#Empyrean Glow

[2aceofspades]

TW: Blood/Injury, Implied Death

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With you

Lil one-shot I guess...??

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After the dust cleared, it was dead silent. The air was thick with moisture from the dark clouds looming above them all. Someone, probably Raphael, yelled out something Two didn't quite process, his ears still ringing as his vision slowly cleared.

A faint blue glow flickered in the near distance, not too far from where Two was slumped on the ground. More muffled shouts rang out as Two attempted to collect himself, staggering to his feet and trudging over to the source of-

No.

Just the image alone was enough to bring Two collapsing back to his knees. Stupid, he thought.

"H-hey..." One's weak voice just barely got through to Two, snapping him right out of his thoughts.

He stared down at the dimming blue glow, watching it flicker and fade in and out. How the hell are you still here, breathing?

His thoughts became flooded in his head, even more so as he felt his arms cradle his brother's near-lifeless body.

"Did we win?"

Two felt his jaw clench at One's question, feeling frighteningly close to grinding his teeth until they were flat.

Did we win?

The question echoed in Two’s head, as if that would better help him process this moment. In any other instance, he would have deflected and scoffed at such an empty, meaningless question. Did it matter? he thought as he titled his head up, looking around briefly at the wasteland that surrounded them. It was over, that much was apparent.

"Yes,” he huffed, looking down at his brother in his arms as he continued, “Now, shut it and save your strength. Your heart-"

"I know," One croaked out in between a few sputtering breaths, interrupting Two in more ways than one. Two tried to ignore the cast-off of blood coming from his brother's mouth, despising the sickening feeling settling in his stomach as it hit his chin. One smiled weakly up at his brother, his eyes dull and unfocused.

How dare you, Two thought to himself.

His eyes flickered from One's exposed heart, bleeding out and hardly beating, and back to his brother’s face. His brother looked beaten, bloody...broken. It wasn't a look he saw from him often, if at all. It was that damn smile that he watched waver as One's heart beat softer and softer. What cruel irony, Two couldn't help but think, a metaphorical expression brought to life by his stupid, thoughtless, idiotic brother.

Two could still fix this. Even as he held his brother tighter against his own plastron and felt his shirt get soaked by the horrid mix of blood and empyrean; he thought to himself how he'd be the one to fix this.

There was no other choice left.

“Good…” One let out the softest of chuckles, “…we…we can s-start over.”

Something in Two’s own chest faltered, even just briefly. It was enough to shut out the feeling of One’s pathetic coughs and wheezes against him. He watched how One's eyes dulled further, his gaze wandering away from Two's face.

Starting over? That wasn’t ever an option, not one that Two had ever weighed in his mind. He wasn’t sure if that was even an option now. After everything he had done, everything he sacrificed, worked for…his brother still wanted to burn it, bury everything down and out of Two’s reach. One wanted this win, he wanted the impossible.

“Impossible…” Two muttered under his breath.

He heard yet another faint chuckle. And then the dense silence that followed.

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~bonus doodles~

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[phantasmatoucan]

Hi guys thanks for your support on Angel Princess / The Empyrean + Voice of the Saint.... Here are some extra silly doodles I made when coming up with her specifically.

Some silly FACTS along with the silly doodles

She talks in riddles sometimes.

She never blinks, ever.... or maybe once or twice.

She glows. LIKE and I actually DO MEAN glows. Strikingly bright, its quite annoying actually.

She claims to be a protector but of what. You? Seriously?? DON'T TRUST IT... its a lie. Or maybe it isn't. I DON'T KNOW. (I think she's influencing me to type this...)

ANYWAYS. ENJOY. If you want to ask more questions about the Angel Route, PLEASE SEND IN AN ASK. Id love to answer it to the best of my ability.

LOVINGLY, MOD TOUCAN

[evenmoreofadisaster]

EVIL TWIN - shredder fight/fallout?

EVIL TWIN: send me a fic or scene and I’ll give you the unhappy ending version of it! (tw character death)

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One jumps at Two through the smoke and spray of green empyrean and purple sparks and takes him to the ground. Two cries out as the raw flesh on his shell hits the floor and sharp claws dig into his throat. Two winces against the thick pressure of the mystics radiating off of One. Two chokes and grabs at the metal with his remaining hand. He refuses to look at One’s face, so he just squeezes his eyes shut and tries to push back and away, only causing the grit on the ground to cut deeper into his shell. One doesn’t loosen his grip and Two can feel the energy getting more and more suffocating. He can see the light of the armor’s power through his eyelids. His heart pounds against his plastron as desperate to escape as Two is. He hears the same verse over and over again in his mind.

 I’m going to die.

Two strains and fights to speak through the pain gripping his throat, his back, his arms, his chest. He opens his eyes and finds the faintest sliver of blue remaining under the relentless pink glow in the wild, glazed eyes of the armor. He inhales, but no words make it through.

Instead, Two shuts his eyes again. Distant memories of an insignificant childhood flash behind wasted tears— a cruel reminder of every single failure he’s made in life.

