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szynkaaa · 1 month 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 · 4 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 · 7 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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lunarcovehq · 17 days ago

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Saleem Das is a vampire that currently resides in Celestial Hills and has been a Lunar Cove resident for 159 years.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Demi man, He/Him

DATE OF BIRTH: October 21, 1704

OCCUPATION: Owner/dentist at Bright Bite

FACECLAIM: Assad Zaman

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Vampire

CLAN POSITION: Member

AGE AT TRANSFORMATION: 31

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, SALEEM DAS

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Death, Vampiric Transformation, Gore, Brief Mentions of Classism & Religion.

Success. Prestige. Status. Such things were whispered into Saleem's ears since the moment he was born as the eldest son. Heralded into a world, displaced from his roots, growing up in a country that was not his home and yet, was forced to be, in the heart of London, it was not so much destiny which painted his path forward, but intervention. He never considered it divine, not even when he was a believer. Thought it strange, curious, little more than cat's cradle and chess. If there was a boy who could have grown up closer to louder streets and more expressive body language, Saleem would never know him. He was taught in the conversational art of being subtle, of figuring out emotions within the room before he entered so that he might be in command. Dark? Brooding? Mysterious? None of these: amicable, and approachable, and an apt listening ear. Being around Saleem, even as he was upcoming in society, set his foundations for being a sought-after partner for debutantes as he broached his late teens. It was set up that he would have a career in medicine, inheriting his own father's practise, be at the helm of what would turn out to be cutting-age technology and studies of anatomy. He would not say he longed for something else. Instead, he focused on one step forward at a time. The only thing that would turn his head was more power.

But he placed that seed in the back of his head. It didn't grow, so it seemed, for years, easily distracted and entertained by being a single bachelor who never would choose a partner to settle with. Enduring the judgmental eyes of those in the higher society who believed he didn't deserve to be there at all. ( He would show them. This much, he knew, even if not how. ) It was a chance meeting, in his late twenties, when he met a young woman who was of his same age. There was a magnetism which drew him to her, one he couldn't deny, and all around him believed he had finally found someone who caught his eye. But this was different. Hypnotic, almost, and despite how long the two had known one another, becoming close friends, to Saleem, it was as though she was there one moment and gone the next. Life and its cruelties had separated them; their similarities in family and in expectations, their conversations in low light, the glimmer in her eyes which reflected in his own. For several years after they knew each other, his life was little more than some courtships, and his practise. His father had retired then, allowing him to inherit the entire clinic. He opened a new location in the heart of London, around the street from the darker and more wary areas. Perhaps this should've been an omen, but if it was, just as his desire for power was ignored, he didn't look at it. Regardless of a meaningful friendship, Saleem was still an arrogant, and self-seeking person. To hypnotize as he was hypnotized and to restore the debts he uncovered his father leaving behind. Perhaps he overcharged his patients, perhaps not.

Eventually, the puppet strings slipped. Walking home one night, he was attacked by a disgruntled patient who had visited him not one month before. Having been followed, traced, and watched, and then the bite to his shoulder came, clothing torn, skin ravaged — from the same unnamed woman who once haunted him as a courtship that never came to be. Awakening to that thirst was a burning Saleem had never known before. To say that he descended into this darkness was an understatement. Use of abilities he never thought possible, teaching himself by the light of his candle, which then, as eternity stretched, turned into the electric light. He adapted to the changing world, gained further medical knowledge. Witnessing the changes in his teeth, becoming obsessed with the care of others. Of course, for these centuries, he felt alone, as if he was the only vampire left. Leaving several countries behind, emigrating to America, after a decade or so would pass in each, not wanting to draw suspicion. Stories spreading, Saleem overhearing city and townsfolk alike whispering of uncovered bodies, torn-up teeth marks, drained husks left behind. There were many places where the story of the vampire came from Saleem's actions, which was a power he couldn't have anticipated. This was being remembered. And before leaving London, he may or may not have paid an unfortunate visit to several of the descendants of the families who had scorned him. Whose looks he remembered long after.

Little did he know that his sire was one of the Reapers, and he would not come to know this until well into his vampiric life. In a sense, it didn't matter. He also believed that vampires should reign supreme, that this was the extra dose of power he needed and craved. In truth, this began before he left London forever; during this time is when he happened upon another young woman, whose energies he recognised. No, she was not the one who had turned him, who had played the long game in seducing him to this darkness he would never forbid, but to him, they were mirrors. He felt as if the tables had turned, where now he watched, and she spoke, where once, he was the speaker. What he hadn't expected was a true friendship to develop, especially due to his nature. It wasn't as if he had stopped being selfish, nor hungering for more, overnight. Yet as their bond deepened, he couldn't help but not want to ruin her. Drag her down, as she had been dragged. And so, he removed himself from her life — and little did he know that this would not be the last time he'd ever see her.

