#Binah

[chui--3]

Garion - a weapon created to protect the city(but not random laboratories on the outskirts)

I love it when inspiration awakens and my hands actually working

[binah-beloved]

sometimes, Binah is struck with the sudden urge to pick you up.

you never suspect it. unless you happen to look right at her seconds beforehand. she stares silently at you from across the room, almost birdlike in how she tilts her head to the side, just barely. you could be doing paperwork, talking to coworkers, sorting books. it didn't matter, particularly. Binah approaches either way.

a yelp of surprise escapes you as you're suddenly lifted into the air, a firm hold wrapped around your waist. Binah's lips twitch into a subtle smile, swaying gently back and forth and pressing a light kiss against your head.

then she sets you back down and walks off with an air of satisfaction, leaving you baffled and rumpled and a bit loved than before.

[porkchopswithsalt]

peeps

[aylafyuh]

[cent-scratchnsniff]

lady binah

[xebreppemu]

commission done for @thermite-real of his Library of Ruina girl, Binah.

[nxroo]

A red what

[valorantium]

Gilded Ring

…There’s a woman, sitting at a table in your headspace.

She wasn’t there before. She wears a lightless cloak, and five rings around the fingers of her left hand.

In her right hand is an intricate teacup, from which she occasionally sips.

You and the rest of your headmates are dumbfounded, standing around in utter confusion.

She’s nothing like you.

And yet, here she is. Daintily sipping an aromatic tea.

She looks calm, unbothered… and yet the feeling of power she exudes… is nearly suffocating.

Then, she speaks.

“...You must be very confused, I assume.” Her voice is low, almost monotone, yet melodic nonetheless. “Rest assured, I mean you, and your family, no harm.”

Loop is the first to speak up. “Well, that’s reassuring and all, stranger, but… who are you, exactly?”

“I am called Binah. I arrived here by way of the Light, for reasons I am not privy to as of yet. But I have confidence that all shall be revealed to us in due time.”

Mal du Pays, ever the skeptic, hums in irritation, but doesn’t say anything. Null sighs and turns away.

You sigh, nod, and ask a question. “...So, are you going to be fronting at all? Is there anything I should keep in mind for that?”

In response, she shakes her head. “I will be content to remain an observer. Through your eyes I shall see this world of yours, and grant my input when I see fit. But I shall not take your body from you.”

You give a short nod, and open your eye in the real world. Your headspace fades from view.

Two weeks have passed.

Binah, as she is called, remains an observer in your mind. As she promised.

You’re camping out with your family, and watching the sky and the trees.

You spot a bird, resting on a tree. Light feathers, with a dark patch on its belly.

(“Ah, look there… an interesting specimen.”)

(“Hm?”)

(“That bird. It’s… a lovely little bird, wouldn’t you say? The plumage is wonderfully-patterned, even absent of the hues I am familiar with. The way it carries itself… reminds me of something.”)

You look closer at the bird. It gently preens itself, without so much as a peep. The plumage on its belly shifts a bit… no, that can’t be right. Just your eyes playing tricks.

It looks up, puffs its chest out, and flutters away.

(“...It IS a nice bird, Stardust~”)

You can’t argue with that.

(“I fail to see the point in this…”) Mal pipes up, quietly.

(“Shouldn’t we be looking out for the others?”) Null responds, pragmatic as always.

(“We needn’t exert ourselves too much. It’s a wonderful evening, after all. A perfect time to relax.”)

You can’t help but silently agree with Binah. You feel your eyelid growing heavy.

You drift to sleep.

Everything’s gone wrong.

EVERYTHING HAS GONE WRONG.

A massive Sadness came out of nowhere while you and your family were traveling through a forest.

It swiftly took down Odile before she even had the chance to Craft.

Mirabelle fell next, hurled against a tree, now unconscious.

Bonnie’s hiding somewhere, thank the stars.

Isabeau is gritting his teeth in pain, having taken a wicked blow from a stinger dripping venom.

You can barely stand. Null fronted for a moment, but it somehow suppressed your Time Craft.

Ramos held out longer than expected, but was exhausted and slammed by a tree that the monster tore from the ground.

You can’t move. You can barely force your body to act. The toxin paralyzes your muscles, clouds your mind, you can’t breathe, you CAN’T- YOU HAVE TO- YOU CAN’T GO BACK-

(“...I do apologize for what must happen now. It appears… that you are struggling to hold your own. Surviving as long as you did against this thing was admirable, though.”)

(“...wh-what…?”)

(“Rest, Siffrin. I shall take the lead, just this once.”)

You can’t think straight. You- YOU

You

sink.

…

…

You are Binah, now.

You have taken control of the body you reside in. It takes a moment to acclimate, but you manage quickly.

You glance at your left hand. There are your rings, one on each finger.

The power of your Singularities flows through your veins, purges the beast’s toxins, and patches your wounds.

Time to have a little fun.

You grin, as you rise to your feet. Stretching your arms, you can’t help but chuckle.

