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szynkaaa · 3 months ago

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This is my first time asking but I'm going to ask anyway (and English is not my native language) I'm curious to know how your OC and the destined one met (I mean how was their first interaction)

hi hi! thank you so much for your ask, this is the first time I have received one about my OC <3

probably something like this (read right-to-left)

Gonna use this chance to talk a bit more about my AU lol

Wrote in a separate post here that Oz has met Sun Wukong before when she was a child and he was buried under the mountain.

So when she got whisked back into fantasy ancient China, she landed where Yuan Shoucheng aka Gourd Grandpa (the old man carrying a big gourd on his back) was already waiting there for her. He foresaw her arriva. The vague gist of my AU is that the the reason why this Destined One succeeds in retrieving all artifacts and becomes SWK is because he is also sort of the manifestation of that childish promise 5-years-old Oz made that she will save SWK one day (from under the mountain but clearly that didn't happen lol). But also since her ancestor is from this world, her descendants were fated to return back here one day.

Gourd grandpa updates her on her ancestors and their roles in the Celestial Court and the shitstorm that happened that ultimately let to the clan being massacred and one person escaping to "our" world, where magic doesn't exist and all those people are just characters from myths and stories. But also her ancestor isn't the only person that traversed through the two worlds - over the centuries more have come and gone. This is also why people in her world have those myths and deities. In my AU Wu Cheng'en also escaped from fantasy ancient China into her world and then wrote Journey to the West. He took artistic liberty to change some things for his novel, hence some things in BMW are different than in JTTW (like the ZBJ and violet spider love story or how SWK had a romance with White Bone Demon).

Anywayyy, Oz task on the adventure is to document their journey together, and she is responsible for using the magical gourd to suck in the will of the defeated bosses in.

And 2-3 days later the Destined One shows up. I don't think Oz was very happy about leaving gourd grandpa and join the Destined One on his travel, but if he is her best chance to find a way back home to see Taylor Swift live, then she will do it.

The Destined One is indifferent to mildly annoyed about this, but doesn't protest too much, as long as she doesn't slow him down yadda yadda. I do think that DO did feel some sort of special connection to her, because he is sort of a manifestation of that promise. it doesn't really take long for him to get used to her and also to care for her. One of Sun Wukong's massive core trait is that he cares so much for his loved ones and does not hesitate to do the impossible for them, and I like to imagine that even though SWK senses have been split into 6 different parts, the caring part stayed with each Destined One reincarnation.

#szynkART #the ham talks #yes #the DO falls first #but Oz falls harder #also also Oz is a splitting image of her ancestor that fled the celestial court to her world (not a reincarnation)#the celestial court blamed the clan for something they wre innocent of hence #but it was an excuse to slaughter the clan #gourd grandpa was a friend of her great great great great 10x grandma #and Erlang Shen saw the injustice in this all so he was the one who obtained the portal scroll and helped the ancestor to escape #after BMW it think it's on brand for him to do that #played with the idea that maybe they were engaged but it was a one-sided love (erlang lol) but eh #it would be weird to see their descendeant that is a splitting image of your loved one LOL #anyway. I have liks SO MANY lore ideas for Oz if you wanna know more feel free to drop and ask!#cepheus baskerville #black myth wukong #black myth wukong oc #sun wukong #sun wukong x oc #sun wukong x reader

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bonefall · 1 year ago

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oo snowkit becomes snowcarve?

He does!

In StarClan, you can use the names and appearance that you could have had, if you died young. It's very rare that you get permakits or permapprentices. I lifted from the COTC story about Smallstar and his siblings.

(Though, in BB those kits actually survive and it's MAPLESHADE’S kits who lead to the law on protecting children, Darkstar's Commandment, the Queen’s Rights. Smallstar is the leader of WindClan and xey're super chill. Xey own a lovely shawl.)

So Snowkit chooses to appear as Snowcarve, an Honor Title he would have earned for the creation of a full written Clan cat language, expanded from the simple glyphs. I'm not sure if he's a popular patron, but I do know that Bramble and Tawny invoke him sometimes.

Unfortunately though he's more invoked for general guidance by the two of them, not for possibilities like I think he'd like. He watches over them though, like a guardian angel. A lot of cats secretly have those.

I'm not sure who he follows around more often though. I think he LIKES following Tawny more because she's a better listener to his omens. But he feels like Bramble NEEDS him more, y'know?

