#Celestial Clan

[ask-cupbros-parents]

Introduction of The Legacy of Inkwell Isles AU world

Locations:

Intergovernmental international organization:

Characters: 

King of Games (The King's leap), Baroness von bon bon, Rumor Honeybottoms, Mayor of Inkwell Isles..., etc.

The major societies :

Characters: 

Sally stageplay, Dr. Kahl, Hilda Berg, Captain Brineybeard, Beppi the Clown (Maybe ?) , etc.

Characters: 

Chalice (Charlotte the loving cup), Walter Watterson, Utena Teacup, E. Kettle, Saltbaker,  Ludwig, Wolfgang, Silverworth(Forkington?), Tipsy Troop, Chips Bettigan, Mr. Wheezy, Pip and Dot, Pirouletta, Mangosteen, etc.

Characters: 

Ribby and Croaks, Grim Matchstick, Wally Warbles, Werner Werman, Cala Maria ( Mermaid/sea monster), Hopus Pocus, Phear Lap, The Howling Aces, Esther Winchester, Porkrind, etc

Characters: 

Cagney carnation, Deadly Daisy, Murderous Mushroom, Terrible Tulip, Toothy Terror, Aggravating Acorn, The Root Pack, cactus girl,  etc.

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*Some of the Inkwell Isles bosses that I haven't shown, are from other societies (smaller than the major four ).

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[szynkaaa]

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.

[bonefall]

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.

[serpentface]

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.

[yuesya]

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.

[fl3shm4id3n]

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

Masterlist

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.

[goldenvulpine]

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

[lunarcovehq]

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...

[agbpaints]

Ok the Kerensky Con announcements whip ass.

[tuliharja]

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

[nothingheregonowplz]

Paradox Moment

[heyagoatlover]

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

Ty!!!

Snappingkit is Torrt! :D

[viva-la-topknot]

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.

[jadeannbyrne]

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[cashewally-sarcastic]

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

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