#Art power has been awoken once more...

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Channeling the Vance vibes again. 🖤 (I couldn't help it. That song motivated me...)

[iatemitomt0day]

Note: I'm using the translator because I'm from Brazil but I love your arts and I wanted to make a request

Could you make a Y/N witch? or if you prefer to draw just cookies, a Beast version since in the last post it was an Ancient version pls

"All things are difficult before they are easy..."

May i introduce you to, The Witch Of Patience, Y/N!

She is one of the most beloved and a wondrous witches among the group of witches! Many says that she had been the one whom was most dedicated to the world of cookies, sharing them life and patience itself.

She has the closest relationship to The Witch Of Light! A loyal and great trustworthy companion! Y/N is a huge inspiration for the witches to continue going on forward with their duty.

Y/N puts a huge amount of effort into giving the world of cookies hope, giving them the patience and tolerance they needed. She attends every matter about the cookies, the rise and fall of the 5 great cookies as such.

She had only one singular wish, is to deliver patience and peace to every being... to see them thrive with hope. For the darkness to wander far away from the peaceful world.

She and the other witches all worked together, creating a wonderful world, shielding it from the unfortunate, the chaos and mischief, the darkness.

But... their efforts and hard works soon came into a watse, as just one singular prideful witch, had ruined everything they had worked so hard on.

It is said, that the witches all crumbled into mere powder, their souls slowly drifted away into the wind. Yet, The Witch Of Light used her very own power to put their souls into cookies, fuelled by her very own Life essences.

The witches all landed and scattered all around the cookie world as cookies, the world they have made, full of lively desserts and pastries. They all have the chance to witness their very own creations thrive and fall, civilization rise and flourished.

Yet, they have fallen into a long slumber, drifted into a deep sleep all across the world. Losing ther chance at seeing the cookie world. They waited to finally be awaken from their sleep for so long...

Will they ever be awaken?

In the abandoned halls within the castle walls, a seeker of truth has entered, wishing to seek out the true truth of the past of the castle.

It seems, her arrival to the castle walls has awaken the cookies from their forever slumber, as they finally opened their eyes, standing up once more.

In their very own world they created, born from The Witch Of Light's wishes.

The cookie of patience has finally, been awoken.

"I will protect this world, with all my might."

It is said that, if you ever feel an unusual amount of peace and patience in your dough... she might be nearby, watching over everything around.

She wanders all around Earthbread, exploring every bits and pieces of this world, seeking her companions, and wanting to witness the world of desserts thrive with her own eyes.

Every where she goes, she delivers patience to all the cookies and beings around her, filling them with a newfound hope and perseverance.

If you wish to seek her for yourself, you must accomplish it. Remember, patience is the key to finding her.

[evanhereonearth]

Thank you for opening prompts! I have one that has been bothering me for a long time, but i can't write it myself, so i need help( ...

Solas healing the unconscious Lavellan and helping and protecting her in her dream in his wolf form like in this codex by Adan.

https://dragonage.fandom.com/wiki/Codex_entry:_Patient_Observations

I know I know this is pretty popular topic for fics and art, but it's actually canon and I love this idea soooo much... I need all the details I just can't resist

Interlude, Tarasyl'nin

Day One

It was not supposed to happen this way.

Solas fights to keep his visage still despite being the only person within twenty paces of the prisoner. She is, after all, the only one in the Chantry dungeon.

Her hand spits and sparks with the Anchor's power even now, flashing green light through the cell. Even with layers of earth and rock between Solas and the open sky, he does not need to look to know it responds to each and every one of the Breach's fits and starts.

It will kill her; it is only a matter of time.

Yet, somehow, it has not killed her yet.

For all his years and experience, Solas is at a loss.

She should not have been able to walk physically in the Fade, not one of these creatures of today's world. Even a mage, or what qualifies for one here. His lip curls with the thought; it is akin to calling an Orlesian poodle puppy a wolf. He has awoken in a time where every living soul simply thinks Orlesian poodle puppies are wolves.

Yet she is elven. Perhaps that can explain it. Some remnant of the People in this distant shadow.

Her body thrashes as the Breach expands, and Solas instinctively reaches out to take hold of her left hand. His mana reacts to the touch even as his skin bursts into tingles where their skin makes contact. The Anchor jerks with such violence that he can almost hear it screaming.

"Need a Templar over there, mage?" one of the guards calls out, perhaps alerted by the sudden burst of light from the Anchor.

"No," Solas replies shortly. "This is no new development. A Templar negating magic would only seek to mask her symptoms, and for there to be any hope of understanding, I must see her symptoms as they arise."

It will not be long before Adan returns from his rest break. The apothecary has also suggested Templar involvement. Solas grits his teeth with the frustration of the thing. He could easily be overruled if something here does not improve.

The Breach once more wobbles back into equillibrium, at least as much as such a thing can be said. Solas places his thumb on the prisoner's wrist.

Her heartbeat flutters in her pulse, fast as the beating wings of a bat clawing its way through the air. Solas removes his thumb, using it instead to push back first her left eyelid, then her right. Pupils still dilated, so black they engulf all but a ring of verdant moss green at the edges of her irises. They remain evenly blown, however. A small mercy that this woman at least escaped without a concussion.

No small feat, considering she tumbled approximately twenty feet out of a rift to hit the ground.

As usual, she responds to none of his minstrations.

The Anchor ought to be his, but Solas has long since learned the futility of clinging to what ought to be instead of what is. What is dictates what is possible to change.

What is stretches his patience and his fortitude as tight as the veil itself around the Breach. He stifles an ironic chuckle. His own handiwork, the veil, the product of his own cleverness battling with his relative inexperience with blood magic and pure desparation. Even a year after waking, he can scarce believe he succeeded--and even scarcer believe the price.

For now, it is moot. He is weak. He was never equal to his ancient foes, and he is not, apparently, equal to this modern enemy.

Nor is she.

Solas gazes upon the prisoner. He has avoided looking at her face, only allowing himself to see blurs of pale skin and a smattering of freckles cast with green the colour of her eyes in lines he does not wish to acknowledge.

But he must. Acknowledge what is.

Here is what is.

First: He failed to appropriately caluculate the possibility of his orb not killing Corypheus. Corypheus lives, Solas's orb is in his possession, and this Dalish woman somehow thwarted Corypheus's ritual to claim the Anchor.

Solas would be a fool not to be thankful for that twist of fate.

Second: The Dalish woman has survived, despite all odds to the contrary. Survived the blast by instinctively using the Anchor to tear open a rift into the Fade and close it behind her--there is little other possible explanation--and survived walking in the Fade even with her middling connection to it after millennia of this world leaching away everything that made the People his People.

Third: She lives still, and the Anchor, while spreading, while certain to kill her eventually, is not spreading as quickly as he thought it would.

Fourth: The Anchor is far from the only threat to her life. The human Chantry in all their blind hubris may well murder her out of their own hysterical fear; they may do the same to him if he cannot help her sufficiently to keep her alive long enough to attempt to seal the Breach.

Fifth: The Breach is an abomination. Solas cannot linger too long on the emotions of its effects; if he allows himself to feel the pain of every spirit torn through the rifts or the Breach itself, he will tear himself to pieces.

Sixth: This woman is the best and only chance they have to seal the Breach at all. The Anchor may consume her, but she is no longer expendable.

A final thought, more fancy than finality, is that ironically, she may also be his single best hope for surviving this calamity.

He forces himself to look upon her face.

Her features are delicate without being dainty, the grace of a rapier against one of the Seeker's broadswords. She carries forward the strong nose bridge of the Elvhen, high cheekbones, a jaw well-defined with a chin that almost makes her entire face appear heart-shaped. Her lashes flutter in her fitful sleep, crescents of black against her too-pale skin. Despite her flesh being sallowed by her body's struggle to live, her freckles stand out in warm relief. Not unlike his own, Solas supposes, a dusting of them, invisible even at a few paces, but up close, they soften her. It's oddly charming. A single darker freckle dots the upper right corner of her lip. Not far from there, the indentation of a dimple rests.

A fleeting thought hits him like a lightning strike, that if she were to smile, that dimple may bury her right into the heart of him.

Absurdity. Solas shakes off the thought.

Black hair tangles in waves and loose curls around her head, a single curl remaining defined just behind her left ear. A perfect ringlet, pristine despite her predicament.

An odd detail to notice.

He is avoiding the rest, but he must let himself see.

The green inked into her face. It dances across her cheekbones, up the bridge of her nose, fans out over her forehead. He's heard the guards snort and scoff at the "tree" on the "knife ear's" face, but Solas knows it is no tree.

Even the Dalish think it is a tree, branding themselves slaves in their ignorance. Fools. And she is, very obviously, a Dalish fool for doing the same.

But Mythal's vallaslin is no tree.

It had to be hers, did it not? Perhaps he could look upon any of the other Evanuris' blood writing without flinching, but Mythal's? One would think that after ten millennia of struggle, the pain of it would have subsided somewhat. Mythal is thousands of years dead.

