaned as a child, and has worked as a newsie all his life. As much as the other boys picking on him for his club foot or his lack of interest in the opposite sex, they're the closest thing he has to a family and is grateful for them. They all have each other's backs when it comes down to it, but again, that doesn't spare Eli from some vicious bullying.

Eli doesn't have the time or money for any real hobbies, but he is a natural-born performer, which makes him a great newsie. He likes sneaking into theaters and vaudeville shows when he can.

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Backstory

Eli doesn't remember much of his parents and doesn't care to all that much. He's got a steady enough living now.

Eli met Grace when they were both seven or so, and as they grew Eli felt like he had a responsibility to take her under his wing; god knows her parents weren't taking enough care of her. But, he still needed to keep up his snarky and uncaring front, so he avoided getting too clingy. The two befriended Martha later on and they all became extremely close.

Eli was the most worried about Grace when she started performing magic for people other than Eli and Martha. He knew more than anyone how quickly someone's life can be cut short; he can't count the amount of lifeless bodies he's walked past, and he's woken up to a dead newsie slumped next to him more than once. He just wants to keep him and his friends under the radar long enough to make it to adulthood. But when he saw how happy it made Grace to help people and to be loved in return- he couldn't take that away from her. So he stood by the sidelines as the crowds got bigger and more demanding. Martha noticed he was starting to keep his distance, but she didn't know what that meant, so she continued to encourage Grace to use her gift to help people.

When Grace finally broke and refused to heal any more people, Eli was shocked, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't relish it. He was excited that Grace was finally standing up for herself, but of course, that triumph didn't last long.

When Grace was arrested and sentenced to death for her magic, Eli was furious. The night before Grace's death Eli blew up at Martha, shouting at her that it was all her fault. Partially because she was the only person around, but a big part of him really did blame Martha. He knew it wasn't her intention. He knew she just wanted the world to see the beauty that she saw in Grace, but did her intention really matter? Grace was dead all the same. Eli didn't know. He hugged and consoled Martha when she started crying after his outburst. He walked her home and promised to walk her to church tomorrow morning before Grace's death.

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Story

Eli is absent for most of the remaining plot, after Martha was taken away to the manor to be used as a resource for information on Grace. Eli didn't know that, though. All he knows now is that both of his only friends were gone. He mourns as much as he can without looking "weak." He visits Grace's family and gets to know them a little better. He tries to do so with Martha's family, but her mother doesn't like him very much, so the most he can do is greet Martha's brothers in the morning and offer to help tie their shoes or straighten their vests.

Eventually, when Martha does return however many months later, Eli is of course overjoyed and postpones any work he had for the day, instead celebrating with her and filling her in on what's happened, even introducing Aster to Martha and Grace's respective families. He and Martha talk a lot about what happened in the time they were separated, and he thinks Martha having her own dismembered finger in a jar is pretty rad. He visits Martha a lot more, whether her mother wants him there or not, and always greets the jar with Grace's heart on it resting in a hidden corner of Martha's room.

Side Characters

George "Georgie" Williams

Grace's dead older brother. He died when Grace was very young, so she doesn't remember much about him, but she thinks about him a lot.

Elizabeth & Clarence Jones

Aster's parents. Not the worst, but not the best. They keep their child hidden away at all costs.

Jeanette & Walter Pho

Beatrice's parents. Supportive and loving, if a bit ignorant. They are each other's best friend.

Morgan & Henry Taylor

Charles' parents. They are hopelessly in love with each other. Morgan was an intellectual and had a special love for astronomy. Her love for science rubbed off a bit on Charles. Henry is much more business-minded, keeping up finances to support his wife and child's endeavors. Morgan died of illness when Charles was 18, and Henry took his own life a few weeks later while Charles and Beatrice were still making their way back home.

Aria & Daryl Williams

Grace's parents. They can't seem to get past Georgie's death and often neglect Grace because of their grief. Neither of them get out much.

Ella & Samuel "Sam" Burke

Martha's parents. Ella is rather close-minded while Samuel is much more lighthearted and accepting. The two love each other very much, though they quarrel every now and again.

Winston

Winston was formerly a groundskeeper at the Taylor's house before Henry temporarily dismissed the entire staff after Morgan's death, and Charles permanently dismissing them so he may study in private. Winston is a gruff old man, but a hard worker and loves getting to know people. He would consider himself a friend of the Taylors and Phos.