Upon reuniting in America, he called their meeting as vampires serendipitous. Surprised to uncover she had been turned not long after, that their meetings had always been a hair's breadth away, for once, he felt something like guilt. Perhaps if he had left her — or turned her himself — it would have been different. Alas, such bygones would stay bygones. Though he did not follow after her to Lunar Cove for some time, still not wishing to be tied down to one place, it ultimately was because of her that he went there. The differences in power and the push and pull are things that Saleem has witnessed as Lunar Cove has grown throughout the years. He considers it to be a strange, afterlife blessing to be able to sit still as part of Meena's inner circle, that upon meeting her again it was as though no time had passed at all. And what will happen as more time passes? Having honed his education, opening up the dental practise, planning on remaining very comfortable, Saleem will play the background part. Tap into what he was taught. In his opinion the clan should stay in power, and he might be far too willing to return to that darkness which engulfed him to ensure it. Not just for himself; he is no longer entirely selfish...

#bright bite owner #bright bite #Saleem Das #Assad Zaman #clan member #celestial hills #taken vampire #all

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agbpaints · 8 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 · 2 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.

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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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heyagoatlover · 1 year ago

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I love that so much I LVOE THE NAMES TOO also who's snappingkit? :3

Ty!!!

Snappingkit is Torrt! :D

#Hyenastar took the celestial kits from their own clan and drove out Waveclan #AW YEAH SECOND BROKENSTAR

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viva-la-topknot · 2 years ago

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9/64 Jill, Jester, Member of the Enjiel clan, doesn’t care if wearing brown will not complement her fur color.

💫 Jill 💫 Knights of Nodd 💫 Jesters 🎨 General art tag.

#art #cast #jill #enjiel clan #knights of nodd #nodd #worldbuilding #fantasy #whimsigoth #the furred #furry #anthro #jackalope oc #jackalope #artists on tumblr #celestial #2023 #nodd native

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Man man man imagine if Ventus was a decedent of one of the dragonspine families and whenever Decarabian looks at him he thinks of a promise he made to the bard's ancestors. That whatever happened to dragonspine will never happen again. That his storms will sheild them all from damnation. That he's gotten so focused on the act of protection he hasn't reliazed how many generations has passed and that to him its just a numbers game while to Ventus it's his entire life. To Ventus who has remembered each name of his old family they were all living breathing people. Decarabian has no clue how many years it has been. If Ventus were to bring up his parents name, Decarabian wouldn't know them. No one knew them. Only Ventus knew them. And he is pissed. He is so mad that this *god* stole the freedom of not just himself, but of everyone in this city. And the freedom of generations before it. Ventus is the only one that could remember how his parents teased eachother about getting flowers from the outside. He is the only one that could remember how his family used to sing lullabies and party. Now his only family is this wisp that follows him around that is as helpless as a newborn- where was i going with this? Oh right so I think it would be funny if Ventus never talks about his family and it was only decades later that Venti realizes how little he truely knew his dearest friend :)

DAMN if only that were possible that would fucking hurt and also be so interesting…and then venti just realizing that he doesn’t know shit actually is so sad…and no one knows now. Like even the Traveler right now, someone who’s LITERALLY CALLED A WITNESS FOR TEYVAT also just wouldn’t know. All anyone knows is “the nameless bard” who looks like venti’s appearance and that’s terrifying if you think about it for too long.

Anyway even without that, the possibility of Deca just seeing what happened to Sal Vindagnyr is so…yeah it would explain a lot wouldn’t it

First Sal Vindagnyr going icy and everyone dying when it was once lush and green, then fuckin’ Andrius turning the entirety of the mondstadt area ALSO ICY and uninhabitable, then the walls go up so old mondstadt doesn’t die too…fuck man

Mondstadt doesn’t really have a good history with winter and ice huh

#and like okay imunlaukr did have descendants so they probably passed down the story of the celestial nail’s destruction #and then that clan ended up in old mond. so even if deca didn’t SEE the celestial nail’s destruction he could’ve heard about it #hi steel!