Yet here she is again, reminding Solas of how deeply her bindings worked their way into the flesh he never wanted. His still bears the scar; even when he cast her out of his skin, he needed the reminder to never allow someone such power over him again.

Mythal's vallaslin is no tree. It is not even veins, blood or lyrium or otherwise, despite its resemblance. It is neither of those things.

It's him. It's every spirit like him.

Mythal who nearly emptied the Fade of its Wisdom, built bodies for all like him, branded them all with their own self-portraits. "We are the best of both physical and Fade," she told him once as she wheedled him into following her into the depths of despair and ruin. Out of love. Love she always professed to return, but like a mother overrun with children beyond counting, his place as her favourite mattered little when all were only tools to her.

Solas tightens his lips, staring down at the prisoner. He seldom allows himself to even think so candidly; his love for Mythal, her turning away over and over to become what he despised, the glimmers and scraps of hope she tossed him until that final dreadful day, the reminder of his failure to reach her. All this time.

His own vallaslin had hardly healed on his face before he knew it to be naught but a reminder of everything he'd given up, everything he'd lost. Everything he sacrificed.

And now here it is, branded again on unwitting skin.

It was not supposed to happen this way.

For a moment, Solas is not certain what he means. His own existence? The Anchor? Corypheus? This tragic creature sleeping before him?

He has no answers. He does not even know her name.

Only that he must save her life.

His mana stirs as he delves through her, seeking any remaining injuries that could impede the progress of her healing mind. If her body strengthens, perhaps she will wake.

For this moment, at least, they share a fate.

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Thank you so so much for this prompt!!! I got carried away and will have to probably do a Part 2 and Part 3. >.>

My little hearrrrt.

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Adding a little more description that I have thought out in my head. Some is canon from MCU/comics and some is the twist I want to put on the character for my portrayals*.

Agent ???. ( I still have no name for him ) former SHIELD agent. best friend of Sharon Carter. or so he likes to claim. computer genius. skinny white boy. flirt. bisexual. he's annoying but really a sweetheart. not big on field work. but he can hack.

( ? (name undecided) is a former agent of SHIELD now mini-Tony Stark minus the suit and superhero status. Coming up through the academy he somehow befriended a woman by the name of Sharon Carter when they were put on an undercover assignment together. He was mostly just the support but made a few appearances in his undercover roll when needed to support Sharon aka 'Emily'.

A bit of a nerdy genius all he has ever wanted was to feel wanted and valuable. He was loyal to SHIELD until it fell thanks to HYDRA infiltrating and finally revealing themselves. With the fall of SHIELD, he used his knowledge to freelance and made a name for himself. He has been known to take on projects to help the likes of former SHIELD-loyal agents. He is very anti-HYDRA. )

Alex. "Dove". literature professor. musician. Inhuman. pain manipulator. Guatamalan/naturalized American.

( Original mini description that may be tweaked: Alex received his nickname of Dove from his mother in what almost feels like a different time. She used to call him her little pacifist. Now a lot older ( and not necessarily a whole lot wiser ) he still holds that peace should be tried before war.

After terrogenesis, Alex discovered he now has the power to cause pain in others. It goes against a lot of what his parents taught him growing up and what he believes in...but he isn't an idiot. Sometimes if you have a gun in your face or pointed at a loved one you need to act. So as much as he hates his powers he does try and avoid it if at all possible. Known for his aversion to violence many have begun calling him the Dove. )

Steve Rogers. captain america. the first avenger. the little guy. the man out of time.

( Steve is a World War II veteran, a founding member of the Avengers, and Earth's first known superhero. Rogers grew up suffering from numerous health problems, and upon the United States' entry into World War II, he was rejected from serving in the United States Army despite several attempts to enlist. Rogers ultimately volunteered for Project Rebirth, where he was the only recipient of the Super Soldier Serum. 

Fighting in the war, he served his country before supposedly sacrificing himself in a plane crash. Decades later he was awoken from his sleep and begins to readjust to modern life. Cap is needed once again and he picked up the mantel again, joining The Avengers. He served with his fellow members for a time before eventually post The Snap 2.0 retiring. He has passed the mantel on to a man formerly known as Falcon, Sam Wilson. Now he is trying to figure out what to do with his life. )

Amora of Asgard. The Enchantress. asgardian. formerly exiled to Midgard by the Allfather. seductress. intelligent.

( Parentage unknown. While still in adolescence, she ran away to the land of the Norns and apprenticed herself to Karnilla, one of the most powerful sorceresses in all the Asgardian dimension. There she studied all the basic arts of Asgardian magic until Karnilla expelled her for being too undisciplined. She picked up further mystical skills from seducing other Asgardian mages and wizards. In time, Amora became one of the more powerful magic-wielders in Asgard, with her magical arsenal focused on (but not limited to) charming and mind-controlling people. Her by-then well-renowned beauty did not hinder in this.

Amora has always had an obsession with Thor. She has been used as a weapon by the Allfather to try and distract Thor from his love of the human, Jane Foster. But she has also done things unsanctioned by the royalty of Asgard. During one of her many attempts to make the God of Thunder hers she is caught and sentenced by the Allfather to Midgard. While there she took up the name of Sylvie Lushton. Stripped of her powers she is/was stuck in the realm until Thor is banished as well. When Loki appears they strike a deal and she regained her powers. )

KEY NOTES*

I would not play Steve as having gone back in time to rejoin Peggy. He stayed in his current timeline and lives in New York.

I play Amora as having 'Sylvie Lushton' as her mortal name in tribute to the two different women that had the title of Enchantress in the comics.

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Maiden, Mother, Crone - The Archeron Sisters as reincarnations of the Three Faced Goddess

Part 1

Elain, Ferye, Nesta. Three humans, turned Fae. Made magic. Or perhaps only awoken?

No I will not be normal about this, it is you who should be more weird about this.

It has always been clear to me that the three Archeron women have magic in their human blood. They are descendants of an acient deity, that once ruled over the lands alongside The Bone Carver, The Waver, and perhaps many other Deathless and Nameless gods. It is very much so confirmed by the Bone Carver themself that Feyre resembles and old god, powerful and cunning, who sought to hide herself and her magic, for reasons of a mysterious nature. This is just contextually picking up on the inherent meaning of the statement. In book 1, a big plot detail is that Feyre can taste and smell magic. She uses it to her advantage a few times during the events of book 1. This isn’t something that normal humans can do, seeing as how a lot of the village folk live in fear of magic and cant understand its working. The Human Lands are baren, cold, and stripped of all magic, and yet- Feyre can taste and smell it. And yet, Nesta remains of sound mind, immune to glamours, a type of magic that effects the mind. Elain only needs a little push to snap out of its influence.

These women are of magic descent, and to me this was a well established plot point. I interpreted the events above as the author just plainly telling this; although its entirely possible that i have been overthinking this because i have never been normal about these books, not once since i started them.

Feyre is the Mother, she is Mother Life, vindictive and vengeful; aggressively protecting her own kin, going and hunting down threats. She is the Mother; passionate and inclined towards the arts. Calm in the face of fear, and with a strong sense of duty. She claws, bites and rips out throats. A wild mother wolf, a wild beast. Feyre has always been inclined to go nuclear on her revenge plans. Sabotaging and undermining a religious leader, Ianthe, and plotting and successfully executing her revenge over an entire court of - lets be honest here, entirely innocent people, is very Aelin Galathyneus of her. Standing up to a magic wolf, with her throat exposed, she stood her ground and bargained. In the face of the heinous lie about her pregnancy, she was calm and brave and coping, only so that her son would not feel those things as he grows inside her womb. It is my headcanon that she went scorched earth on Rhysie’s ass afterwards.

Elain is the Maiden. She is Mother Nature. Ambivalent, and yet omniscient. Seeing all, reacting only just so.

When it comes to Elain, I don’t have much to work with; she has yet to have her books after all. However, I am confident in saying that he is not as mentally checked out of reality as I originally thought. She is a seer, one who sees the future. But this must also come with the immense strength to resist altering it. She either must not intervene, or do so incredibly delicately. She does also see the reality of what their situation was, in regards to the Archerons loosing their money, but she is rather unbothered by it. I hesitate to say she does not care, because again, we have not see her perspective yet, but she is aware how bad it was for them. In book one, there is a distinct moment when after Feyre comes back fro the Fae Land, Elain remarks on how the rich people treat them as if they didn’t loose all of their money, as if the last however many years did not happen. Its either cognitive dissonance, or Elain just does not.. care? Again, we have not seen her story, so I am speculating; and also resisting hating her for being docile and passive, and seemingly disinterested. Altho she is not a favored character of mine, I shan’t repeat history and hate on her as I did Sansa Stark.

That being said, her ambivalence and lack if action reminds me on nature and of natural disasters. Elain, the gardener, Elain the Mother Nature, The Maiden. A storm does not care if the levies might break and cause a flood, a mountain does not want anything, does not act on changing the outcomes of future events. Elain is a living being, who loves her sisters very much, so of course she reacts and saves them. But she was to be a young bride, in love and idealistic, yet she never consummated the marriage. Never got to be the bride, in fact. She seems to be stuck in this perpetual state of maidenhood, not quite moving on, remaining innocent, and maybe not yet ready to do anything else but ignore the happenings in front of her. She ignores Lucien, perhaps still grieving the loss of her old life and her old love.