Two’s chest burns and he can’t breathe. It takes only a second for One’s mystic energy to snuff Two’s out completely.

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

how deep is your love (i really mean to learn)

A little Deuce box drabble based off of this one TikTok I found:

Reader is female

Masterlist

If there was one thing that Belinda Carlisle got right was that Heaven is a place on Earth (well, at close to Earth that this strange magical world was, anyway) - at least that’s what you thought as you snuggled deeper into your boyfriend’s chest from where you he was cuddling you on the couch, the way his dextrous fingers carded through your hair and the soft thumps of his heartbeat making it all too easy for you to melt against him. Of course, it would be a bit strange to call the creaky, formerly cobweb and dust infested haunted dilapidated building that was oh so graciously bestowed upon you any form of paradise but the sheer euphoric bliss that filled you every time you were with Deuce Spade was better than anything Shangri La had to offer. 

With Grim conked out on a couch pouffe at your periphery, your assignments all completed and no classes, messes or responsibilities to think or even care about, you fully allowed yourself to submerge into the cozy embrace of both your boyfriend and the serenity of Ramshackle’s living room; the lights all off save for the dim glow of the fairy lights you had streamed onto the walls hours prior, the jumper he had given hanging enveloping you as well as the blanket he had lovingly draped over you, and the romcom movie playing on the screen in front of you were all in favour of reminding you that right here and now you weren’t some geographically misplaced teenager in a daunting new world, shouldering burdens far too heavy for any person to bear, you were just a girl cuddling with the boy you loved and living in the moment without a single worry in the world. You felt safe. He made you safe.

“I love you,” you sighed, though you didn’t think ‘love’ truly did justice in encompassing what you felt for him. You felt seen and heard and protected and cherished so adoringly you had no idea what to do. You felt like you were falling deep deep down into a rabbit hole of new territory but you weren’t scared at all, knowing - no, predicting - that he’d be there as your parachute, your safety net - defending as you descend and cushioning you with his embrace before you could even hit the ground. 

You felt his lips curve into that shy smile you’ll forever adore from as he kissed the top of your head. It was so endearing how he still took to dating like a baby duckling waddling towards a lake despite all that you’ve been through together and all the time you shared - such a stark contrast to the baleful attitude that he’d give to anyone that dares to mess with you, the same attitude he’s always so ashamed of despite your plaudits, “Hmm, I love you.”

“Well, I really love you,” you shot back playfully, scrunching up your face cheekily as you looked up at him.

Deuce raised an amused eyebrow, and despite the efforts of the golden glow around him in veiling him etherealness, lacing around his body like an empyrean halo, he looked every bit like the rambunctious teenage boy that finds himself in mischief seven days out of a week, Well I guess I really, truly love you.”

Oh you weren’t going to let him get away with that.

“Well I~,” gleefully drew out the word, half to play up the act and half to buy you time to think, “really, truly, madly love you.”

You didn’t know if he knew that your addition, whilst said in jest, was more true than he could ever even imagine.

Deuce humphed in faux annoyance, “Alright then. Well I, really, truly, madly, deeply love you.”

“Well I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately love you,” you triumphantly returned, pressing a kiss on his chest, right over the comforting lub dub of his heart, in emphasis.

“Okay. Well I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately…” his voice was breathier now, trailing off and faltering where you left off as you continued to press kiss after kiss on his chest and you could feel the arm wrapped around you tightening. You looked up at his wide-eyed, flustered expression, the dim lighting doing nothing to hide the flush that spread along his countenance, and gave him an innocent look that did a shoddy job of hiding your giddiness at one-upping him. He collected himself and gulped before shakily continuing, “re-remarkably love you. No-no fair, you’re cheating.”

“Says who?” you quipped back, giggling at the groan you got for yet another kiss, “I’m just showing you how much I love you. Can you really fault me for that? Also, I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately, remarkably, umm… (you saw the corners of Deuce’s lips lift upwards at your hesitation and your brain began scrambling) deliciously love you.”

At your responding harrumph and the sight of you spiritedly sticking your tongue out, he gave in to your interesting choice of word, shaking his head and chuckling to himself before saying, “Well I really, truly, madly, passionately, remarkably, deliciously...  juicily love you.”

“Deeply!” you exclaimed, pointing a disbelieving finger at his stunned face, “Deeply! You passed on deeply! Which was your word, which means you couldn't have meant it! So you're a fraud, that's it!” 

You shoved at his chest and pushed yourself away from him, fake crying as you clutched a nearby throw pillow and let out your betrayed anguish into it and you could feel him rolling his eyes at your back as you ‘whimpered and sniffled’ about how your one true love turned out to be a lie. Without saying a word he wrapped his arms around your middle and brought you back towards him, your back resting snuggly flush against his chest as he buried his head into the crook of your neck. You maneuvered yourself so that you were facing him, straddling his thighs as you hugged him back.