Also notably, Snowcarve was technically their uncle, but the relationship is best described as "1st cousin." Rabnir in Clanmew, a familial role about somewhat distant but parallel growth, seen also with Brightpaw and Swiftpaw.

#Snowcarve has a lot of opinions on the Clan and its actions #I think he really strongly dislikes how they tried to 'honor' him with Whitewing #She's deaf and serious but he doesn't feel like they're very alike at all. She doesn't even like glyphs.#I think in general he feels a lot of resentment about how they remember him as something so innocent and simple #One of the interesting implications of how dead kids work in BB that I haven't explored much is--#--that they will be remembered for the most simple part of their existence #But they're like angels. They have a lot of tasks and jobs they carry out and they learn all that #And see what they could have been on earth. And even claim it. They aren't connected to that innocent image of themselves #Or even to the mortal plane in general. They have a stronger connection to the celestial one #So sometimes a parent will live a whole life thinking of the baby they lost #Only to meet their adult child in the afterlife.#BB!Snowcarve #There's a couple relevant young-angels actually I should write a blurb for the most important ones #Mole Moss Shrew and Snow.#Tw child death #Tw ableism

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serpentface · 6 months ago

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FAMILY TITLES AMONG THE HILL TRIBES

(ft. various linguistic notes and tangents)

In-universe Brakul’s self-given title of ‘Red-Dog’ is Brakul 'ne-Dainh' in his native language (Bict-Urbinnas dialect of the Highland language group) and Brakul 'Chin-Reyla' in Wardi. Ne-Dainh/Chin-Reyla is not something he treats as or considers an actual surname or identity, just a self-styled nickname. He already has a title.

Family names/surnames are not a native practice among the Hill Tribes (though some clans or individual families have adopted this practice), and all traditionally use titles that designate immediate ancestry, clan and tribe. These full titles are officially given when one comes of age and are spoken aloud in ceremony (with the entire direct male and female lines listed by name, with most traditions expecting 12 generations of each being named).

The function is to cement one’s sense of place in the world, and their place in a direct ancestral line, which puts the person under the full watch and guidance of their ancestors. It's also a critical method of recording lineage- the long held practice of each person memorizing at least 24 total direct ancestors allows for very long, largely accurate records of family history to be kept, with some people able to trace their ancestry all the way back to initial settlement of the Highlands (or even beyond).

Brakul’s full title is:

“Brakul virsum Kuligan et Borunil an Briyonis ne-Taig an Bict-Urbinnas”

Which dead literally translates to “Brakul son of Kuligan and Borunil of the Foothills (of) Red-Cattle, of the North (Urbin/Erubin) River Valley” but has a much richer meaning in the original language.

"BRAKUL VIRSUM KULIGAN ET BORUNIL"

The actual meaning here is closer to ‘Brakul, son of Kuligan and his father’s fathers, and Borunil and her mother’s mothers’.

“Virsum” means ‘child (son/daughter) of’ (the gender is contextual), but implies the person’s status as a descendant of a full male and female line of ancestors. A different word is used if you’re just saying ‘I’m so and so’s son”. The title describes him as a son of his father Kuligan and of Kuligan’s male line, and of his mother Borunil and Borunil's female line.

All ancestors (within this particular system of kinship, divided into one direct male line from the father and one direct female line from the mother, and not including husbands from the female line or wives from the male line) are invoked and credited with the word ‘virsum’. Speaking it as part of the personal title is part of the routine and necessary honoring of one’s ancestors, who watch over their descendants from the afterlife and can temporarily return to the land to guide and protect (and sometimes punish, or teach sharp lessons to) the living.

"AN BRIYONIS NE-TAIG"

The actual meaning here would be understood as ‘clan/people of the foothills where cattle are lit red by the setting sun'.

‘Briyonis’ is the word for ‘foothill’, citing his clan’s specific location being the foothills that form the slopes of the north Urbin river valley. He is of a lesser clan within the powerful North Urbin River tribe. His clan benefits from close affiliation to their more powerful ruling clans located directly in the river valley, which grants them access to a greater variety of cultivated foods, but their actual position in the foothills still renders them predominantly reliant on cattle for subsistence. Clan names referencing cattle or horses are very common, given their frequent centrality to life.