Zachary

Zachary is a newsie in the same group as Eli. He has a nasty attitude and enjoys picking on others. He's incredibly insecure.

thanks for reading this far! i know it was a lot

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Dawn

Dawn (working title) is my urban fantasy-thriller project that I plan to make into either a comic/graphic novel or game. It takes place in late 1950s America and follows Dawn and Frappe as Frappe drags Dawn along to various horrific misadventures.

Vibe-wise I want it to be like a mix between Good Omens and Malevolent.

This project has a LOT of work left to do, even more so than Escapism, so take the info with a grain of salt. I will update this post as details are changed/added.

See #buttersketch dawn for more art and sometimes writing, some may be outdated though!

Main Characters

Dawn Yoon

they/she/he│ agender│ aroace

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-works (too much) at a mall in Ohio with Chigs

-really into theater and film

-Is dragged into various misadventures likely involving violence and attempted and/or successful murder by Frappe

-Is terrified of Frappe

-Is also best friends with Frappe, unfortunately

-Everyone besides Chigs and Frappe wants them dead. Ron wants them alive for a little bit but mostly dead.

Chigs Miller

they/them│ intersex & non-binary

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-works at a mall in Ohio with Dawn

-very kind and sweet, but also tough as nails should you push them

-they really REALLY care about their friends. and they will make everyone their friend. this is a threat

-sometimes hangs out at Dawn's place and tries on dresses they got super secretly for themself

Frappe

she/her│ ETM (entity to female)│ biromantic asexual

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-very very uncanny to be around. she's pretty good at being human but the world doesn't quite make sense when you're around her

-she's confident and funny, pretty likeable if you can ignore the uncanniness

-really really likes her blue hair and fangs. gets mad at Dawn when they make her get rid of them to blend in

-HATES dresses and skirts. most masculine transfem in the world

-likes annoying Dawn. she annoys them a lot more than she realizes

-very infamous to the other entities. Ronnette looks up to her, Lucy doesn't want her ruining the entities' covers, she and Juno are divorce coded, and Gene is just. doin his job. and Frappe makes that difficult a lot

Ronnette Theodosia Mintz

she/they│genderfluid│lesbian

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-gave herself a really intricate name because she thinks it sounds cool and impressive

-likes torturing humans but doesn't like it when they die. where's the fighting spirit!! come on!! she wants an inspirational tale to tell!!!!!

-probably a radio host of some sort. on the evil radio. or something

-thinks Frappe is soooo cool. until she started hanging out with humans. thinks Frappe is pretty lame for that

-bothers Gene a lot. but she likes being his friend (he does not consider her a friend)

-thinks Juno is stupid but likes Phillip

Gene

no pronoun preference│unlabelled│likes men

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-he's just trying to do his job, man

-he is so tired and gets pissed off a lot, but is pretty good at Acting Pleasant as a human

-divorced. ex husband is Lucy. Lucy is not over it and makes it Gene's problem

-Ronnette will NOT LEAVE HIM ALONE EITHER. GIVE HIM A BREAK

-can and will kill you. probably wields a shotgun. he's like the butcher from malevolent but without the irishness and daddy issues and more depressed

Lucy

he/they│demi-boy│gay

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-loserguy. pathetic. wet cat of a man. a weasel.

-used to be REALLY respected but no one takes him seriously anymore

-divorced as fuck. he is still pining. very bad.

-SO VERY DESPERATE for people to like him and respect him again. it's not going well

-thinks they're very good at blending in as human. he is not.

-has faint lines on his joints because reasons i am still working out the details of, but they're there and very important to me

-doesn't remember when or how he lost his shirt sleeve. he says he'll get a new shirt soon. it's been at least fifty years

Juno

she/he│bigender│aromantic sapphic

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-she sucks. what else do you want me to say

-looks down on humans. to an insane degree.

-really really really likes bugs. her house (that she has for status/ego reasons) is covered in every inch with bugs whether you notice or not. has a lot of giant prehistoric bugs also

-Phillip is one of said giant prehistoric bugs, he is her favorite and the two are almost never apart

-smokes because she likes ruining the air for humans

-smokes because she found out that Dawn is sensitive to smells

-wants Dawn DEAD.

-HAS A TRANSATLANTIC ACCENT

-her and frappe are divorce coded. i haven't posted any of the art or concepts but just know.

Plot

nothing is set in stone enough to post at the moment! sorry!

That's about everything!

Thank you so very much for reading all the way to the end, it means the world to me. Reminder again I'm always happy to answer questions. Have a good day!