“You're-you’re,” you try to continue your heartbroken ruse even as laughter overtakes you so you soldier on despairingly, “you’re probably just a figment of my imagination…”

Having enough of your antics, your boyfriend pulled you back and kissed you - truly, madly, deeply, passionately kissed you, angling his head and slotting his mouth like the perfect puzzle piece he was. Thoughts of continuing your poor theatrics unravelled into nothingness and you just let your emotions and need for more, more, more. When the unfortunate necessity for air started to become more and more apparent, you reluctantly pulled away by a hair's breadth before he rested his forehead on yours, lovingly gazing at you like you were the only thing worth looking at. He opened his mouth but you interrupted.

“Hang on,” you piped up in confusion, knitting your eyebrows together, “‘juicily’?”

He just groaned before engulfing your mouth with his yet again.

Yeah, you were right. You had reached Nirvana.

[acronym-chaos]

Celestial Being ID Pack

[PT: Celestial Being ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line diivder shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Andromeda, Antares, Aether, Aurora, Astra, Astraeus, Azura, Betelgeuse, Callisto, Cassiopeia, Celeste, Celestine, Cepheus, Chara, Chroma, Cosma, Cygnus, Deneb, Eclipse, Elara, Electra, Elysia, Empyrean, Estella, Ethereal, Galaxia, Helia, Hespera, Illumine, Luminara, Lyra, Maia, Mira, Nebula, Nocturne, Nova, Nyx, Ophelia, Orin, Orion, Perseus, Phos, Polaris, Proxima, Radiance, Rigel, Selene, Seraphina, Sirius, Solara, Solstice, Starlia, Starlight, Tauri, Tempest, Ursa, Uriel, Vega, Vela, Vespera, Yvaine, Zephyr, Zenith, Zaniah, Zorya

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Ae / Aeth / Er [Aether]; Astro / Astros / Astros; Au / Aura / Auras; Bea / Beam / Beams; Cele / Celes / Celests; Co / Con / Const [Constellation]; Co / Cos / Cosmos; Com / Come / Comet; Fli / Flick / Flicker; Ga / Gala / Galax; Glea / Gleam / Gleams; Glo / Glow / Glows; Li / Light / Lights; Lu / Lum / Lumin [Luminary]; Ne / Neb / Ula [Nebula]; No / Nov / Nova; Or / Orbi / Orbits; Pho / Phot / Photon; Po / Polar / Polaris; Ra / Ray / Rays; Shim / Shimm / Shimmer; Spar / Spark / Sparks; Spect / Spectr / Spectrum; Star / Star / Stars; Ste / Stell / Stellar; Twi / Twink / Twinkle; Voi / Void / Voids

Titles

[PT: Titles].

The Astral Entity, The Beacon of Light, The Celestial Conduit, The Cosmic Herald, The Ethereal Luminary, The Flickering Spirit, The Guide of Galaxies, The Infinite Essence, The Light of Stars, The Luminous Enigma, The Manifestation of Harmony, The Nebula Weaver, The Radiant Whisper, The Shimmering Presence, The Soul of the Cosmos, The Spirit of Starlight, The Voice of the Void, The Warden of Light, [Pronoun] Who Flickers in the Night, [Pronoun] Who Guides the Galaxies, [Pronoun] Who Illuminates the Darkness, [Pronoun] Who Radiates Eternity, [Pronoun] Who Weaves the Nebulae, [Pronoun] Who Whispers Through the Stars

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Made for @rwuffles' 700 followers event!

Day 5: free day

Also tagging @pronoun-arc @id-pack-archive

[katyspersonal]

I've connected the dots. I've connected them:

1) Jar Innards were attempts at creating a 'Saint', made out of multiple victims (mostly fellow Hornsent but at some point Shamans too)

2) Jar Innards have a glowing golden string inside

3) Divine Gate is made of multiple people too, maybe even willing sacrifices for all we know! In the trailer it was shown to be very... lively and organic lol. As opposed to the petrified state we found it at.

4) Marika pulls golden strings from a literal pussy in Divine Gate, which is "affair from which gold arose, and so, too, shadow was born" (refers to following creation of Erdtree and Scadutree)

5) Miquella, on the other hand, doesn't seem to have created anything, nor seduce anyone except for his half-brother lololololol, he simply entered the Divine Gate after having severed ties with his body and personality and it already made him a God. So, what Marika did with the strings was not required to become a God, but her own volition ("seduction and betrayal").

6) Extracting the golden string from it also presumably what "killed" it; it didn't lose its God-promoting quality, but it did petrify. Maybe she stole lifeform-creating feature of it in general with it.

7) She most likely didn't auto-own Elden Ring upon ascension. I mean, Miquella doesn't either. It was, however, owned by Ancient Dragons until Lord of Placidusax "was fled"! Considering that he "awaited his return outside of time" in which he was already wounded, it more likely refers to consequences of battle with Bayle than not!