The ‘ne-Taig’ literally means ‘red cattle’, but the ‘ne’ color word for red specifically invokes shades of red seen in and cast by a rising/setting sun. This red cast is culturally regarded as a unique beauty and evocative (and part of the name) of the solar god Hraighne. The foothills his clan is physically located on are a vantage point from which the western horizon is not fully obscured by mountains, and they experience very striking sunsets and are directly touched by the light. This is fairly unique to this location, and is invoked in the clan name and identity. ‘Ne-Taig’ here suggests a visual of grazing cattle illuminated red by the sun as it crosses the horizon.

‘Ne-Dainh’ carries the same implication, a dog illuminated red by setting sunlight. The Wardi language does not have a comparable word for a sunlit red and ‘Chin-Reyla’ really does just mean ‘(orangeish) red dog’ (‘reyla’ is specific to orangey-red colors, which is the closest match he could get. There’s no way to impart the meaning of ‘sunlit-red dog’ in Wardi that is non-clunky enough to be appropriate for a name).

"AN BICT-URBINNAS"

‘an Bict-Urbinnas’ is fairly simple, Bict means ‘north’, and 'Urbin' is the name of the specific river that stems from a northern and eastern tributary. This river has a very ancient name (or a derivative of one) that predates settlement by the Hill Tribes, and its exact meaning is lost.

The root -(n)nas designates a river valley, but has strong implications of being an esteemed and bountiful place, rather than solely a literal geographical descriptor (as the river valleys are centers of power and trade in the highlands). It may be a loanword from the Wardi language family, as its usage is VERY similar in form and function to the Wardi -(n)nos, which also suggests a place of esteem and bounty (more specifically having connotations of a kingdom).

’An’ literally means ‘of’, but in the specific sense of describing the place and identity of a collection of people. ‘an Bict Urbinnas’ would be understood in speech as ‘of the north Urbin River Valley (people)’. The clans historically settled in and around the valley of the North Urbin River form the totality of the Bict-Urbinnas tribe.

The ‘Urbin’ word predates the contemporary Wardi name ‘Erubin’ for the river, the latter of which invokes the semi-mythological founding figure Erub, who himself was of a Wardi tribe located downriver to the south of the Highlands. The real historically extant ‘Erub’ was most likely named Urub after the river, with his cited name shifting over the centuries in folklore, and the Wardi name for the river shifting with it.

‘Erubin’ as a corruption of ‘Urbin’ functions very well in Wardi language due to ‘-bi/bin’ denoting something as a ‘gift’, usually in a more metaphorical sense. ‘Erubin’ is understood as meaning ‘(The river that is) Erub’s gift’, and the Erubin/Urbin river is a key tributary to the much larger Black river, one of the key rivers that feeds the region's wetter and more fertile west. This 'gift' meaning also occurs in the name of the southeastern Imperial Wardi city-state Erubinnos, which is understood as meaning ’((The kingdom that is) Erub’s gift’. He is considered to have conquered and taken the land (from the core city's actual founders, the Wogan people) and established a kingdom there in the early days of warring Wardi tribal monarchies.