-bett

Updates

2024

September 14 - Edited Jeanette and Walter's profile, edited Martha's profile

August 17 - added playlists

August 16 - updated Escapism plot, updated all playlists, added to Frappe's profile

July 24 - update Dawn & Chigs' names; added their respective middle names

July 17 - updated Charles & Beatrice's playlist, updated Elijah's playlist, updated Grace's playlist, removed Ellis.

October 6 - edited text color

December 1 - edited Dawn info

December 22 - edited Aster & Beatrice info

December 29 - edited all Escapism info

December 29 - edited dawn images, edited Charles, Martha and Eli images, uploaded Georgie image 2025 January 3 - edited all dawn info

#long post #butterstalk escapism #butterstalk dawn

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◜In the perpetual meantime of sheltered eternity, most are content to live and not to dream. But in the hidden corners where the gods' gaze does not fall, there are those who dream of dreaming.◞

𝐗𝐗. It's hard to believe that even these words would have an actual meaning one day, and it seems to slowly come in full circle with a very special weapon lore. This is just one example of other crumbs spread through the story that bring more context while leaving unanswered questions behind all the same.

“O Leader of Khaenri’ah’s noble families, the crimson shadow of the moon has long fallen into the abyssal sky, your bloodline too has gone blind in one eye after all.” [...] This was during the faraway times when the shine of the pitch-black sun did not yet cover the whole underground, and the ancient honorable clan ruled the vast kingdom.

The thought that the bloodline of the king of this time is notorious for being blind in one eye during the era of the Crimson Moon Dynasty —gentle reminder that this was when birds had yet to be classified between wild and otherwise as per human standards and, as the first dynasty of Khaenri'ah, this is set around the Apocalypse— and that the last king of Khaenri'ah during the Eclipse Dynasty is depicted to have one eye also is really interesting. It comes to speak how long-lasting this clan was.

The priests, stubborn and old-fashioned, convinced the decrepit muddle-headed king to believe that the Crimson Moon’s corpse up in the sky was the master of all, dictating and governing everything; Because the color and lustre of the moonlight was flowing through the veins of the ordinary mortal, the source of the darkness that was hidden at the abyssal bottom too must be the Crimson Moon.

For being a kingdom whose foundation is their lack of belief in gods —and profanity, as such—, it's curious to see how these people place their faith in other asters, entities or abstract concepts such as the Crimson Moon in this case, but the Abyss later on as well. The notion that the lustre of the moonlight is known for flowing through these people's veins brings me back to the Pale Princess and Six Pygmies tale that talks about the Kingdom of the Moonlight Forest, described to be born with fair skin, light-colored hair and bright blue eyes. If we're to think about Gold who lived during this era and the possibility that Albedo was created in her image, this description from the book may have some credence in the real lore. Moreover, there is another character connected to Khaenri'ah that hits the mark with these descriptive traits, that is Dain.

It is also curious that the darkness that is hidden at the very bottom part of the Abyss is believed to stem from the Crimson Moon, which isn't entirely far-fetched. This moon is highly likely one of the moon sisters that passed away in the disaster that befell then (although it's inconclusive if it's the same moon corpse that shines in Teyvat or is a different one) and, as per Skirk's words, those who die leave curses behind. These words stand true if we take examples such as Orobashi or what Hu Tao described that happened prior to the establishment of the funeral parlor.

As such, it was only proper for the King of Mankind to name himself after the Crimson Moon. Just as the light and flame of the two realms, ruling over impermanent fate.

The concept of two realms is highly intriguing, as well as the two of them harboring a light and flame. These realms are probably different from the realms mentioned in the event that happened in Enkanomiya, which mentioned the Light Realm (or realm of the elements / Vishap Realm), Human Realm and Void Realm. The measure of these two realms seems to be different in order to differentiate them. Nevertheless, it is interesting to bring up the mention of a beast realm as per Narzissenkreuz / René's claim that someone opened it.

Thus, the humans who sought transcendence built countless magnanimous towers, and prayed upon the long dead Crimson Moon to bring them salvation.

The transcendence term isn't new, specially when thinking back what the Crystal said during the Caribert AQ— words claiming about becoming a transcendent one. And perhaps not unrelated to this, within the neo-human project of the Narzissenkreuz Ordo there was a manner of transcendence achieved by Jakob and René, as their bodies had a composition that is similar to that of Khvarena but opposing at the same time and different to Carter, a normal mortal. Moreover, considering that the form Jakob took is that of an Iniquitous Baptist and another NPC from the questline of Khvarena of Good and Evil took pride in becoming an Abyss Herald, alongside the fanaticism that was present in Khaenri'ah for the Abyss, it isn't unreasonable to think that for these people, transcendence is being one of these creatures (mages, heralds, baptists). Whether this is the transcendence they sought or something different is inconclusive, albeit not incompatible.