Nesta is the Crone, The Mother Death. She is Lady Death. Meeting the Lord of Bloodshed at every step, a loyal companion to her friends, she is always there, inevitable as a rising storm. She is passive. She stays and guards. A mirrored image to Feyre in every way. She Makes objects of immense power. She creates and yet her power is pure death. But she creates. She does not want power. She creates, she seeks peace. What is more peaceful than Death’s embrace? Nesta has the power of the eternal flame. Her power coming out in silver flames perfectly encapsulates the power of fire: giving and taking life. Nesta is not vindictive. Don’t misunderstand me, she is actively cruel in Book 1, and a whole part if her journey was owning up to that. She recognized where she was wrong and made amends.

She is not nice, she was never taught to be nice. Her mother taught her how to read and manipulate people, not how to be kind and nice to them. She learns those things on her own. And again I ask, is Death nice and kind? It is peaceful and passive. A power that inspires awe. She is broken and rebuilds her self. She is Made, and i suspect that in order to be Made, she needed to die first. She inherits the most power out of all three sisters. Her dying during her Making means that she inherits Death itself. She experiences it, so she wields it because she understands it. She has lived many lives and appears older than she is. I personally thought that she was 30 in ACOSF, not 26, only 5 years older than Feyre. The narrative presents her to us as The Crone. She reads as someone older, harsher, someone who is also Death herself.

Where Feyre, Mother Life, is active, Nesta, Mother Death, is passive. Feyre hunts, Nesta guards. A mirrored image of eachother, they represent the cycle od life. The symbolism attached to them shows just how connected life and death truly are. Feyre and Nesta are always invoked in each other’s inner monologue. It is also entirely plausible that they each had an almost pathological need to keep Elain safe and innocent, because that was the only way to show that one cares for the other. Nesta loves Elain, but she keeps her safe because that is what Feyre would want. This fact, that Nesta would do anything to keep Elain safe, is very clearly stated by Feyre in both book 1 and 2. They both love Elain, no doubts about that. But Nesta’s and Feyre’s relationship was so burdened and volitale, that the only way for them to show affection was through the unspoken rule that Elain stays safe, is kept safe, at all costs. Nesta and Feyre, Death and Life, two sides of the same coin.

For me, it has always been reasonable to assume that the sisters represent one of the three faces of The Three Faced Goddess. Its buried in metaphor and vague statements, but it is there regardless. The more I read the books, the more obvious the comparison was. Having read Throne of Glass as well, the sisters also remind me of the Three Faced Goddess worshiped by the witches. After all, it was an ancient Witch God that hid her power and herself in the human lands; a place without magic and entirely mundane.

I intend to elaborate further in part 2 of this essay, but for now, let us enjoy quite a unique take on the Goddess Hecate. The Greek goddess has had many a modern interpretations, but I have not seen one done as subtly as this one. Having three separate people represent her faces, and therefore phases of a woman’s life, is new to me at least. Maas doesn’t really reimagine the old greek myths in a 1-to-1 recreation, but rather a loose inspiration taken from the core of the story. I quite enjoyed placing it all together.

More on how Nesta is the one to Bless Aelin’s blood line, and even how she might have started said bloodline in part 2.

Bonsoir.

[tentakrool-fr]

Welcome to the Gleamhaven Archives

The clan of Matriarch Castanea has awoken after years of dormancy. Times and allegiances have changed, and though the old Queen of the Forest still commands great authority and respect, the clan itself has relocated to the Starfall Isles. A new start requires new stomping grounds, after all!

Leading this great change is the new Matriarch of the clan, the powerful spellcaster Vastrana. While some see this change as a coup, others welcome the new environment and fresh perspectives. Many of the dragons here are older, wiser and rather set in their ways, but the new clutches being born each day precipitate a more youthful mindset. Time will tell how the clan's futures will unfold!

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[dinrelsanddragons]

Xi and Sora Blackscale– descendants of Lambda and Reownha Blackscale, respectively– have their own tales to tell.

After the Calamity devastated Hyrule, the Blackscale Clan, although significantly weakened due to their aid lent to the Hyrulean forces, were free to roam the ruined land. As no law persisted that could chain them, there was but one thing standing in their path to utter freedom, and it was the monsters of Hyrule. Seeking security, Lambda and Reownha, now leaders of the clan at such youthful ages, led their family to the ruins of Sableflame, not far from the Thyphlo ruins in the Deplian Badlands.

Though it was once the site of a massacre of their family members, Reownha found a trapdoor beneath the ruin that once belonged to her grandfather– the large house that Raithyon had called home as a child. Beyond this trapdoor was an expanse of a cave system, which the Blackscales explored, cleared out of unwelcome creatures such as frogs and reptiles, and settled as their new home. Being so sealed off by rubble and ruin, it was almost miraculously clear of monsters.

Time passed as the Blackscale Clan found a measure of peace and prosperity. Lambda and Reownha would each find beloveds and marry them, and have children, in time. And those children, in their own time, would have children.

Xi Blackscale was Lambda's granddaughter and heir, possessed of powerful light magic and a charismatic tongue that could persuade many of good intent. Somewhat more intelligent than her grandmother, Xi functioned as heir to the leadership position beneath her mother Mu. She was much beloved by the other clan members, whom she considered to be family, regardless of absent blood ties. She seemed an ordinary (but very likable) child until a hunting mission came by where monsters threatened her family– and she lashed out, not with the weapons at hand, but a power that came from within. For the years since, she has carried powerful light magic much as her grandmother's, and under Lambda's tutelage, has learned to use it to heal and bring light to their life in shadows.

Sora Blackscale was Reownha's granddaughter and heir, and instructed in tactics and politics as Reownha and her son (and Sora's father) Direcris once were. In addition to such, she has also studied, to an extent, magic– arcane tricks played upon the eyes and the mind. She was not nearly so well liked as Xi, whom she considered her sister, but no ill will ever grew between them, even after the awakening of Xi's own magical prowess– such was their bond of affection. Sora has ever proven to be skilled in not only larcenous arts, but in simply finding treasure to take– as if she has always been a magnet for rupees. Though this skill has remained small in scale, her grandmother Reownha has high hopes for Sora's ability to gather funds– it could mean a greater future for the Blackscale Clan.

That is, naturally, what the clan seeks: A greater future, a more meaningful life, than one spent hiding in a cave under the ruins of Sableflame. Lambda and Reownha have long since retired from their leadership positions, but Xi and Sora are yet to grow into their own– thus it is the healer of shadows Mu, and the tactical master Direcris, who lead the clan currently– in this time when the Hylian champion Link has awoken from his hundred years of slumber to rise up once more and fight the Calamity. Xi and Sora may be cousins at best, but the two readily claim each other as sisters and are rarely seen apart, traveling together as they both seek to grow and become the leaders they are expected to one day be.

[aspnss]

THE HOUSE IS FUCKING BURNING & YOU CAN'T KILL THE WITCH.

timeline of the events leading up to, during, & after the kidnapping of izidora & carina banks.

disclaimer: please read this at your own risk. please read this at your own risk. this post will deal with topics regarding d/omestic v/iolence, d/rug a/buse, s/exual a/buse, s/ex t/rafficking, & m/urder. i do not plan to go into detail about any of the specifics for my own comfort as well as yours, but it is something that this muse has dealt with very extensively, and it does shape a lot of her mannerisms & actions moving forward which is why i felt the need to break certain events down by age/events. if you would prefer to read a far more redacted version of her history, i encourage you to read this headcanon post instead. stay safe, love you, please read this at your own risk.

YEAR FIFTEEN. izidora & her twelve year old sister carina are living between the households of her protective paternal grandmother tala (a bloodline witch based in the philippines) and her uncaring maternal aunt sherise, with her grandmother maintaining primary care. at this time, izidora has awoken her own powers, and actively practices a blend of albularyo & mangkukulam magic with her grandmother as her teacher. most of her magic is dedicated to healing at this age, as well — the reason for this being on account of the extremely volatile relationship that her aunt entered with a boyfriend, nico. while nico did not directly harm either of the girls just yet, he was incredibly abusive towards them verbally: belittling them often, picking fights at random, berating their aunt in front of them to establish dominance. he also began to get their aunt hooked on recreational drugs, escalating quickly to the use of narcotics such as o/xy & h/eroin openly. their grandmother attempted to intervene — but the relationship between the very little maternal & paternal family left had been far from amicable after izidora's mother noelle was sent to prison for the murder of her father angelo.

YEAR SIXTEEN. izidora is physically hit by nico for the first time after defending a thirteen year old carina from another spew of bullying. their aunt becomes fully addicted to narcotics & entirely dependent on nico, leaving him as the head of the household via more sinister income. as such, he starts to impose 'rules' within the house, including limiting their phone usage & how often they went to live with their grandmother. once he begins to conduct business meetings within the house, izidora & carina are later forced to withdraw from after school activities and are no longer allowed a bedroom door after another round of arguments. because they aren't living with their grandmother as frequently as they were in the past, izidora is unable to continue practicing albularyo or, by extension, kulam — she is only able to use surface level healing magic for their minor injuries. izidora begins to secretly apply to colleges & universities early into her junior year, hoping to move her & carina out of the state for a degree in graphic arts. their grandmother falls ill, and nico forbids them from seeing her at the hospital.