#Just dropping this randomly because it's a pretty complete lore dump in my notes app #Family names are a big fucking deal in the Wardi cultural sphere and not having one is associated with being a bastard or otherwise #displaced or unwanted. If pressed Brakul either fully lies and says 'ne-Dainh' (which will just come off as 'oh it's some foreign name')#Or lists his actual title (not a family name but equally important). Sometimes listing all 24 generations if he's particularly annoyed.#It's only strictly necessary to memorize 12 ancestors in each line but it's considered good practice to be able #to cite associated non-direct ancestor husbands/wives/siblings/etc. That's where the tattoos as a mnemonic device comes in #It's easy to memorize 24 ancestors but very difficult to memorize 24 ancestors and at least some of their family members #And remembering and honoring the dead by name is of great importance- both puts you under the protection of more #ancestors (including non-direct ones) and ensures the dead's status in the afterlife is secure (it's believed that fully forgotten #dead leave the celestial fields and can no longer directly intercede with the living- though with some additional nuances to what #constitutes being fully forgotten)#Venerating and remembering the dead is a huge focus of cultural practice and additional methods are used to safeguard #ancestors (and other honored dead without descendants) whose names have been forgotten. There's one yearly holiday focused entirely on #the nameless dead where they are invoked and honored via little straw dolls that are burnt in bonfires high in the mountains so the #smoke is sent up to the Fields. It takes weeks of preparation and tens (maybe hundreds idk I'm bad with scale) of thousands of #dolls will be made each year across the Highlands for this purpose. Honoring them with effigy even without name is usually #considered enough to safeguard their afterlife for at least another year.#Also yeah kinship systems among the Hill Tribes (and very similarly among the Finns) follow a male line/female line system #Only father's father's fathers (...) and mother's mother's mothers (...) are considered direct ancestors (though all four grandparents #are sometimes honored as ancestors even if only two are considered DIRECT ancestral kin- this tradition varies)#Inheritance systems are somewhat matrilineal given that a wife is considered the owner and arbiter of property and a husband is #its protector and active manager. If a man and woman from different clans (or tribes) marry any children will be considered to be of #the clan/tribe of whichever spouse does NOT relocate in marriage.#Whether the husband moves in with the wife or the wife moves in with the husband is dependent on an arbitration process #and the husband (and his family) being able to provide a bride price (which is somewhat of a payment for the land/property #the wife's mother will be passing down to the new husband's management should he move in- and displays his ability to care #for and provide valued assets. A man who can provide a bride price tends to receive greater respect)#This is most commonly going to be livestock (and almost ubiquitously includes a single cattle to be butchered for the wedding feast)#But can include other valuables or assets like land or grain/seeds or etc. There is no intra-Highlands monetary system and the internal #economy is built on trade. So Imperial Wardi currency is mostly useless but is sometimes given in marriages between clans with strong

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yuesya · 9 months ago

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I was wondering, if Shiki were reborn into One Piece anywhere/anytime where would you put her, is there anyone you’d want her to be related to/reborn as? And I mean like, Zenith!Shiki.

... Something Wano-related? For the parallels with Shiki's Japanese background. Although I have no idea what happens in the Wano arc, so we'll have to put a pin in that for now.

#QA #zenith of stars au #one piece au #hmm #or...#considering that shiki is the 'princess' of the gojo clan #and follows gojo satoru who is the pillar of the jujutsu world #what if shiki in one piece is part of the world government??#somehow???#something something celestial dragon?#i need to brush up on one piece lore sometime

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fl3shm4id3n · 2 years ago

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𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓝𝓸𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬.

ᴍᴇᴛᴋᴀʏɪɴᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴄᴇʟᴇꜱᴛɪᴀʟ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: Nothing bad but mostly fluff, just a bit of angst but not a lot.

A/N: I'm obsessed with The Tale Of Princess Kaguya film, so I decided to write a fic with the Metkayina family. Reader is between the age of 14-15 later on

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Tonowari had been hunting that morning, he had gone further than he should, he was near small island surrounded by plants. He had got off his Skimswim to look for some fruit for his wife and kids. Tonowari continued his search until he saw something glow in the ground. Out of curiosity, he got close to the light. It was coming out of the ground, he noticed a small plant surrounded by the light. He had never witnessed anything like it, until the plant grew larger. He stood back and got a grip of his spear just in case.

The plant had opened up, seen a small figure in the now blossomed flower like plant. Tonowari saw that their was a small person, a girl, but this girl looked nothing like the Metkayina, she looked like the Sky People he had heard of, or maybe she wasn't a Sky Person. The girl looked at him with her big doe eyes, then she smiled at him.

Tonowari was surprised, this little girl seemed like no threat, she was so small, not to mention she was wrapped in many different colored fabrics. The girl then fell asleep on the plant. He felt as if this girl was special in some way, maybe this was of Eywa's doing, he thought of bringing you back with him.

When he return with some fish and fruit he had gathered, he safely had you in the palm of his hand. He arrived at his Marui, being met with Ronal and his two kids Ao'nung being eleven and Tsireya ten years old. "Sempu!" Tsireya shouted running over to her father, he got on his knees, setting the fish and fruit down allowing her to hug the older Na'vi. "How was your trip?" she asked, curiously.