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nanamiiiiiiin · 1 year ago

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it's going to be about THEE gods valley incident so many theories are about to be proven jossed or flipped on its head. the history of the world

#one piece 1096 theory #also i think the buccaneers are connected with the D clan somehow #like the true sailors that sided with them during the void century or something #also Oda we need to destroy the celestial dragons rnnnnnnn

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ateliersss · 25 days ago

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Downtime and a Bath

Pairing: Yautja x Fem!Reader Summary: Your mate returns from a hunt, in desperate need of a bath. Cross-posted on AO3: here Warnings: English isn't my first language Word Count: 1.823 Before the Blooming Family series

⇨ I'm not exactly happy with it, nor am I sure if it's even worth publishing, but anyways, here it is. I had an idea three hours ago and wrote the thing in two, therefore the poor quality. But hey, at least it's out of my head.

⇨ Also. thank you to each and everyone of you for letting me reach a 1.000 followers a few weeks ago!

It was nighttime.

Lounging on your nest, you tilted your head back and looked out of the window behind you. Upside down, the twin moons, twinkling stars, and other celestial bodies you couldn’t name were occupying the bottom of your view while the wildlife with its mountains and forests extended across the top of your eyesight.

You sighed at the inky-black sky. Mi’ytiar had told you hours ago his hunting trip would end today and you had hoped it would be at a time you were awake. But according to the moons, the night was already half over and you knew you would soon pass out from exhaustion.

Maybe you could rest your eyes for a little bit. There was no problem with that, right? You were already lying in such a comfortable position — the cushions underneath you supporting your body just right, the blanket keeping it neither too warm nor too cold, the pillows behind your head cradling it perfectly. You could just close your eyes and listen to the crackling of the fire around your nest. No shame in that.

You were just dozing off, losing the inner battle against the overwhelming fatigue, when you heard a dull thud that was muffled by the closed door that led to the main area of your home.

“Wha…” You mumbled and pushed yourself up with your eyes still half-closed.

Seconds later, the door slid open and revealed the imposing sight of your mate.

So he was finally home. It made you breathe out a happy sigh and a drowsy smile etched itself onto your lips. You felt instantly at ease at having your mate back home and by your side. Not that you ever felt in danger being without him on the grounds of his clan, but you could never know who or what could force its way into your home when Mi’ytiar was gone. However, you doubted that they could make it far to you. Not only did your mate have his loyal warriors who had their eyes on you when he wasn’t able to himself, but the three Hell Hounds outside would rip anyone with bad intentions apart.

You rubbed your eyes until Mi’ytiar became less blurry and you let them wander over his figure, noting the state he was in. He was covered in dirt, grime, and what you hoped wasn’t his blood. As much as off-putting his appearance was, you were pleased to see that he complied with your wish to keep whatever corpse he had kept as a trophy away from your bedroom and instead leave it on the table in the main room.

You were just about to open your mouth when you flinched back at the intensity with which he was stalking towards you, embodying every aspect of his predatory nature, eyeing you like his next prey.

“No, Mi’ytiar. Don’t you dare!” You protested when it became obvious he was about to climb on your nest, dirtying it with whatever disgusting fluids his body was covered in.

But he didn’t listen, his mind hazy with hunger and overcome by the lasting high of his latest kills. Bad Bloods were a nice challenge and he was thrilled when he discovered three of them hunting on a neighboring planet. Their heads were now lying on the sleek black surface of the table outside.

You yelped when his bone-crushing weight settled on top of you, successfully covering your whole body with his, and his face buried itself in the crook of your neck. You could hear and feel the greedy intake of your scent through his nose. His tongue licked over every inch of your skin nearby as his hands roamed your body, his claws already ripping on the fabric of your nightwear.

You would have spread your legs for him, would have helped him take off your clothing, offering every part of your body for him to take, to devour, if the fact that he was just ruining the materials you had used for your nest wasn’t the only thing on your mind right down. As well as the disgusting stench that overwhelmed your nostrils and made you gag.

You weren’t the most flexible, definitely not now, but you still managed to pull up your knee and push him away from you by placing your foot in the middle of his chest. You knew you wouldn’t have succeeded if not a subconscious part of his mind was still able to obey you even though his logical thinking was clouded with primal need.

Mi’ytiar, though very reluctantly, backed down and sat back on his haunches. His claws dug into his thighs and his chest was heaving with heavy breaths, showing how much strength it required for him to hold himself back.

“I’m sorry, my love, but you reek.” You grumbled and eyed him in disdain.

He only growled back.

“Why don’t we take a bath, hm?” You suggested with a head tilt to the door to your right which led to what you would call a bathroom by human standards.