YEAR SEVENTEEN. the final argument happens only days after her 17th birthday passes, brought on once izidora acquired a cell phone from a classmate so that she & fourteen year old carina could speak to their grandmother tala. once nico discovers the phone hidden in izidora's school bag, her & nico enter a screaming match that turns physical — after which he forces izidora & carina to pack a bag with a week's worth of clothing & loads them into a truck, telling an inebriated sherise that he was taking them to his mother's for discipline. instead, he drives them to a townhouse in staten island in the middle of the night, placing them alone in an empty room with a single bed for hours. he is not alone when he returns to pick them up. from this point on, izidora & carina are held with a handful of other girls, and are forced to endure s/exual a/ssault. izidora, after a full month of refusing to comply, eventually breaks after nico threatens carina and lula in front of her.

YEAR EIGHTEEN. izidora comes to terms with her & carina's situation & that they likely aren't coming home. they are constantly moved between houses in different boroughs, are t/rafficked for 'parties' with a group of girls throughout the city, in new jersey, and as far as pennsylvania, & are forced to remain in dark, windowless rooms for the majority of their time in each location; often for days & weeks at a time. this is when izidora's eyesight first begins to decline due to staying in dim lighting conditions, infrequent eating, & beatings. after izidora turns eighteen, she & carina are forcibly separated following an incident, with carina being sent "upstate". izidora goes through a period of grief & distress following this, and she begins to bond with the other girls in captivity after developing an attachment issue.

YEAR NINETEEN. carina remains upstate, and has not been seen by any of the other girls that come & go from the locations. izidora's eyesight continues to subtly decline, suffering from frequent headaches around certain light types & blurry, spotty vision. after being punished by one of the older women in captivity for burning food too many times, a sympathetic errand runner is able to convince the captors to keep a nightlight in the girls' room — they are also occasionally given additional clothing, snacks, and items of distraction in secret whenever certain errand runners visit the locations. this is the year izidora receives a small sketchbook to continue drawing in.

SHAH. at some point during the year, izidora meets a woman whom she called shah. once they are alone, shah reveals herself as a former pupil of tala — after spending hours gaining izidora's trust, she begins to teach her & help her continue with albularyo & kulam, introducing black magic forms of mangkukulam in order to defend herself. she gives her a concealment charm & encourages her to sneak out whenever possible to meet at their mutually agreed upon spots. despite receiving lessons on albularyo & using healing forms often with the girls she's bonded with, izidora develops a fixation with black magic & seeking revenge against her captors. after months of convincing shah & eventually begging for her help, shah teaches izidora her first deadly curse with a promise — you'll use it when you know you'll need it.

YEAR TWENTY. many of the original girls that izidora first bonded with have either ran away, were forced upstate, or were dead. she hears plenty of rumors & is taunted frequently by her captors, but still believes that carina is alive. izidora & the girls who remain resolve to run away for good, often discussing what they would do & who they would become when they leave. they never get to run, though — once one of the less sympathetic women kept captive discovers their plans, izidora is d/rugged, attacked severely for hours, & nearly killed. hardly able to breathe through a bloody broken nose & unable to see, izidora remembers the last thing shah told her after their lessons — once she's taunted into giving her last words, she recites a cursed incantation six times; grinning while each of the abusers in the house fall to their screaming deaths, their organs boiled bloody. once izidora eventually frees herself, she returns to the girls' rooms, eye swollen shut & covered in blood, and politely tells them to get their shit & go.

YEAR TWENTY ONE. after being cleaned & clothed, izidora returns to shah. she is able to actively practice kulam properly with shah, as well as plot her revenge. over a period of ten months, izidora tracks down each of her assailants & sends every single man & woman complicit in her abuse to their cursed deaths while freeing any girls remaining. once she finally tracks down nico, she curses his soul with permanent unrest. when she watches his house burn down with his mangled body inside, she can't stop laughing.

YEAR TWENTY SIX. izidora has gained far more than she's lost: including her craft, her sister, tala, her girls, and an immunity to death from the spirits that guide her. she heals her community, & curses those who try to destroy it. every so often, she looks at her kulam altar fondly — souls filled with anguish, swimming inside of an amulet — they all died so that she could live.

[omgkalyppso]

[Content ID: Art of four original characters for Fire Emblem Three Houses. On the left there is a woman riding a blond horse with her arms around a child in her lap. On the right there is a man with an older child held on his shoulders. They stand on a snow packed road beside a snowbank against a light blue sky with a pale sun in the upper right corner. /End ID]

Some rambling and more close-ups below the cut!

There's a lot going on here! The man on the right is Almanzor, a Blaiddyd Bastard oc (unrecognized son of Rufus Blaiddyd). It must be an early or mid spring day for him and this little family to be so inconsistent with how bundled up they are.

While Al grew up in Fhirdiad, in most post-canon settings he ends up finding his way to Gautier where he meets Peregrine and her daughters, Apolline and Huguette. This would be my justification for why he's so much more swaddled than their lighter clothing.

Peregrine was once a soldier in service to House Gautier, who left with Miklan during the theft of the Lance of Ruin. Widowed during the war, Peregrine grows into a very protective woman with regards to her children and her people. These details inspired the color palette, with Sylvain being so distinctively red and teal (and Faerghal blue).

Almanzor was a paladin during the war, and to his great shame, one of the Fhirdiad soldiers who was ousted during Cornelia's rise to power. Still he fought for the Kingdom, and would have taken pride in reconnecting with Dimitri's forces. These details informed the color of his horse, who I'm tentatively calling Buttercream, and the repurposed blue cords holding the furs around Al's feet, and the yellow fabric of Buttercream's headcollar.

This scene is: They're headed into town, primarily for business related to Peregrine's mercenary company, so Peregrine is trying to look presentable in the bluest thing she owns. Apolline has been allowed to sleep into the late morning, after being awoken early for the journey. Huguette, on Al's shoulders, is asking for something frivolous only available in town, and Al, who knows the answer is no, is telling her to, "Ask your mother." Huguette turns doe eyes on her mother, who is unimpressed (affectionate) with both of them.

[goatpaste]

having a lot of.. idk "art zoomies” tonight.. just a lot of energy to draw art stuff

so thought it be fun to draw these guys, guys who are friends and their stands are best friends ^^

but I talked a lil bit about Roxannes and a bit of Janelles background last time i posted my jojo ocs, so Mac’s turn!

Mac is a rowdy Texas boy, he’s reckless and hard to keep down in one place for long. He’s had about a million different jobs quitting or getting fired after a few months of working he would get bored or start picking fights with customers or coworkers. Until his fighting caught up to him, but in a good way. He caught the eye of some skeevy manager of a local wrestling ring and next thing he knows he’s found his calling kicking butt doing stupid stunts for large crowds that cheer and shout his name when they see him.

Then the day Roxanne was finding herself in need of a replacement in her place of work, she begun scouting around, and found herself quite absorbed in one of Mac’s performances. Watching this giant man attempt a flashy move, each shit and fail at the move, then continue to still win by beating the ever loving shit out of his enemy? How could she not steal him away. Next thing Mac knew he was being cornered in an alley by some mysterious woman with an arrow, and then awoken alone, all beside some big flashy spirit following him around. 

Mac quickly adapted to his new stand, using his new invisible skill to do bigger and wilder stunts in the ring to win. It was fun for awhile until he grew bored and irritated. The ghost thingy was neat but now it took him nothin to win. That's when Roxie swoops back in to the poor bored Mac and offers him a once in a life time job. He would get to fight all he wants, get to go as hard as he wanted nothing holding him back, and all against people just like him. Mac almost refusing the offer until Roxanne apparently kicked the shit of him with her own stand. Mac attributes her win it to the fact that he didn't fully believe she had the same power as him, and she was much more skilled, he says he could beat her now if she gave him the chance. Mac would give anything for a rematch. 

Next thing Mac knows Roxanne is flying him across the country to sign papers to officially join her team of fighters. Mac to my ocs storyline is one of the newest fighters having been there only a year. He would have met Janelle, who had been there for years, they would be friendly but drop hits that mac shouldnt work for Roxanne and should go home before its too late. He didn’t listen, said fuck it, even if she crazy everything she promised and has to keep to her word is too good to pass up!

Now Mac works loyally under Roxanne but to Janelle’s dislike, but none the less the two have made close friends during their time working together. They enjoy fighting one another and even hanging out, outside of work, much to Roxanne’s dislike. 