"It was very interesting, but I must talk to all of you" Tonowari said as Ronal then looked over at him, with a confused expression. "Why is that?" she asked, while she was sitting on knees while Ao'nung sat next to her, following her example. Tonowari sat on ground, allowing Tsireya to sit next him. "Today when I was out, I found something you may not believe, but look"

He reached his closed calm out to the whole family, showing them. They all looked close and saw you, a small girl who had been sleeping. "She's small" Ao'nung mentioned, getting a better look at you. "She looks like a princess" Tsireya comment as Ronal looked at you closer. She saw how you slept peacefully, but you also glowed. "Let me see her" Ronal said, slowly taking you from Tonowari's palm.

Ronal looked at you, you were no na'vi and you had the appearance of a 'demon' but something told her that you were more than just a Sky Person. She felt some kind of aura towards you. Then you began to squirm around her calms. She tried to get a hold of you, but you moved even more, managing to remove the small colorful clothes were being tossed around.

Then you had grown bigger, into a human infant. Once you were full gown baby, you let out a shrike. The family watched, shocked by this. Ronal then cradled you into her arms to try and calm you down. "Shh, it's okay" she said calmly as you began you began to calm down in her arms. "What is she?" Ao'nung asked, getting closer to look at you, followed by Tsireya and Tonowari. "I have no Idea." She said still holding you close to her.

"Can we keep her?" Tsireya asked both of the parents. They both looked at one another, not really sure if they should keep you. "I don't know Tsireya, she isn't like us, plus we know nothing about her." Tonowari said, seen the sad puppy eyes in his daughter's eyes. "Please, we can teach her, she is only a baby" she begged. Ronal looked down at you, see you were fully calm. "I believe is best that we do, I don't know why but I feel that she is no demon, she is different" she said while looking at her Mate.

Tonowari looked at you too, it was true, you had been born from a plant and now you were an infant, it was clear that you were different from the demons he had heard off. "I believe so too, I think it is best for her to stay with us." He said, making Tsireya smile in a way they had never seen. She was happy that you were going to stay with them. Ao'nung, wasn't so sure since you did not look like a na'vi, but was willing to give it a shot into knowing how you'd turn out.

The next day, it felt like a regular day expect you were with the family now. You were just a regular baby, expect you'd grow almost every hour. No one understood why, but you just did. Ronal kept a close eye on you, she witnessed everything, how you'd pick up others actions and how you soon began to walk. You grew larger and larger almost every day. You also began to speak, you'd repeat other's words, as well as singing. Ronal had been singing one evening, and you also began to sing, for a kid your 'age' you sang pretty well.

Tonowari had began to teach you how to hunt and use a spear, he wanted you to learn those skills, just like everything else you learned fast. Besides learning how to use a spear, you also learned how to throw darts. He was still surprised that a couple weeks ago he had found you in a plant and you had been growing at unspeakable speed.

When you'd be with Tsireya, Ao'nung and Rotxo was the same. You'd repeat what they'd say along other things. They also had taught you how sign and swim underwater, they also noticed how you'd get bigger. It would happen at random moments. They thought you other things, Tsireya had taught you how to weave, Ao'nung also taught you how to communicate with the ilus, you may not be able bond with them but you could play with them, and Rotxo had taught you how to hold your breathing longer under water, everyone had taught you something.

𝐹𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇

At first everyone would call you 'The girl from Nowhere' since they didn't know where you came from, but then you began to be referred to as Y/n, the third daughter of the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk. You were named a bit late but everything happened so fast that you couldn't be named in the spot. Sure you would get called Princess by Tsireya, but that was a nickname.

Apart of having a beautiful name, you were also kind. You helped other without being asked. You liked helping other and as well as showing kindness. You followed Tsireya's example, just like she did with Tonowari's example. You were very good with kids, you'd often play with them or be spotted with them. The kids loved you, just like they loved Tsireya who was also good with kids. You and your sister would help them with their diving and breathing lessons.

One thing you loved was the ocean, on your free time you'd spend it in the ocean. Swimming around and playing with the fish, you loved it as much as everyone in the village. Besides the ocean, you also loved the moon. You couldn't explain why, but you just felt a strong connection towards the moon. Every night before you went home, you'd stay at the beach and look at the moon for almost hours, this feeling began when you grew older.

Sometimes you'd sing to the moon, which would also make you cry. You'd sing a song that no one had heard, you must have made it up, but you didn't. You had heard that song in your dreams, those dreams you could not explain to anyone. You'd dream of a woman, who was also like you. She'd sing a that same song you'd sing to the moon. It was odd, some nights you'd wake up in tears, as if you felt her sadness in a way. You never could explain why you dreamed about her and why she seemed sad when she'd sing.