The beast turns its attention to you. The small bird from before perches on a nearby branch and watches. Of course he does. He knows you, after all.

Never mind that. With a roar, the monster’s many claws dig into the ground. It bounds toward you, bellowing with hatred.

You raise an arm, and…

Pillar

Snap. A column of pure force, gilded and runed, collides head-on with the charging Sadness, throwing it backwards and blasting a chunk out of its shoulder. Do not let it breathe. You flick your fingers towards it.

Fairy

Shimmering into existence, the Fairy leaps forth. The monster howls in pain, slashed from every angle, every movement compounding its agony. In anguish, it snaps a tree off its trunk and hurls it towards you.

Lock

It stops in place, the Lock’s image gleaming over it. With a wave of your hand, another Pillar, and more Fairy. The trunk is snapped in half, and the monster’s wounded arm is severed.

It screams. Good. It feels pain. That makes this more interesting.

Its tail thrusts towards you, stinger poised to deliver a lethal injection.

Chain

Not a chance. It’s held in place, by gilded chains on every limb. You step forward, chuckling.

“I wonder… what is it that brought you into existence?” You ask, not expecting an answer. “Acting solely on instinct, it seems… and yet… you seem compelled to cause as much pain as physically possible.”

You lean forward, close to its face. “I wonder… who, then, might your master be? Who could have created such a vile beast as you?”

It roars out, snapping the chain on its remaining arm and swinging towards you.

“...I suppose I shall never know.” The attack is easily deflected by use of Wave. Now, the finale. It’s a tad disheartening, to end your display here… but you cannot complain. It had been far too long since you’d ever tasted this thrill.

One.

A wave of energy emanates from your raised hand. The trees waver, the grass flutters.

TWO.

Another wave, stronger. The beast is forced to its knees, body breaking underneath the weight of this gravity.

And…

Shockwave

…Your blinding head hurts…

You remember… camping with your family, and… and then… Right, that Sadness! It came out of nowhere and wiped the floor with all of you! But… then, you heard… Binah. She said something weird, and then… you felt as if you were…

…Sinking.

Sinking, in an endless ocean of thoughts, prayers, and emotions.

(“Ah, you’re awake.”)

?!

(“I do apologize for my intercession in that conflict. But it is clear that you could not handle the threat on your own, though you did fight admirably.”)

Wait… she fronted…? Then, where-

(“Look around you, little star. You shall find the remains of your foe quite… scattered.”)

…That… explains it.

(“The rest of your companions, within and without, should be awake and healed soon. I saw to that. As for you, however… I saw fit to grant you a gift.”)

A… gift?

(“It is but a fraction of my power, one which I am rather fond of. A sort of… ‘skeleton key’, in a way. Though it can open more than just locks. I do hope it serves you well, little star.”)

She vanishes from your thoughts before you can ask any questions.

You feel a slight weight on your left hand…

A tarnished ring. When did…?

[Got MEMORY OF AN ARBITER.]

(Always equipped. Grants access to Degraded Fairy.)

…You don’t notice it, but as you leave later in the day, a small bird follows you out of the dark forest.

The Small Bird’s beak whispered, without cessation…

[nmoroder]

I'm gonna track you down, RRAGH!

[spdcooler]

[sinclairenthusiast]

some color/posing practice with the sephirah

[chui--3]

Binah the recruiter from the Squid Game, was fun to draw

People ask me for strange commissions... but i still love them

And i returned to the old price of 7 dollars(no one wants to give me 60 dollars again...)

[binah-beloved]

Being embraced into Binah cloak feels like it would be incredibly soothing. If you were ever immensely stressed she could tuck you in and wrap the cloak around you blocking off the outside world allowing you to just focus on her. You can listen to her heartbeat as she lightly squeezes you in a warm embrace like a weighted blanket as she whispers any words of advice you need to hear

correct. correct. correct. it's heavy and thick and blocks out all light and sound, the fur around the edge soft and soothing. Binah uses it when you're twitchy, wincing at every noise and gripping your arms. she nudges your shoulder to grab your attention, silently ushering you close and opening her coat, enveloping you inside

everything else fades and blinks out when she wraps it over your head. the noise, the horrible ensemble of voices and ambiance. it vanishes, leaving only the steady rhythm of her heart and even breathing. Binah runs a slow, careful hand over your hair, humming quietly. a song of reassurance, that everything will be alright

it's warm, in her arms, in the cloak. warm enough for sleep to pull at your eyes, muscles finally beginning to untense. how long has it been since you fully rested? Binah can't say for sure as she guides you to the couch, leaning your head up against her chest. she tucks the heavy, soft fabric over you, weighing you down until you're nothing more than an exhausted puddle of a person, a concept of wakefulness. her hand strokes your cheek, fingers pressing gently into the soft skin as she kisses you, once, then pulls you down for a much needed rest

[slappyclappy]

I finished Library of Ruina

[aylafyuh]

Arbiter jumpscare

[witnesstheabsurd]

AN ARBITER