[sobredunia]

Gris? Gris

@bl3mp0p​ you have awoken the autistic beast

Gris is an art centered videogame created by Nomada studio, an indie studio from Barcelona that got together exclusively to make this game

In the game we take control of a little blue haired girl in a grey dress that traverses through different worlds as you slowly unlock colors for the world and new abilities with the dress (this will be long lmao)

Areas & abilities:

We start off in a colorless wasteland, with only ruined structures, dead trees, rocks, and little robots scattered about. There isn’t much to do here, only walk around, collect some stars to cross a gap, and get into the main hub

After we unlock the red, we go on into the red desert, an also barren place, but with more signs of civilisation and strong winds that hit you from time to time and halt your progress

Here we gain the block ability, an ability that turns us incredibly heavy that allows us to walk through the strong winds, it can also be used to break weak floors and reach further

Then, we unlock green, which turns the world into a lushing forest filled with life, apples, and cute little robots that eat those apples (look a the bottom right)

This place gives us the triangle ability, an ability where we can turn our dress into wings that gives us a double jump and slow falling, for harder flatforms

In this area, however, we encounter what will be the main enemy of the game, a swarm of butterflies that can take any form. In this area, they become a bird, of which we’ll have to fly away from and later defeat with a giant bell

After that, we go through the blue area which, you guessed, is underwater

Obviously, we gain the ability to turn our dress into a fish tail thingy(?) that allows us to swin underwater.

After unlocking a giant red turtle that guides us in dark areas, we encounter the black butterflies again, this time taking the form of a giant eel

We unlock the color yellow, but the woman’s statue that we’ve been seeing throughout the game gets broken by the black mass. Luckily, we escape

And now we enter my favourite area by far, the yellow palace. This place is oozing with life, although there are a few dead plants here and there

That’s where your last ability comes into play: sing! We can bring dead/closed plants into life within a certain radius, and that will give us the ability to progress further

During the game, we have been collecting these star shining dot thingies, that get together in the sky of the main hub to make a ladder that will lead us into the sky, and these last few stars collected will finally be enough to get out of here. Great, right?

You fool. You absolute imbecile

The butterflies make a comeback, and this time, they’re more powerful than ever

You can see glimpses of the bird and the eel, but the form they end up choosing is...

...is you?

They swallow everything, leaving nothing but white, and eating you at last

You’re left in a black lake, swimming for the surface

Once you get on top, you find a small ruined island. You keep on going up. climbing on floating chunks of rock. You encounter the beast once again, and it tries to swallow you in darkess, but instead of staying frozen in place, you decide to sing

It works

The darkness disappears all around you, and you’re left back at the main hub, the staircase of stars looking at you. You look at the woman statue that has been appearing all throughout your journey. You kiss it goodbye, and climb up high in the sky

It was weird, and kinda cryptic, but it was nice, right?

What if I told you that there’s more?

Because I omitted a crucial piece of info

An achievement that will flip your view of the game completely

I’m gonna put a bit of space here so you can rethink this and go play the game or watch someone play it, and get surprised by the game yourself

Because I never thought I would get so taken aback by a singular steam achievement

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Ready?

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Go

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So, as you get up from the lake of darkness, you see the statued woman in a different position, laying in a weird table thing

You can see wilted flowers and, as you have done multiple times before, you sing

The plants come back to life, as always

And then the achievement pops up

“Acceptance”

Something clicks

You think back at the previous worlds

Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance

This game was a journey

A journey through grief

[scarletarosa]

Basics of Using Tarot Cards

Tarot cards are perhaps the most commonly used form of divination nowadays, but the magick of unlocking their abilities and how to care for them has largely been forgotten. For anyone who is interested in tarot divination, these are the majority of the basics I’ve gained throughout my years of practice- in magick, spirit work, and divination.

Finding the right deck for you: Finding the right tarot deck is often a difficult decision, especially since it is important to find a deck whose energy works well with you. But furthermore, it is also important to find a deck which has artwork that well portrays the symbolic meaning of each card. This is primarily because the artwork is one of the main ways to gain insight from the meaning, rather than just looking up definitions each time. The art tells its own story as well. So minimalistic artwork should be avoided in these cases, as they will not tell you much at all. Find a deck as if searching for a friendly companion, it is not meant to be a trivial matter. When in doubt, the best deck for overall imagery and symbolism still remains the traditional tarot deck by Rider Waite.

Cleansing Your Deck: When cleansing your deck, be sure to respect the cards and use either incense or your own energy to envelope the cards in white energy and banish away any impurities. You especially must do this if buying your cards second-hand, since any residual energies will negatively affect your readings. Try to cleanse each deck every month or so, or after they are touched by someone else.

Awakening the Deck: Each tarot deck has its own group of spirits, as each card is inhabited by a small consciousness. They each represent the energy of every card, and can help you in divination. However, the spirits must be awakened first. If they are not, they will remain asleep and the deck will not be as powerful. To awaken your tarot deck, this is what you must do:

Buy a cloth to keep your cards wrapped in, have it be special and kept clean.

When sleeping, keep the deck beneath your pillow

Keep the deck away from mundane objects (coins, other papers, etc.) whenever possible

After about 28-29 days (a Lunar month), the cards should be awoken, and one who is skilled in sensing energies should feel this happening. With the spirit awoken, the personal meanings of the cards will be combined with your own personal interpretations. 

Caring for the Deck: Once you have awakened your tarot deck, the spirits will have a certain way they wish to be treated. They are particular about some things, and will become aggravated or even abandon the tarot deck if they become mistreated. These are some things you must never do to your cards:

Never put electronics near or on top of tarot cards (including phone chargers).

Tarot cards don’t like the overwhelming energy of sunlight, keep them covered from it. Moonlight is okay however.

Do not let food or drink spill onto them; they will leave if this happens since their cards become contaminated.

Don’t do many tarot spreads in one day (3 or 4 is fine). Too many spreads exhaust the tarot cards, which will cause them stress and will result in inaccurate readings.

If you do a tarot reading with high hopes in mind, wishing desperately for a certain response, this will also stress the cards. Make sure to do readings with clarity and ambivalence towards any answer.

Never do a tarot reading during an eclipse (especially a solar eclipse), this will kill the tarot spirits. Always keep them covered during these times.

Don’t allow any animals near your tarot cards; they hate this and will likely leave if they become damaged or dirty.

Try not to drop your cards on the floor; if this happens, you need to purify them by projecting cleansing white energy for a little while onto the deck. Afterwards, sincerely apologize, and keep them covered.

Also, keep in mind that if you have more than one deck, the spirits will get a bit jealous of one another. This is unavoidable, so it is good to try and balance the amount of times you use each deck. If you don’t use one deck for a long while, it will become sad; but this can be fixed through sleeping with the deck under your pillow (while it’s in the box) and using it often again.

Care for each of your decks, but if you have a favourite, it will eventually become bound to you. A bound tarot deck will be more accurate since it cannot be affected by outside influences (the Waning Moon, other spirits, environmental energies, etc.). It will also cause your readings to not exhaust your energy.

How to read the cards: Reading tarot cards strongly requires you to use your intuition for each pull. The tarot spirits will help in this, often sending you intuitive signals or even causing a card to fly out. If you are uncertain if the card that flew out was meant for you or a mistake, hold a hand over it and sense its energy. If it is meant for you and your energy-sensing is good, you will feel a particular “tug” towards it. In regards to reversed cards, make sure that your tarot cards are not facing up-right in the deck all the time. Allow some cards to be upside-down since these will be brought to you if a reversal is needed in the reading. Additionally, the meaning of reversed cards does not always mean they’re the opposite. A good book for the reversal meanings is Guide to Tarot by Sarah Kettlewell. There is also the Tarot of the Bohemians by Papus if you’d like an in-depth study into interpreting the tarot cards.

When doing a reading, whether it’s for yourself or another person, you can either ask your cards the question out loud or in your mind; it doesn’t matter. Once you ask your question and you hold it in your mind, keeping calm and focused, you can select a card via intuition. This can be done in several different ways, just as long as the card you choose actually felt like it called you. One method is to gently hold the deck in your hands and slowly move your thumb across the side until you feel a “tug” in your stomach or if a card glows in your mind’s eye. There are other methods, so you can experiment and see what works best.

If your cards seem to suddenly be giving inaccurate information, ask them what is wrong, and pull a card. In many cases, it may be because the spirits are exhausted, but sometimes it might be because a malicious spirit is manipulating the reading. This can sometimes happen if you take too much time to draw a card, and a spirit notices you and decides to intervene.

When interpreting each card, focus on the meanings and the symbolism (according to the Rider Waite deck). For example, we can see through the artwork of the Major Arcana card named Strength that it represents using will-power, courage, and self-mastery to overcome difficulties. The woman places her hand in the lion’s mouth and has a crown upon her head- this signifies her inner-strength, confidence in her mastery, and the reward she has gained through her efforts. If this card shows up when asking for advice about a difficult situation, this is a clear sign for you to keep moving and take command of both yourself and the issue.

How to make proper tarot spreads: Tarot spreads are made in order to deeply dive into a situation, self-analysis, or other sort of insight. They require at least three cards; anything less is far too vague to bring any insight. But the most effective spreads utilize around 10 or 20 cards and may often need to be studied to be understood as a whole, rather than having more simple explanations. The spreads can be laid out in a symbolic manner and should be laid face-down until they are revealed at the end. If a card doesn’t make much sense to you, you can draw a second card as clarification and lay it on top of the first one.