8) Two Fingers were guiding Marika from the start, they are even featured in talismans depicting birth of the Erdtree from a seed form! Two Fingers ALSO will have a mental breakdown if there is no set 'Order' for five minutes. They don't care what laws of nature are or who establishes them, as long as things don't descent into primordial chaos (aka Elden Ring must not stay broken or otherwise vacant no matter what)

9) Rune of Death was plucked from Golden Order upon its creation, and is found guarded by Maliketh in the place which looks like this:

So, most likely, this is the location in which Elden Ring was placed, before Marika took it inside of her, EXCEPT for Death!

10) Death was owned by Gloam-Eyed Queen until Maliketh defeated her

11) This statue must depict someone who should have been well-liked by either Ancient Dragons or their OG followers (became Banished Knights)

12) It depicts a woman with Shadowbeast, a brand of Empyrean (although hers is unusual as three headed), and GEQ was an Empyrean chosen by Two Fingers

Okay so

After Bayle wounded Placidusax and God knows what else he caused, consequences were that Ancient Dragons no longer could keep Elden Ring, so it remained vacant. It would be nearly as bad as Shattering for the Two Fingers who need a concrete person to shape the laws of nature, nor Greater Will would like the state of primordial chaos! So, they called upon those they've chosen as Empyreans - much like thousands of years later they'd call upon Tarnisheds, and Marika was the most promising one + the one to succeed!

Perhaps this statue IS GEQ, after all! And she didn't really betray Ancients Dragons of course, they were in disarray and could not own Elden Ring anymore after having lost it! Things once broken... etc. But, she allied Marika as second fiddle in her wish to create controlled era glistening with life, rather than letting Death occur the way it used to! Certainly cut the influence of Deathbirds, for one!

I am not sure yet why that allyship went sour! Since GEQ was literal God-Slayer, but Marika killed Fell God herself, I questioned whether fall-out happened before War with the Giants! @val-of-the-north said maybe GEQ refused to kill that guy in particular, because his fire is the one and only threat to the Erdtree but GEQ never thought Marika wanted to actually live forever? Like, she assumed that when the time comes, she or them both would pass the mantle to the next cycle. All things must die someday. I really like this idea! (Also adds the weight to Messmer and Melina being born siblings and allies in being curse upon Marika that I never knew I needed lol)

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Damn, Ymir might blame Metyr and Marika for disarray of the world, but at this rate Greyoll might just hold Bayle's beer hgjhjggh Curse Bayle, indeed. On the other hand, I am a believer that fate can't be outrun and even if one tyrant never existed, another would've taken their place, so...

[spiritofdragonfire]

Happy Threshing Day!

While Thunderbolt would be my dragon if I existed in HOTD, I like to think that if I existed in this fantasy series I would be bonded to a blue dragon, specifically a Blue Morningstartail!😁🔥🐲💙🏰⚔️

This beautiful artwork of my majestic Empyrean dragon OC was made by talented IG artist @vishap.art

His name is Saphir (suh-feer) which means "Sapphire" in Scottish Gaelic. I imagine him to be larger than Sgaeyl, but smaller than Tairn, with purplish-blue coloring and scales that shimmer like sapphire gemstones. Complete with glowing, golden-yellow eyes, obsidian-black horns, and a wickedly dangerous morningstartail, my dragon is truly a force to be reckoned with! My Saphir is as beautiful as he is powerful!

[superchat]

elden ring final boss spoilers but i think its got some weight and i want it on here before i sleep for the night

throughout this i had two questions:

why mohg? why did miquella specifically need mohgs body to bring back radahn? coulda been just abt anybody as far as i know, given they were a powerful enough entity

wtf was up with radahn glowing red in the mid fight cutscene? it seemed like something was happening to him and then miquella comes in and stops it. the red aura goes away once hes on radahns back

i think it all has to do with the formless mother (desc. from the bloodfiend hexer spirit summon)

radahn was remade using mohgs corpse, which is tied very closely to the formless mother, an outer god that feeds on suffering and torment. and notably arises out of war, something radahn absolutely craves

as a tangent, marika tried to challenge the greater will and it iced her IMMEDIATELY. even when she was a god. ranni though, not a god, just an empyrean, was able to completely defy the greater will and sever its influence from her by casting aside her flesh. miquella has both achieved godhood, AND cast aside his flesh. he is in the perfect position to challenge the outer gods i think

i think miquella was baiting out the formless mother in some way, trying to get closer to her, or closer to her influence. he would use mohg, the lord of bloods flesh, and radahns war hungry soul, to bring the formless mother "close" and then using his charm to either hypnotize her, or maybe he just wanted to suppress the formless mothers power. stop her influence from manifesting. regardless, either of these options could potentially get rid of torment, pain, suffering, bloodshed, etc.

[iaure]

I'd love to see some Yandere Malenia if you're ok with that?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ahh maleina......blade of y/n...she has never been defeated...

♡ malenia is dedication incarnate. i do headcanon her as a familial yandere for miquella already, in canon, with how dedicated she is to her brother.

♡ so should she fall in love, then the one she cares for is damned.