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2022 #avatar x reader #avatar x you #avatar x y/n #metkayina #metkayina family #metkayina clan #metkayina family x reader #platonic #platonic relationships #female reader #female y/n #celestial reader #celestial y/n #aphrodite's writing

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goldenvulpine · 1 year ago

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i spoiled myself in One Piece’s upcoming chapter and now I’m 1000% sure this is gonna make all of tumblr HATE Oda for like 3 different reasons

I’m just in shock Oda went there

#One piece #monkey d. luffy #vinsmoke sanji #monkey d dragon #bartholomew kuma #one piece bonney #ginny #celestial dragons #d clan #one piece spoilers #emporio ivankov #eiichiro oda #spoilers

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agbpaints · 10 months ago

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Ok the Kerensky Con announcements whip ass.

#battletech #house packs #clan packs #they've even got a WoB celestial lv II and a (whatever fuckass unit schema the Society uses) in the pipeline #sad no cappies announced yet

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tuliharja · 8 years ago

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A quick shoujo drawng about Rabbit Goddess! ✨

Artwork: @tuliharja

Note: I’m fine with reblogging, but ask me first for my permission, if you want to repost my artwork.

DeviantArt I Pixiv

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nothingheregonowplz · 1 year ago

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Paradox Moment

#world of darkness #mage the ascension #celestial chorus #mage: the ascension #vampire the masquerade #werewolf the apocalypse #clan tzimisce #black furies

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lunarcovehq · 1 year ago

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Brielle Rivas is a vampire that currently resides in Celestial Hills and has been a Lunar Cove resident for 2 years.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

DATE OF BIRTH: January 1, 1993

OCCUPATION: Owner of Cabaret

FACECLAIM: Samantha Logan

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Vampire

CLAN POSITION: Member

AGE AT TRANSFORMATION: 27

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, BRIELLE RIVAS

Trigger Warnings: Anxiety, Implications of Drugs, Blood, Violence, Death, Murder

Born a beautiful, albeit overly cautious girl, Bri, with a soft curvature to her lips and bright curious eyes, wasted majority of her human life scribbling away detailed lists as to how she would one day live it. There were her daily to do lists, her weekly grocery shopping lists, her ‘30 Countries to visit before turning 30’ list, her list to keep track of her tedious amount of lists, her yearly mood boards and a far too extensive things to do before she kicked the bucket list. And yet, in all the time she spent scribbling away, she had never once wonder what may happen if the hourglass ran out for her before she could accomplish any of it. For the girl who always seemed to have a plan and wanted far more out of her provincial life *cue the beginning of a grand instrumental percussion*, her life started out as a relatively happy and mundane existence.

Brielle’s parents, having struggled to have children of their own, promised Bri the world from the moment they adopted their little girl. And even though they might not have had the Hallmark sort of love story that her aunts did, the pair later divorcing, they went out of their way to make sure that she never once felt anything expect for a tremendous amount of love. Spending the school year in NYC with her mom, her mother made sure she was provided with the best education money could buy, sending her to her own alma maters in the hopes that Brielle might follow in her own footsteps and become a lawyer. Only for the family’s little debater to quickly swerve in a different direction after she saw her first Broadway show. Brielle’s eyes lit up, scotching up to the edge of her seat as she stared in awe of the lead. She wouldn’t stop talking about the musical until her mom finally gave in and took her to see another show and then another and, when her childhood nemesis was bragging about how she was going to audition for the Broadway production of Les Misérables, Bri convinced her mom to let her audition too, taking the role of young Cosette home.

Young Bri would spend the following school terms in the big City, being overstimulated by the flashing neon lights and the throngs of endless people hustling and bustling down the streets as she auditioned for show after show, only for her to grow out of the child friendly roles on Broadway and steal the lead roles in all of her school plays instead. Her teenage years consisted of letting herself in and out of the family townhouse as she would eat on the Met Steps with her friends, pretending as if they were straight out of Gossip Girl, building sets and singing on stage and being pressured into going out dancing in the City at one of the many 18+ clubs. She may have been the overly responsible one in comparison to the friend group she had chosen to hang out with, but growing up in the popular crowd, she went out of her way to fit in, even if she never could quite figured out her place no matter what crowd she chose to run with. She went along with her friends when they all decided to procure fake ids and begged her mom to buy her the latest outfits so that she could keep up with the ever changing trends that came with being a private school kid.