Once you are done with your reading, make sure to place your cards back into their box so they can rest.

This was an overview of the basics of using tarot cards; I hope this assists you in your studies and practices, and brings further insight to this complex divinatory art.

[theauthor0]

Screen!Breaker Sans

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GENERAL INFO

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Screen!Breaker Sans, The fusion of Insans, Screen of Death!Sans, and SaveBreaker!Sans

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BACKSTORY

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Screen!Breaker was originally a normal sans in an Au, but once the human fell into the underground, the human brought a virus (was not natural) that infected the monsters making them weaker and dust within a couple of hours

Because of this Alphys had to close of hotland to prevent any infected monsters and the human from getting to the rest of the monsters population

The Alphys in this Au at first tried to develop a cure for the virus but failed as the human broke through the hotland barrier and Alphys got infected leading to her death

However Sans at the time also became infected and by the time he got to the king, he was already dead with the human standing their and at that time he saw the human RESET and then sans woke up, right back where he was before the human fell, at first he thought it was a dream intill it kept happening over and over and over again

Eventually Sans confronted the human, he wanted to know why, he wanted them to stop, but the human didn’t listen and instead infected him with a different virus

A virus that messed with his code, preventing sans from using his abilities normally

Now this sans was forced to watch everyone die around him and including himself, while he himself couldn’t do anything, this eventually drove him mad

Eventually Sans decided to kill the rest of the monsters, after all they all were going to die anyway, might as well end it sooner so they don’t suffer

But even with his high LV, the virus kept weakening him and the human was staring to overpower him

And in that moment sans got the idea to use the power of the human souls so he retreated to the barrier where he and the human will have their final fight

However it did not go as expected, the virus prevented Sans from absorbing the souls but the souls were still able to give sans their power so sans used the souls to power himself, this overloaded his body causing some damage to both his physical body and code

But sans couldn’t control this power and accidentally destroyed his Au and the human

Sans then awoken in the void with the human soul floating a top of him with the other souls seemingly disappeared

Sans (with the human soul) wandered the void and eventually Sans found a jar in the void to put the soul in

He also eventually found holes in the void that allowed him to go into other Au’s

And this is where his story ends as now he just does whatever he wants, he is still somewhat crazy as now he robs people of their gold and he still hates humans (specifically Frisks)

He tends to think of himself as the pirate of the multiverse

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PHYSICAL INFO

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Art made by @3mko

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PERSONALITY

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He can be described as a weird pirate, he lost all care for others meaning he doesn’t care about others lives, only himself, as much as this is true he kills the human in each Au as he does not want anyone else to go through that hell he has been through, tho he doesn’t say this to anyone and takes their gold as “payment” for his services.

He uses as a kind of "mask", in which he pretends to be all happy and fun when in reality he is hiding his pain and what he really feels, he also has a lot of nightmares

He is more of a jokester and prankster as he loves the people “admire” his work and jokes

He also developed a mental disorder being Kleptomania and Somniphobia

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COMBAT INFO

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(Statistics)

LV: 10

HP: 120

ATK: 21

DEF: 21

(Traits)

Hjiack: His presence prevents those who are able to reset from reseting.

Messed up Code: Due to the souls messing with both the virus and Sans code it caused some weird things to happen to sans

-His HP can go into the Negatives without dying

-His LV is stuck at 10 and anytime he gains LV it will only increase his EXP, his EXP will also keeping dropping rapidly

-He has grown much taller than he originally was

-Caused Asgore horns to actually to apart of him

-Now can summon magic strings that do nothing

(Abilities/Attacks)

Hallucination: When Screen!Breaker stares at his opponent they will hallucinate and see things that aren’t there

Smoke bombs: Self explanatory

Costly attacks: Due to a glitch in his code, it now costs G (or anything of value) in order for him to use his attacks, it costs 10G in order to summon a bone (Sharper and Faster), 20G to summon a blaster (Always hit their target kinda like insane)

Telekinesis: Self explanatory costs 3G for every second (includes soulless beings/things)

Teleportation: Self explanatory costs 100G (changes depending on the distance)

(Weaknesses)

No notable weaknesses except for being mentally unstable at times

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CREDITS

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Insans by @tatatale

Screen of Death!Sans by @lazyodraw

SaveBreaker!Sans by ShiKoYa22

[hightownquccn]

Adding a little more description that I have thought out in my head. Some is canon from MCU/comics and some is the twist I want to put on the character for my portrayals*.

Agent ???. ( I still have no name for him ) former SHIELD agent. best friend of Sharon Carter. or so he likes to claim. computer genius. skinny white boy. flirt. bisexual. he's annoying but really a sweetheart. not big on field work. but he can hack.

( ? (name undecided) is a former agent of SHIELD now mini-Tony Stark minus the suit and superhero status. Coming up through the academy he somehow befriended a woman by the name of Sharon Carter when they were put on an undercover assignment together. He was mostly just the support but made a few appearances in his undercover roll when needed to support Sharon aka 'Emily'.

A bit of a nerdy genius all he has ever wanted was to feel wanted and valuable. He was loyal to SHIELD until it fell thanks to HYDRA infiltrating and finally revealing themselves. With the fall of SHIELD, he used his knowledge to freelance and made a name for himself. He has been known to take on projects to help the likes of former SHIELD-loyal agents. He is very anti-HYDRA. )

Alex. "Dove". literature professor. musician. Inhuman. pain manipulator. Guatamalan/naturalized American.

( Original mini description that may be tweaked: Alex received his nickname of Dove from his mother in what almost feels like a different time. She used to call him her little pacifist. Now a lot older ( and not necessarily a whole lot wiser ) he still holds that peace should be tried before war.

After terrogenesis, Alex discovered he now has the power to cause pain in others. It goes against a lot of what his parents taught him growing up and what he believes in...but he isn't an idiot. Sometimes if you have a gun in your face or pointed at a loved one you need to act. So as much as he hates his powers he does try and avoid it if at all possible. Known for his aversion to violence many have begun calling him the Dove. )

Steve Rogers. captain america. the first avenger. the little guy. the man out of time.

( Steve is a World War II veteran, a founding member of the Avengers, and Earth's first known superhero. Rogers grew up suffering from numerous health problems, and upon the United States' entry into World War II, he was rejected from serving in the United States Army despite several attempts to enlist. Rogers ultimately volunteered for Project Rebirth, where he was the only recipient of the Super Soldier Serum. 

Fighting in the war, he served his country before supposedly sacrificing himself in a plane crash. Decades later he was awoken from his sleep and begins to readjust to modern life. Cap is needed once again and he picked up the mantel again, joining The Avengers. He served with his fellow members for a time before eventually post The Snap 2.0 retiring. He has passed the mantel on to a man formerly known as Falcon, Sam Wilson. Now he is trying to figure out what to do with his life. )

Amora of Asgard. The Enchantress. asgardian. formerly exiled to Midgard by the Allfather. seductress. intelligent.

( Parentage unknown. While still in adolescence, she ran away to the land of the Norns and apprenticed herself to Karnilla, one of the most powerful sorceresses in all the Asgardian dimension. There she studied all the basic arts of Asgardian magic until Karnilla expelled her for being too undisciplined. She picked up further mystical skills from seducing other Asgardian mages and wizards. In time, Amora became one of the more powerful magic-wielders in Asgard, with her magical arsenal focused on (but not limited to) charming and mind-controlling people. Her by-then well-renowned beauty did not hinder in this.

Amora has always had an obsession with Thor. She has been used as a weapon by the Allfather to try and distract Thor from his love of the human, Jane Foster. But she has also done things unsanctioned by the royalty of Asgard. During one of her many attempts to make the God of Thunder hers she is caught and sentenced by the Allfather to Midgard. While there she took up the name of Sylvie Lushton. Stripped of her powers she is stuck in the realm until Thor is banished as well. When Loki appears they strike a deal and she regained her powers. )

KEY NOTES*

I would not play Steve as having gone back in time to rejoin Peggy. He stayed in his current timeline and lives in New York.

I play Amora as having 'Sylvie Lushton' as her mortal name in tribute to the two different women that had the title of Enchantress in the comics.

I made Dove and Amora both at some point but they never got past the creation stages. Would anyone be interested in writing with any of these guys?