Sliding sideways off the nest, you walked backward, a smirk on your face and your eyes fixed on him as your fingers fiddled with the knot of your robe, a souvenir you had acquired from one of your trips to Earth.

“Are you coming, tanhì?” You asked him, placing one foot behind the other.

The swishing of the door and the different feeling of the floor covering signaled you had entered the bathroom. The first time you had been inside it when Mi’ytiar had shown you your new home, it reminded you of a cave. Despite the usual futuristic and modern Yautja aesthetic, this room had a natural feeling. It wasn’t unlike the bathroom of the apartment you had lived in with your family decades ago. The necessities had been there. Except for a bathtub. Yautja didn’t necessarily bathe. They swam, yes, but bathe?

You didn’t exactly need a bathtub as you hadn’t used the one you had back then, but after a tiring day, it had been nice to relax in the hot water. Someday you had voiced your displeasure to Mi’ytiar who had scooped you up and taken you to the hot springs not far from the clan grounds but still inside his territory. And although the sight of it was breathtaking — steam rising from the ponds of water arranged like stair steps so the water could run down from one spring to the next like a waterfall — and the surrounding nature was quite romantic, you weren’t exactly comfortable stripping naked where whatever lurking creature could creep up on you.

You didn’t want to complain, of course, and you would eventually adapt to the fact that you had to forego certain human comforts. That didn’t mean you didn’t share how humans lived compared to Yautja with him whenever a difference in their everyday life occurred; be it the bed, clothes, or the bathtub.

Just as you were getting used to bathing in the hot springs, hidden in the rock crevice, you stumbled over the beginnings of what would soon look like a pool when you walked into the bathroom to relieve yourself. It was nestled into the large niche — square, three meters by three meters — of the room opposite the door where the shower-like setup used to be. When you had asked him what this was about, he had only said “Home.” and left it by that.

Standing in front of said pool, you turned your head to look over your shoulder and watched as the door closed behind Mi’ytiar who had just entered the bathroom. You let the robe slide down your shoulders and to the crook of your arms before letting it pool at your feet. When you turned to face him, you revealed the side profile of your body to his eyes, the swell of your breasts, and the small bump your belly was sporting.

When you thought back to your profession on Earth, you looked like any expectant mother in the late stage of her first trimester. Your baby bump wasn’t that big yet, but you still had to give up on certain items of clothing because they already wouldn’t fit you anymore.

When your belly started to grow, you suddenly remembered that your period should have started roughly two weeks ago. The second your brain had fully comprehended that your mate could have possibly impregnated you, that with the highest probability you carried the product of your mutual love under your heart and that you would soon become a mother, you didn’t waste a second to track him down and tell him the big news.

He hadn’t exactly reacted the way you had hoped. Instead of a positive or negative reaction, instead of pressing his forehead to yours while purring or growling at you to get rid of it, he had just stared. He stood frozen in front of you and fixed your hands that cupped the barely noticeable swell of your stomach.

You had just gained a little bit weight, he told himself. She couldn’t be pregnant, she couldn’t carry my pup.

How could you, a human, be able to achieve something where others had failed?

He needed answers, so he hastily but carefully picked you up and took you to Cahrein who only confirmed your suspicion. You were indeed pregnant.

Only after a quick talk with the tribal healer, something about “not possible” and “how”, he finally showed you how he really felt — overjoyed. And how could he not? Now that you were carrying his pup, you were connected to your mate in every possible way.

“Are you coming?” You asked him again, one foot dipped into the warm water.

Mi’ytiar didn’t waste any more time to get rid of his armor, not caring about any damage he may cause as he ripped every piece of it off his body, letting it fall to the ground as he walked to the pool. When he stepped into it, your body was already fully immersed and you swam to where you kept the nourishing oils, sweet-smelling soap, and the washcloth. With everything you needed in hand, you returned to where Mi’ytiar had settled on the bench of the pool. You freed your hands by placing everything on the edge so you could lift yourself up on his lap. Mi’ytiar immediately pulled you closer, one hand wrapped around your thigh, the other embracing your bump.

You didn’t talk while you cleaned him up. You stayed quiet, not feeling the necessity to talk, while he relished in your pampering, only voicing how much he enjoyed it with purrs. And when you were done, you snuggled up to him, cheek pressed against his chest and arms loosely wrapped around him. Mi’ytiar later had to carry you out of the pool, dry you off, and bring you to bed, your sleeping form pressed against his body.

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