Meanwhile, Brielle’s summers moved at a completely different pace. At her dad’s, Bri would swap her contacts out for a pair of wide frame glasses. Her mini skirts and heels were exchanged for baggy tees and flip flops as she’d waste her summer propped up on the bar stool in her dad’s kitchen reading many a guilty pleasure book as her abuela made her tequeños or arepas con queso. She’d offer to help of course, but they all knew no one would ever take her up on it given how much of hazard Bri became the moment she stepped foot in the kitchen. So, instead, she’d be relegated to the living room where she would sprawl across her couch watching the latest cult classic on repeat.

She spent countless summers in that small coastal town in Oregon, all too thankful for her tías who would often look after her and her cousin Jonah while her dad was at work. Her father falling into the Rivas family business of medicine was the town’s local doctor while her aunt, his sister, went into dentistry. And her aunt’s wife, the brown-eyed book store owner, quickly becoming one of Bri’s favorite people in the world for the woman helped feed Brielle’s growing addiction for storytelling, exchanging out songs and musicals over the summer for literature.

Sure, Bri may have had a habit of teasing her cousin when it came down to his love for the sea, but she was hardly one to talk, having consumed just about every form of media there possibly was on anything remotely magical. It had started with her ironically picking up a copy of Twilight that her aunt had gifted her, promising her that 'all of the kids were reading it these days’. But, after binging the first season of the Vampire Diaries in one night followed shortly after by reading every book there was in the Vampire Academy series, Bri was hooked. It was a fascination that only the straight A student’s family knew about, going to great lengths to hide her interests from her fellow kids at school back in New York and, as far as, she knew, it was just that- pages of fantasy to distract oneself from her everyday anxieties and the stress that came with school, followed by college and shortly after by entering the work force. Only what was meant to be fiction seeped its way into reality the first year she had truly stepped out on her own.

Despite having been a performer at heart for most of her childhood, after college, she decided to heed her parents advice and choose something more 'practical’. So, rather than audition to be on stage herself, she got a job at a talent agency, running the castings for various movies and television productions for up in coming franchises. She hardly had a second to catch her breath between attempting to prove herself at work and moving out from the lofty townhouse she grew up in and into her very own closet sized studio apartment across town. And yet, Kiara, one her friends from high school who had always been far more wild than she was, had convinced her to take a night off. There was a club that had just opened in the East Village that Kiara had been dying to take Belle to and, in a very Kiara fashion, the girl ended up vanishing into the crowd after only a few drinks in. Kiara had a reputation of being able to track down a ‘good time’, so it had been no surprise to Bri when she spotted the girl, a few songs later, having emerged from behind the velvet rope with a glossed over look in her eyes. And yet, unlike the typical times when Bri would wait at the bar while Kiara would partake in god knows what, this time, Brielle could have sworn she noticed two hole-shaped marks against her best friend’s neck quickly disappear after Kiara had downed back what had looked like a reddish colored shot. It had to have been a trick of eyes- a few too many drinks fogging her senses- and yet, Bri couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that something was off. A feeling that only seemed to grow the more she returned to that club.

Week after week, Bri would watch as Kiara would disappear behind the velvet rope, before curiosity finally got the best of her and she got up enough courage to follow after her. An attempt that was quickly thwarted by the bouncer guarding the closed-off VIP section. She tried to plea with Kiara to make a case for her to be able to join her friend behind the velvet rope, but given that Bri was a lightweight and one who had never tried anything stronger than an advil, Kiara was hardly much of an advocate. Instead, a stunning brunette and regular VIP decided to break up the situation by offering to buy Bri a drink while her friend was otherwise preoccupied and, before Bri knew it, one drink ended up being two and a promise to meet up some other time. Somewhere where they could hear their thoughts and be able to get to each other for real. The VIP from the club’s name was Luna and if Bri hadn’t believed in love at first sight before, she had then. The pair quickly became taken by one another and Belle’s growing adoration for Luna almost quelled the curiosity she still held in regards to that club and its incredibly exclusive velvet rope. Almost, until Kiara mentioned in passing one day how, now that Bri was dating Luna, she would be willing to take Bri with her.