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🎄25 Days of HXH: Day 11: Hisoka x Festive🎄

You would think, knowing Hisoka all this time, looking through his closet, inspecting his day-to-day outfit, studying his personality and all its nuances, that you would have figured out what types of things he likes to wear. In his closet was nothing but designer heels and crop tops, mixed in with fancy turtlenecks and couture brands and cuts and patterns, equal to that of a VOGUE Model’s closet. Bright colors, expensive fabric, you’d think the answer would jump out at you, but no. Here you were, sitting around, unsure of what to get him. Hisoka always made sure to look the part of the season too, at least once during all the festivities. Although those outfits were rare, he made sure they had their debut, retiring them for a year before pulling them out again. Winter Wonderland by Eurythmics 

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Getting up, you walked over to his section in your closet and ran your fingers over his clothes, admiring the expensive fabrics as they passed between your fingertips. You couldn’t get him something overly expensive, seeing as that would make your bank account cry. Besides, picking out an item from a couture brand was never a good idea in terms of Hisoka, his tastes were peculiar but particular, being very picky about the pieces he owns. Moving your hand over to his jester get ups, you could see the small patching and different stitchings in them, suggesting the tears and rips had been sewn up by him or a tailor, but covered up nonetheless. It was almost unnoticeable if you weren’t close enough, but the outfits were somewhat tattered and well worn. Few things he had a love for, but his outfits were clearly one of them. You flipped through them, a sense of confusion slowly crawling into your mind. He had one in black and gold for New Years, one with hearts on it for Valentines Day, and every holiday up until Halloween, but the festive outfits stopped there. He had no Christmas outfit. The gaudiest possible outfit he could probably put together, and he didn’t have one at all. You’d been with him for quite some time, at least two Christmas’ together, but the most he’s ever had in terms of outfit was a Christmas hat, or the star and teardrop he adorned would be red and green.

Pulling one of his outfits from the closet, you set it on the bed before you, taking note of the fraying threads and patterns, thinking of perhaps fixing his outfits for him. Fixing them would be a gesture in itself, but not necessarily a gift. It was more like a thought of courtesy, or a simple act of love you could’ve done any other day of the year. You also knew getting him a gift from his favorite brands would also be a bit of moot point. 

On thoughts of earlier, it’s much easier to get a gift shrouded in a show of money, or shrouded in the capability to spend said money than find an appropriate gift that is an act of heart and thoughtfulness, because you realize the person you’re trying to gift has so many qualities and wonders that you’re trying to convey with the gift, that again, buying something generic, or something they asked for, or even a gift card was easier to produce. On another note, it’s quite difficult to impress Hisoka, furthermore difficult still to catch his attention with something. He’d said so himself in terms of your relationship; he was impressed by everything you are, and he’d admitted to you that you had most of his attention, being absolutely captivated by you. What could you give him that would captivate him, have all of his attention yet be a direct gift of heart, a gift full of meaning, conveying all that he meant to you. 

Running your fingers over the fabric inattentively as you let the gears turn, trying to figure out what would be suitable, you nearly jumped out of your skin to feel Hisoka’s breath tickle your ear. He always did have a knack for sneaking up on you when he wanted to.

“Somebody's brooding, I’d love to know what about~” Hisoka implored, using a lovely manicured nail to turn your face towards his own, his eyes boring into yours.

You pouted, seeing as you almost hurt yourself from being startled. You huffed in response to him, which earned you a giggle from the jester.

“Seems like I scared sweet y/n, eh?” commenting on your pout as he ran his fingers over your lips, his stare passing between them and your eyes.

Rolling your eyes you pulled away from him and picked up his outfit, making your way to put it back to the closet, but not before he pulled you back gently, quietly clicking his tongue.

“I don’t even get a hello, y/n?,” he began, poking your cheek and then poking your nose, “you clearly missed me, seeing as you’re fiddling with my clothes, dear~”

You scrunch your nose, and swat at his hands.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t” choosing to indulge his ego just a bit with your response.

Clearly it had as he pressed you closer to him, allowing his lips to hover over yours, making your chest tingle with anticipation, unable to deny that his kisses always held some sort of power over you. You grew antsy with him being this close to you, getting quickly fed up with his teasing. He took note of this, chuckling and closing the gap, allowing you to taste strawberry chapstick and bubblegum, soft and sweet, contrary to the actual person in question. 

He pulled away, humming at your pleased expression, poking your nose again as he let you go.

“I suppose you’ll tell me what you were brooding about now?” he queried again, cocking his head slightly as he watched you put his outfit away.

“No”, you answered, walking back to him and briefly peeking at banding on the clothing on his waist before passing him, “I won’t. It’s a secret.”

“A secret? Oh dear y/n secrets are hard to keep from me!” gushed Hisoka, clearly excited at the revelation of a secret. 

In truth, it was indeed difficult to keep secrets from him, intentional or not. He always had a way of knowing things and finding out secrets. You knew he was going to do everything in his power to figure out what this secret was, and you knew your plan was now that much harder. 

“Try not to get your nose too deep in my business, Hisoka” you muttered, moving towards him to check him for injuries, something that’d become customary in the relationship. Stopping at some blood on the back of his shirt you looked at him, ready to start patching him up.

“There’s blood on your shirt…” tugging at his shirt as you spoke, worry filling your voice.

“Not mine, dollface~” beaming at you in response.

Of course it wasn’t. 

Later the next day on your way home for work, you stopped at a fabric store and wandered the aisles, looking for the brightest red fabric available. You’d already taken the measurements from Hisoka’s clothes in the morning when you’d left for work, writing them down, careful to keep them hidden just in case he was lurking around. Picking out a red fabric, you moved and picked out a white one, and then white feather strip with bits of sparkly tinsel in them, planning on making a classic outfit. As a last minute decision, you picked up a red and white ribbon, remembering the banding around Hisoka’s waist. You had an only sewing machine at home, and you were prepared to sit down and watch a lot of tutorials so you could make your gift perfect.

Eventually arriving home, you were relieved to find Hisoka out of the house, knowing he wouldn’t be back until late. You got to work, following countless youtube instructions and tutorials, nicking your fingers ever so often with sewing in the minute details of your handiwork. Bits of feathers and tinsel would fall around you, as well as bits of red and white fabric in small strips, leaving the area around you look like an arts and crafts nightmare. You’d spent hours, but you finished, of course with some loose ends to cut and bits of this and that to sew in and overall perfect your work. It was one of Hisoka’s classic outfits but in a much more festive fashion. A red base fabric with white hearts and feather strip hem, tailored pants that tighten at the ankle to match, and a homemade Christmas hat to top it off. For under the shirt, his classic banding was red and white ribbons, adding a gentle sheen to the matte fabrics. Your hands were sore, and your thoughts sluggish. It was well into the night, and you had yet to clean up the mess you’d made. 

Although it took some time, you’d made the living room spotless, you showered, tucked Hisoka’s new outfit away in a box and tucked it under the bed and crawled under the covers and dozed off almost immediately, content with the gift you’d created. 

Rummaging around with the occasional thud was what woke you slightly, not enough to promptly spring into action, but enough for your drowsiness to be mixed with weariness. Propping up on an elbow, you squinted into the dark only to be met by the telltale silhouette of Hisoka approaching you and you let yourself flop back down on the bed as he crawled in next to you, pressing kisses into your shoulders, quietly talking your ear off, seemingly also drowsy.

Once again awoken by slight morning noises you groaned and rolled over, trying to see just what Hisoka was up to this time. Although your vision was clouded by sleep, your heart sank, rose and began beating out of your chest all at once upon realizing what you were looking at. Hisoka had the box you’d hidden, open on the bed staring in pure shock at the gift you’d prepared, an expression you rarely got to see.

“Hisoka...nooooo….” groaning as you sat up and crawled towards him, reaching for the box.

He moved his hands and the box away from your grasp, causing you to whimper.

“Y/n...do tell me, what’s this?” glancing at you as he whispered, clearly in awe.

“It was supposed...to be a surprise,” you started, your heart sinking again, feeling absolutely defeated, “it wasn’t finished yet…”

Hisoka seemed to connect the dots in that moment, remembering you in his clothes and talking of secrets and he gasped as he pulled it completely out of the box. You curled up as he inspected it, quietly giggling as he held the matching hat, trying it on, finding it to be a snug fit. He was clearly in a state of pure genuine joy, a most precious smile on his face as he played with the ball on the end of the hat and squeezing the fuzzy fabric. 

“It wasn’t good yet…” you whimpered, upset that he’d found out early, and he stopped, looking at you as he took note of your voice.

“Oh hush y/n..,” his voice full of veneration, “this is perfect, love..”

You glanced up at him, and you could tell he meant it, that look of astonishment, he was fully impressed, his attention was well caught.

“I still have to fix some of the stitching…”

“When? I’d love to wear this soon!” he exclaimed, turning the shirt this way and that.

“Well-” 

“OH y/n you shouldn’t have” Hisoka gasped, picking up the shiny ribbon bandage you pieced together, running it through his fingers, his eyes ablaze as he inspected it.

“Well I could fix it now, I suppose,” you sighed, getting up and getting the sewing kit you put together. Coming back, you sat down and essentially put the final touches on the outfit, cutting the frays and rough bits of extra fabric, and watched him try on the outfit, seeing Hisoka grinning from ear to ear, looking festive as ever. It was gaudy, in a sense, but perfect for him in his own way. You could only sigh happily, seeing him this way.

Hisoka materialized in front of you, catching you off guard and making you yelp as he planted kisses across your face, taking you out of your disgruntled mood, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’ll have to ask you for clothes more often, y/n,” he said in the middle of pressing kisses into your neck, “this fits wonderfully~”

You nodded as you let Hisoka drown you in early morning affection. In a cheesy sense, you could say Christmas came early for Hisoka, but one should leave cheesy endings for another day. 