♡ she is quite so unlucky. between the scarlet rot and miquella's curse of youth, she scarcely would feel as though she can focus on herself, truly.

♡ she must fight. she must protect miquella. she must ensure the cleanrot knight's success. she cannot just stop, and stare at the next fleeting thing that walks by.

♡ until that fleeting thing is you.

♡ you were so flighty, like a bird, there in the brief moments where she would visit Leyndell. she'd heard the rumours of you-this little thing that had caught the eye of so many.

♡ and when she saw you, she understood.

♡ you were soft. sweet. marked as an opposite to the devastation and corruption that she was so familiar with.

♡ the golden order worshipped gold. and you were the sun, brilliant and golden and glowing every time she saw you.

♡ at first, she refused to even look your way.

♡ she was riddled with rot, unworthy to have such affections pushed her way. she was something of a beast compared to you.

♡ she fought and fought and fought. and you were there, protected and handsome.

♡ but then she began to dream of you.

♡ maybe were she like some of the other demigods, it'd've been illicit things. dreams of your hands upon her. but no. never. even in her mind, she would never dare to defile you like that.

♡ no. her dreams were of you speaking to her. that was all.

♡ speaking softly, of things that never were and never will be and never have been.

♡ she wakes up in a haze, reaching out for the ghost of the memory of you.

♡ miquella figured it out before malenia ever admitted it. she refused. no. it wasn't possible. she never would have the time or patience for something like that.

♡ but then she saw you again, and knew she'd succumbed.

♡ the first order of business for her is to get you out of Leyndell, immediately.

♡ she knew that if you had garnered even her gaze, then it must've been all of the Lands Between looking upon you.

♡ it wasn't hard, or at very least, as hard as she expected.

♡ who would dare deny the empyrean anything? she had a hard enough life as it was.

♡ you did not fear her when she came to you. her rot did not scare you. her strength did not frighten you.

♡ and gods. how she wanted to hold you. to let you seep into her bones.

♡ she wanted to keep you by her side, in her heart, her mind, wrapping around her like a snake.

♡ too much was never enough for her. and it never would be.

[gonetoforks]

Introducing; my version of Rise’s Venus de Milo! (OUTDATED; adding the canon design for BM’s assistant!)

(she/her/thon/thons) She’s about 9 ft tall since she’s equally based off of Frankenstein, IDW Venus and the OG Venus de Milo. more info about her and her life under the cut! (Like, a lot more info, she’s been living in my head since last April) (She’s a year old and I’m only now revealing her info!) (HBD Venus!!)

Her Family in the Hidden City

Big Mama had her made by a scientist/patron of hers during the first 2 seasons as a synthetic competitor for her Battle Nexus, but after her change of heart in the S2 finale, she took thon in as her heiress and daughter to try and do something right for a change. It’s very hard for her. Her parenting style is a good balance of gentle and stern but she thinks praise is a good replacement for emotional vulnerability and it’s turned Venus into quite a megalomaniac. Venus just calls her “Mama” and BM calls her “Veedee” (If she calls thon “Venus,” thon’s in deep shit)

Time wise, after the movie she’s physically at age 1.5, 2 years old, though mentally thon’s about where Leo and Donnie are, 16. (Still very young, please keep in mind she is a child and has big eyes like the teenagers in the show, she’s just tall. If you sexualize her I will send you to the shadow realm. BEHAVE.)

Venus also sees the doctor that made her, Dr Shelly, as her father, and they’re quite close. She spent the first few weeks of her life in his home, mostly in his library where she filled her head with everything most people know intuitively. She often can recite information she has no memory of learning, these first few weeks were less like learning and more like remembering information but from no memories.

Venus’s closest friend & surrogate older sister is Jennika, who works as Big Mama’s assistant (and a fine artist!) under the codename “Frida.” The 2 spend most of their days on diplomatic missions in the Hidden City mafia underworld and managing/restructuring the Battle Nexus to be more ethical. Venus is a naturally studious academic who loves philosophy, literature, and of course, renaissance art, so adults tend to think she’s mature, but only Jennika really knows how naive she can be. Jennika misses her human family, so they’ve really latched onto each other.

She picked her name out herself. When thon was first revived, Shelly rushed up to her and almost addressed her with a name starting with V but stopped himself before he could say it in full. Changed his mind and said that he supposed that name probably wouldn’t fit right now. So she had a preference for a V name.

Thon’s Physiology

It’s quite the mystery how he did it, but the secret to Venus’s sentience is a machine that manages to convert any matter she digests into energy in the form of empyrean. This is why she was mostly kept a rapunzel-like secret for the first few months of her life before she had Jennika as a bodyguard. Nobody knows about her heart except herself, Jennika, Shelly and Big Mama.

If she bleeds or cries, it glows bright green, so she hates both because thon feels like she’s drawing attention to herself. She’s insecure about most of her organic parts anyway and pushes herself to appear stoney, inorganic and perfect. (The consequences of idolizing and wanting to emulate a literal goddess statue, skill issue) It’s not like her fears are completely unfounded though, she has no idea where Shelly got her dead body parts.