Having your ‘it sounds so bizarre that you wouldn’t dare mutter them out loud’ suspicions that your girlfriend might be a vampire be confirm is one thing. But, finding out because she was momentarily jealous over another vampire being about to feed off of you was a whole other story. Bri barely had enough time to wrap her head around the fact that the VIP section wasn’t a place to do drugs but a place where full blown, real life vampires would feed off of consenting humans, when Luna had already grabbed her hand and began leading her out. Luna’s eyes were filled to the brim with concern as she scanned Brielle up and down and hoped that Bells wouldn’t now be afraid of her after what she had just witness. And she was right in the notion that Bri should have been afraid. Everything she had ever thought she knew about the world had shattered in under a handful of minutes and, yet, TV had clearly done Bri dirty, because instead of fear, the girl was consumed with a delusional sense of excitement that the world was actually as magical as she had secretly always wished it to be. In the storybooks, love conquers all and, at the time, Belle had no doubt, now that she knew the truth, the pair would be able to figure everything out together.

Which brings us up to Brielle Rivas’s death and the day she was shown that love can’t always conquer everything. Luna and Bri had been together for a little over a year. Bri was feeling under-appreciated at work and with layoffs around the corner and the state of her job now up in the air, it seemed like a good time as ever to take a risk. They pair could move out of the City and lay down some roots. It wasn’t safe in the city with the threat of hunters looming over them for Luna. But, there was a town not far out called Lunar Cove where the two of them could move to and start anew. Where humans and vampires could live out in the open rather than in hiding. It sounded perfect. It sounded like the Cove could be their own little slice of Heaven. And yet the closer they got towards move in day, the farther their happily ever after seemed to be. First, Brielle’s mother disapproved of the move, worried that Bri may be throwing her career away for a girl she barely knew. Then, Bri quickly realized that she couldn’t physically leave the town unless she wanted to forget all of the memories she had formed there. There went her hopes of still being able to commute back into the City for a broadway audition or two. That unfortunate news was shock enough alone, but as issues began to arise one by one with their new house - a broken pipe here, delayed construction there- their anxieties grew to an all time high. All Brielle had been trying to do was help Luna take the edge off a little bit by allowing her to feed directly from her. She hadn’t been considering the risk so much as thinking of it as a simple gesture of her appreciation for the other. Only before Belle knew it, Luna’s thirst became too much. Luna couldn’t stop and, only after Bri’s vision began to blur, did Bri plead for the other to pull back. But, by then it was nearly too late. Luna had drank too much and Brielle was growing faint. In a fleeting attempt to save her life, Luna did the one thing she could think of- she fed Bri her blood. They had both talked about a day when Bri might turn- Maybe it was happening sooner than the two of them had planned, but Luna would be there to help Brielle through the transition and they could still have their happily ever after.

Except Brielle never made it through the transition. The bite never took and she died in her love’s arms that day. End of story. Or so it should have been, only a year later, during Lunar Cove’s Masquerade Ball did a dark and twisted ancestral spell rewrite the course of history. Bri found herself re-awakening mid-transition. Her body might not have accepted the turn the first time around, but now with magic on her side, did she find herself staring down at what would mark her first kill. She had no clue who had brought her back from the grave. Returning from the dead didn’t come with a tutorial and she hardly knew of the clause that came with the curse that had been casted upon her. How if she killed another, she would be able to live on in their place. She had just been hungry. The bloodthirsty newborn vampire attacking the first human that came their way, draining them dry before they, themselves, could realize what they had just done. And now?

Now, Brielle has gotten her life back only to realize that she has not only broken the accords in the process, but has lost nearly three years of time. Three years in which she was declared missing, but not one of her relatives were aware yet over the fact that she had died. Three years in which the girl she loves has had time to move on. In which her cousin has settled down in the same town. She’s a newborn vampire whose realizing how little she knows about a subject matter she used to read and watch everything on. She’s a vampire who now has to be fearful of breaking out in a rash, or worse, combusting into flame if she spends too long out in the sun. A vampire whose struggling to feed. A washed up broadway performer who was working at On Pitch only to recently be hired as the Managing Director of the Pendulum Playhouse. And she’s a type A girl whose desperate to get back to some semblance of normal without the slightest idea as to how.

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