[artxyra]

How about Damian being a part of Ms Buster's class when he was on a League mission and the class basically becoming a mini cult. They do all sorts of crazy stuff like make go-carts powered by karaoke machines, not leaving the builing when fires start because smores duh, and so much more.When his mission is over there are many tears and the cult disassembles. Years later the class gets a trip to Gotham and the city QUAKES when the cult reforms.Many chaotic shenanigans & crying at the reunion.

Marinette was only eight when her primary school life changed for the better. On that faithful day in Mlle. Gilbertine class, a new student was introduced under the precedent of a transfer from another country. His name was Damian, no last name was given to the teacher nor the students within the classroom. To her, Nino, Chloe, Nathaniel, and Kim, he was an odd boy as Damian stressed for no social relations with anyone. In fact, Marinette had caught several times engaging in lonesome activities when they were all together messing in the field. It was after that, Marinette made it her life’s mission to befriend the emotionless kid.

It was hard at first trying to trick the young man into dance battles, hopscotch, and simple games like red light, green light. He was very much against the idea until one day, Marinette decided on a shooting game with water guns and makeshift go-carts out of bike parts. It was the creation of that game that changed the young group’s lives forever.

Soon newer and crazier games began to take over the classroom of Mlle. Gilbertine. Nino would bring in his CD player and the moment music boomed out of the speakers everyone knew what was about to happen.

One day, when they were in the school pool area pretending to be sea monsters and attacking one another we kickboards and pool noodles, the group was then dubbed the “Premier Chaotique” cult as they were youthful and the stuff they come up with was chaotic than anything the future Hawkmoth could ever come up with.

Marinette and Damian were deemed the leaders as they were able to control and come up with the plans. Chloe, due to her father being in politics, was the person who decided on the locations and what would be the most chaotic method. The rest were their follower who cared much about Marinette.

Mlle. Gilbertine was determined to get the Premier Chaotique cult under control but they were slick and made plans at random, she remembers the day when tons of ice cup somehow managed to cover every one of her student desk and the odd appearance of snow sleds. It is rumored that the mini cult managed to keep their own little snow resort just using ice cream. It was a pain to clean up.

Marinette remembers the days where the mini cult would paint the city red with flowers and chaotic goodness. It is a miracle that the cops never brought their parents into the investigation. Then again with a child as pure as Marinette in the lead, people would fall over when they see her smile.

Their biggest achievement was when the school’s kitchen managed to catch on fire during a lunch period. While everyone else was being evacuated, the group somehow managed to slip through the adults and back into the cafeteria. Kim had brought marshmallows that day and when the firefighters enter to put out the flames, they were greeted with the sight of children with wood sticks eating smores and telling scary stories. It was their greatest achievement and the worst nightmare because only a day later, Damian had to go back to his home country.

Marinette fell into depression along with the others. After a month without Damian, they vowed to never speak of the best year of their life unless they ever meet Damian again. It was no secret that Marinette had a crush on the foreign boy, so the cult disassembles and never mentions Damian ever again.

Years past since that day, Chloe took it upon herself to bully Marinette as those who knew them in their younger days forget that they were ever friends. Marinette took on art along with Nathanial, but she went in the direction of fashion designing while he goes in direction of comic book styles. Nino stayed friends with all but Chloe and found his calling in music production. The name that used to strike fear in the hearts of the Paris citizens, faded away into a false memory.

Little did anyone know, the spirit of the Premier Chaotique cult lives on and would be awoken in just under two decades.

A sixteen-year-old Marinette works her butt off to make this trip a reality. It was not for the approval of her classmates, it was for her sanity. Three years of being Ladybug has put a toll on her and she plans to take advantage of the lack of akuma attacks going on. When the acceptance letter landed in her hands, her parents swear they saw a bolder be lifted off their daughter. She was smiling more and appeared less stressed than she ever been since finding out the school board decided to move teachers with their students as a handful of teachers left Paris, some even left France altogether.

Her closet allies were the first to know about the trip to Gotham before Mlle. Bustier was given the information. They cheered happily before anything bad could happen, dismantling everything Marinette has ever done.

After giving the proper miraculous to Luka and Kagami and convincing Kaalki to come with her to Gotham only to be used as an emergency, Marinette was set to leave Paris France and head to Gotham, New Jersey.

Upon entering the streets of Gotham, a cold chill runs down everyone’s spine aside from the former mini cult members. Too Mlle. Bustier, the chill was all too familiar bringing up memories of those kids that terrorized the streets before Hawkmoth. She looks around to see nothing out of place before promptly calling out her students so they could make it to the hotel.

Everyone who felt that chill had a right to be warry.

For the first day, everything seemed fine, but when you leave the original members of Premier Chaotique alone for a moment, well chaos was sure to happen. Chloe and Marinette had put aside their difference during the Lila era of the class reign took over and managed to stay friends after the liar’s reign ended. Plans were made but not yet enforced, it did not feel right, and they knew why– it was the lack of their leader Damian.

“Dams?” Marinette calls out when she saw the familiar sighting of the boy that was her first love. He hadn’t changed by much; he was still taller than her.

“Mars?” That nickname sent the French-Asian teen running into the arms of the Ice King himself. Time froze in that café for several reasons but the main one was definitely because they just witnessed Damian Wayne hugging someone willing.

“You look nice,” Marinette sways before a mischievous smirk tugs on her lips, “The others are here too.”

This time it was Damian who smirks bringing Marinette closer to him. “Mm, shall be bring Gotham to its knees?”

They share a smirk that was soon ended by an explosion.

Thus, the Premier Chaotique cult was reformed. They decided to meet that night. Dinosaur inflatable suits of various colors were brought. Music blared in the streets of Gotham nears hotel the class was staying out. The members of Premier Chaotique all strutting down in the middle of the streets dancing as Nino holds a boombox over his shoulder.

Jam Jams @crazyforbatsDid anyone else wake up to music and dancing dinos last night?

Kay @gokaykaer [A one-minute video of flashlights and six dinosaurs doing the Cha-Cha-Slide] I swear I just saw @thebloodwayne for a split second.

Twitter was blowing up the next morning with various videos and gifs of the events that happened the night before. The only people who weren’t affected by the popularity was the group who were apart of it.

Marinette and Damian spent the remains of that talking choosing which plan to do next. It would consist of bikes and a zip line from the tallest building to the smallest building possible.

Going to the Wayne household, Bruce could already feel a migraine coming as Dick and Jason plays the video over again in the main room. Damian shames his family members while the oldest complaints about why they haven’t thought of that for a family outing. It’s all about class, Dick, it all about class. Alfred mentally takes notice of the lack of emotions from Damian and the recent purchase from the teens account at a party store.

The next night, began the fears that every Parisian feared would happen.

Nino and Kim were able to find the buildings needed to hook the zip line to while Chloe set up the equipment with the help of Nathanial. Damian had to ditch his family members, and Marinette had to keep the class and others from finding out what they are doing. Once everything was ready, the Premier Chaotique enters their playground wearing hooded leotards (or bodysuits) with a latex match stretched their eyes. Kim went first down the zip line as Damian race down the streets on the bike. Originally, they were going to use the bikes as their way down, but the zip line could hold the bike and the person on it, so they turned it into a race instead.

Their fun ends when someone called the cops and sirens echoed loudly against their music. Gotham’s twitter users weren’t too happy that someone had called the cops on the bravest of things to ever surface on Gotham streets since Batman.

It was during the tour of Wayne Enterprise, that the Premier Chaotique learned Damian’s last name. He was an effing Wayne which then lead to some confusion. Marinette had asked Damian what his last name when they were eight and he replied with something along the lines of not being a Wayne until he was ten.

His brothers, in shock from seeing him interact with teens his age, begged Bruce to invite them over to the manor. This needs to go into the record books.

While it was a momentous occasion for Damian’s brothers, it was reality check for Mlle. Bustier. Her screams echo against the halls of WE as memories of the chaos are awoken. She stares at Marinette in denial, there was no way her prize student was about the cult that did so much damage all those years ago. Then on top of that having the entire crew in her classroom, Caline was beginning to feel faint.

Bruce, unknowingly, invited even more chaos into his household that night. Chloe and Marinette were able to convince Mlle. Bustier to let the five of them stay with Mr. Wayne for the night in hopes of “catching up” with Damian. After getting the approval from Mr. Wayne, she agreed secretly ecstatic that they wouldn’t be in her care for the next several hours.

“I’m bored, let’s play a prank?” Kim randomly shouts when they were all staring out the TV waiting for something good to come on.

“What do you have in mind?” Marinette asks as Damian pushes her off him knowing that she’ll use him as a throne.

“Hey Dams, do you own go-carts are something of a familiar nature?”

Damian thinks about it for a minute, “Tt, father wouldn’t dare let those things in the house. We can prank my brothers though. Scaring them shitless would bring me joy.”

“Well I have a few ideas, we can use.” Chloe states pulling out the book of mischief.

Let’s just say that prank will forever rule the day the Batfamily ever found out about the Premier Chaotique.

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