If she’s too stressed, the seams on her upper arms bleed and they fall off like a gecko tail. She kinda looks like the og Venus do Milo statue when that happens, it’s a bit gruesome.

To represent her need to balance the organic/inorganic parts of herself, thon’s biggest dreams vs realistic expectations for herself, her right hand is organic (and based off the 2012 turtles) while her left is robotic. (& made to look like big mama’s claws in her spider form)

Goals & wants

She wants to overthrow the council of heads and rule the Hidden City as president. (Through a democracy of course!) She sees them as ineffective and useless, she went to them during the Kraang invasion to tell them something needed to be done about the alien invaders but they did nothing and said to let the turtles handle it. She’s grateful everything turned out well but she still has a grudge against them and the way they run things. Big Mama thinks she’s silly and Jennika thinks she’s a mentally unwell, workaholic, megalomaniac but pizza supreme as her witness, thon’s gonna do it.

Thon wants to be a good, ethical leader/politician (oxymoronic, I know lmao) and sees the increasing amount of Battle Nexus estate Big Mama entrusts her with as practice for managing yokai society. She would love “the Good Place.”

She also wants to know more about Jennika and for her to reconcile with her father.

Venus’s arc

“Your life is your own, ok?!” She struggles with dehumanizing (de-turtle-izing?) herself because she believes it makes her greater, more fit to achieve her goals. When the fact that she’s a mortal, breathing, living being, that can’t possibly be anywhere near divine like thon thinks she needs to be hits her, she spirals. Thon desperately needs to learn that being imperfect is a necessary gift, that she is “the protagonist of her own life” and that you don’t need to be a great person to do great things, you just need to be a person.

She’s very studious and seen as intelligent and mature for her age, but when she’s put in real life situations after meeting her cousins, the turtles, she has to learn to to manage imperfections and embrace them.

She’s quite based off of MP100 and Barbie haha.

For this internal conflict I was inspired by how the original character’s depiction back in the 80’s was really,, dehumanizing? if that’s the right word? Misogynistic very much too. I find the message that; “no matter what other people think of you or what you think of yourself, you will never be anything more or less than a regular being” both comforting in itself and a neat subversion of the original VdM since one of my favorite aspects of Rise’s writing is how subversive it is.

I can’t wait to show you more of her! Esp how she interacts with the Mad Dogs!

Bonus; Design Details!

All the turtles have shape motifs; square, rectangle, circle, triangle, her’s is a Raindrop shape! Combined with her electric motifs she’s a bit of a storm cloud lol

The Turtles’s shells are s-shaped and follow the curvature of a human spine, I draw Venus’s shell really distorted and disproportionate to this since she’s inorganic.

Similarly, while the other turtles shells and plastrons are like boxes that contain their whole torsos, thon’s kinda just sits on top of her torso, where her plastron ends and her legs begin don’t line up. It started out as an anatomical error but i liked how it made her look distorted and off somehow. (Kinda gruesome, but it kinda helps her look like a bloated corpse, which is what she is aksjks) To be clearer, the difference between how the mad dogs’ shells/plastrons/bridges(sides) are attached to their bodies vs Venus’s is like the difference between a bodysuit and a t-shirt.

[letteraddressedtothefire]

Empyrean (Love and Deepspace Xavier fanfic)

Xavier’s lightblade flickers weakly in his hand. "Asteria, there's something I need to do," he says, his voice strained and barely above a whisper. "But it will drain me completely."

She spins to face him, her eyes wide with desperation. "No, Xavier. There has to be another way. Use my Evol. We can combine our Evols and obliterate them."

He shakes his head, his expression resolute. "If I use your Evol, it will drain you as well. I can’t let that happen."

Asteria grabs his arm, her grip fierce despite her exhaustion. "I don’t care about the consequences. We do this together, or not at all."

He closes his eyes, savoring the brief moment of her warmth against him. Then, with a heavy heart, he gently pulls her behind him protectively.

“Xavier, no, you can’t—” she begs, but he is already channeling his remaining Evol into a dazzling dance of light engulfing the shadows. The world erupts in a blinding, all-consuming flash. The Luminivores scream as they disintegrate in the pure, radiant light. The Tezcatlipoca roars, its monstrous form being obliterated by the onslaught.

The intensity of the blast forces Asteria to shield her eyes. She feels the immense power washing over her, but instead of pain, she is enveloped in a cocoon of warmth. The light, so searing and destructive to the Wanderers, wraps around her like a safe haven, tender and protective. It is as if the very essence of Xavier's soul is cradling her, reassuring her amidst the chaos. When the light finally fades, she opens her eyes to see the battlefield cleared of Wanderers, the aftermath only the faint glow of the Protocores on the ground.

Asteria turns frantically, searching for Xavier. Her heart plummets when she sees him collapsed on the ground, completely still. "Xavier!" she screams, rushing to his side. She drops to her knees, cradling his head in her lap.