Another point of interest is the premise of praying for salvation from an unknown variable: it could be that these people live in a more hospitable place one day, devoid of the dangers that spill from the Abyss and the overall poor state of the land that is incompatible with life; it could be from the very gods who the founders of Khaenri'ah ran away from; the concept of fate; who knows if a combination of all of them or an entirely different aspect yet to be introduced.

[This lasted] Until the astronomers, who were shunned as heretics, glimpsed the source of the fate of everything in the world in the reflection of the false sky, [This lasted] Until suspicion and anger grew like an inextinguishable wildfire, and ravaged the dreamless land, ultimately reaching the moon-colored high palace…

The false sky. Another concept introduced very early on in the story during the Unreconciled Stars event that chronologically-wise, it's been known about for even longer. And yet, this very knowledge seems to be one of the reasons why these astronomers were shunned as well as one of the reasons why something occurred in Khaenri'ah. Perhaps related to this newly-learned knowledge that people couldn't accept, that shook the foundations of everything they believed in. Whatever happened at this moment of time, it caused the nigh-extinction of this race of people.

In honor to the prelude of this post, the confirmed notion that Khaenri'ah is a dreamless land and that its people dream of dreaming perhaps because they can't to begin with. It's interesting when putting them in juxtaposition with those who live in Teyvat, maybe because they live "easier" lives if compared to Khaenri'ah, as they're submitted to the gods and their help which, unfortunately, comes at a steep price.

By the time the pitch-black sun shone upon all, the name of the Crimson Moon faded just like its color, and its tainted remains were only left with the title of Balemoon. No matter if they were the “impure” who suffered the curse, or if they were the “spotless” yet untouched by fate, no one still claimed themself to be a follower of the moon’s corpse.

Another mystery is explained, even if partially, when the notion that the opposite of impure who can't suffer from the same curse (of the wilderness), allegedly the pure-blood Khaenri'ahns are untouched by fate. Considering all the layers of relevance fate has in Teyvat, going as far as being connected to the Heavenly Principles and the constellations (except for Neuvi at the very least), this is groundbreaking to even think about. At the same time, I can't help but wonder what exactly makes the pure-blood Khaenri'ahn pure-blood besides not being tainted by fate or by the curse.

Only very few managed to evade the clan-extinguishing disaster, and hid themselves in the shadows where the Black Sun could not reach, waiting for the Crimson Moon to offer recompense in the name of revenge. But in the end, that so-called recompense had not yet arrived when the Black Sun too fell due to the same foolishness and arrogance. When the destruction came again, the only one left laughing was the moonlight that fell upon the sun’s shadow of which only ashes remained.

It's interesting the thought that besides the astronomers branded as heretics for acquiring the knowledge of the sky being false, there are others of this race of people —the few who survived— that wanted nothing to do with the Eclipse / Black Sun dynasty and that whatever happened, they want to seek revenge on them. This is further demonstrated with the personification of, supposedly, the Crimson Moon laughing at the Eclipse Dynasty fall when the Cataclysm happened.

“Fate, o Fate, terrifying and pale-white fate, why would you go so far as to submit to the savage and wilful usurping monarch,” “If the corpse of the Balemoon has already anchored death upon you, then what meaning is there in seeking revenge for old blood feuds,” “If the fate she has woven mocks us so, then there is no harm for us to loudly mock fate too,” “Until the fragmented shadows of the Cinder Sun incinerate the old world, until the Crimson Moon witnesses the pure, spotless break of dawn.”

Lastly, it intrigues me the prospect that something abstract as fate isn't one and the same, but it differs depending on who weaves it or on the entity it submits to. From Dain's perspective, it's particularly sad the thought that he was searching for his destiny alongside the abyss twin when they found each other in Sumeru. The reason being not because he had one and lost it alongside the kingdom's fall, but more because... as a pure-blood Khaenri'ahn, he never had a fate to begin with. Which in a way can be positive considering all the problems fate gives in this world and at the hands it is enacted, and inspiring coming from him to be master of his own fate as he wishes on everyone else and that he's actively working on.

#◟༺✧༻◞ analysis within the ley lines ichor ┊study.┊#I'll probably make smaller posts about this #addendum ones most likely #once I digest this properly #and I find out new things as I re-read it for the umpteenth time #but I'm eating so well with this and Perinheri #so so well #this is the reason why I'm begging #that Dain voices Arle's miscellany #to bring in the goodies 😔

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