"Xavier, wake up! Please, wake up," she pleads, her voice breaking. She touches his face, his skin unnaturally cold. Panic grips her as she shakes him gently, then more forcefully. "No, I'm not going to lose you. Not today, not ever," she mutters fiercely, her tears mingling with the dirt and blood on her face.

Her eyes catch the red collar glinting ominously around his neck. The sight fills her with dread, but she refuses to give in to despair. In a desperate attempt, she places her hand on his chest, feeling the faint pulse of his heart, the slight remnants of his light Evol still flickering.

Summoning her remaining strength, she activates her own Evol, Resonance. Warmth spreads from her hand, intertwining with the faint glimmers of Xavier's light. "Come back to me," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Please, Xavier, come back to me."

As the Resonance flows between them, Asteria feels a connection spark to life. Memories flood her mind— Xavier’s memories.

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[blaiddfailcam]

Thoughts on Melina as the lastborn child of Radagon and Marika

Melina is a bit of a cipher, and while a popular theory suggests her alternate identity being that of the Gloam-Eyed Queen, other details leave me wondering of there's a more substantial explanation behind her origins and motives, particularly her similarities to Miquella and Malenia.

Holes in the GEQ theory

Before diving in, I want to go over why I don't ascribe to the theory that Melina is the Gloam-Eyed Queen. For the most part, this has to do with the chronology of events and the Gloam-Eyed Queen's ancient history. The elapsed time between epochs in Elden Ring is difficult to gauge (George R.R. Martin himself suggested offhandedly that the Shattering might have occurred as far as 5,000 years prior to the playable story), it's possible to piece together the sequence of events fairly clearly.

According to Finger Reader Enia, the Elden Ring once housed the Rune of Death. From this rune, the Empyrean known as the Gloam-Eyed Queen channeled the power to slay the gods into Blackflame, which she shared with the Godskins she commanded, until Maliketh defeated her and absconded the Rune of Death, marking the foundation of the Golden Order.

The Golden Order is regarded as synonymous with the Erdtree, allowing us to infer that the defeat of the Gloam-Eyed Queen preceded the War of the Giants, when Marika beseeched Godfrey to brandish the Elden Ring and fully establish the Age of the Erdtree. It would appear this was Godfrey's first act as Marika's lord, and the pantheon of demigods was only to follow.

If Melina is the daughter of Marika as she says, she would have been born long after the Gloam-Eyed Queen, and within the Erdtree itself. Whenever this was may not be certain, but it's at least safe to assume she has no firm connection.

Melina as Miquella and Malenia's sister

Miquella and Malenia are twin Empyreans born of Radagon and Marika, and they're somewhat unusual even among their warped siblings. Miquella is incapable of aging beyond his youth, and has little impact on the (present) playable story; Malenia swears herself to the fulfillment of Miquella's destiny, rejecting her own fate as an Empyrean to allow for his ascension.

While Melina has seemingly no connection at first, never speaking a word of their existence or remarking on your journey to the Haligtree, a good number of details stick out that could suggest an unwitting kinship. I'll try to list them as succinctly as possible.

Melina's name: Elden Ring is full of dizzyingly similar names for the demigods and those related to them, but they're also fairly consistent according to their direct relationships (e.g. Radagon and Rennala are the parents of Rykard, Radahn, and Ranni). As you might have guessed, "Melina" is strikingly similar to the names "Miquella" and "Malenia," as well as another related character, "Millicent."

Melina's clothing: while she dons an oppressive black cloak for much of the story, Melina's elegant but simple dress beneath is evidently a slightly modified version of the Traveler's Set worn by Millicent and her sisters.

The Blade of Calling: during battle with Morgott, Melina displays skill with this weapon, fighting in the same manner as Black Knife Assassins. However, her weapon isn't unique to her; another NPC, Polyanna, Adopted Daughter, sister to Millicent and yet another offshoot of Malenia, produces this dagger when summoned to take on Commander O'Neil.

Melina's tree: upon dying to Morgott, Melina's body will transform into a glowing gold tree that radiates vitality. This is an unusually similar reaction to when Malenia or Millicent suffer mortal wounds in the story, transforming into a blooming scarlet aeonia and unleashing rot.

Melina and Millicent's parallel quests: both Melina and Millicent are amnesiacs venturing to locate their mothers within their respective trees, the Erdtree and the Haligtree.

Melina's hair: Miquella and Malenia are typified by their gold and red hair, reflecting the contrast of their parents, Radagon and Marika. Melina's hair is a pink or bronze color, as if a fusion of red and gold. (Perhaps this suggests that while Miquella and Malenia were born prior to Radagon and Marika's fracturing into one, Melina was somehow conceived afterward?)

Completing the trinity

In total, Marika bore five demigod offspring and adopted three as stepchildren, amounting to eight successors in all.

Godfrey and Marika's children: Godwyn, Morgott, Mohg

Radagon and Rennala's children (adopted by Marika): Rykard, Radahn, Ranni

Marika and Radagon's children: Miquella, Malenia

What's unusual about Miquella and Malenia is that they're only twins, whereas the other two unions produced three siblings each. The trinity is a common symbol in Elden Ring, even within the Elden Ring itself, so it's a bit unusual for one of the three sibling groups to be a dichotomy.

Of course, if Melina truly is the lastborn demigod, this would complete the pattern. In fact, this would even line up nicely with the trinity of butterflies found throughout the world: Nascent Butterflies are associated with rebirth, much like Miquella; Aeonian Butterflies were born from the wings of Malenia herself; Smoldering Butterflies would form a striking connection with Melina, whose flesh will serve as kindling to burn the Erdtree.

As for the other demigod triplets, there's a peculiar trend in which two siblings are regarded very closely, where the third is independent and "perfect." Morgott and Mohg are despised Omen twins, yet Godwyn was adored by Marika, his countrymen, and even dragons; Rykard and Radahn took two very different paths, but are together inferior to their Empyrean sister, Ranni. Miquella and Malenia are considered elite demigods with tremendous potential, yet both are cursed, imperfect vessels. Again, Melina would serve as a suitable triplet to echo the dynamics of the other six demigods.

For future reference

There's still much to unpack regarding Melina's identity, but I at least wanted to get these observations out of my head. One mystery I'm particularly interested in is whether Miquella and Melina knew each other, since Melina inherited Torrent. It feels practically undeniable that Miquella was the "former master" Ranni spoke of.

I find it likely that Melina is an Empyrean, and it would make all the more sense if she truly is Miquella and Malenia's sister. I'll probably write more on that eventually, and how her violet eye might actually relate to the Gloam-Eyed Queen—even if she isn't the queen herself—as well as the shadows, Blaidd and Maliketh, who possess the same hue in their eyes.

Until then, my texting thumb hurts lol

[animarumaeternae]

Here is my OC

His name is Kenan Halil

He is a sylph angel

He has three animal friends a fox a rabbit and a squirrel

COMMISSION DONE 🎉🎊🥳🎊🎉🥳🎊🎉

as always, thank you so much for the request!! It was a lot of fun to draw and I hope you’re pleased with the results!! <333

for the turtles I imagined the initial shock of meeting a literal Angel would be a lot to comprehend.

((especially for Donnie who tends to be rather skeptical when it comes to anything.. ethereal))

so I imagined that Donnie’s scanners would have picked up an abnormality that he would trace upstate

((approximately somewhere near where they went camping with Todd that one time))

Donnie took his brothers along in case the abnormality turned out to be something dangerous, but what they were confronted with was like nothing they could’ve prepared for.

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Donnie sat back in his plush chair, gazing uncomprehendingly at the screen in front of him. Something was in New York. This ‘something’ was small, as far as his tracers could tell. About the size of an average human. However none of his security cameras were able to track the thing for more than a second. Even when he paused and enhanced the image, all that came of it was a blur. Whatever this ‘something’ was, it was moving fast. And… approximately 50 feet above the streets?? That couldn’t be right. A glitch in the feed. Donnie thought. A new alert popped up on the screen.

“oh god” Donnie sat back from his screen, groaning with exhaustion. this thing is practically oozing empyrean signature. And whenever something bad happens to us, empyrean is usually at the center of it. Donnie sighed. thinking back to the Shredder and his insatiable desire for the substance. What’s more, after the whole Krang fiasco, Donnie had enlisted Draxum to assist him in studying the source of the Krang’s mystic-blocking power. The Empyrean that runs through their slimy pink veins.

Now Donnie was even less amped about figuring out what this speed-demon empyrean-oozing entity was. But he figured Raph would have his shell if he found out he let something potentially dangerous slide, just because he didn’t feel like dealing with it. …and maybe he was curious…

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roughly an hour and a half later ((“seriously Leo? a mud mask??” “It’s self care day.”)) the brothers were exiting the turtle tank and into the woods of upstate New York. Donnie had traced that powerful Empyrean trail to somewhere in the vicinity of their old camping grounds, but as soon as they got within 5 miles of the source, Donnie’s tech had started malfunctioning.

ugh, of course now would be the time for it to start glitching. I’m really starting to dislike this empyrean stuff. Donnie huffed absentmindedly. Coming for my brothers, the human race, and the entirety of the human and yokai worlds is one thing, but the moment you touch my tech-

Donnie’s inner monologuing was cut short when he felt Leo grab ahold of his shoulder. Mikey had also stopped chattering, and Raph’s senseless worried ramblings had ceased as well. Donnie craned his neck to see past these- “wait are these giant mushrooms?”

“Uh, let’s come back to that later, Dee.” Leo squeezed his shoulder

“first, how about we figure out what that glow-y thing is?” Mikey suggested nervously from Donnie’s other side, gesturing through the trees to a faint light source.

suddenly an ear-splitting screech erupted from Donnie’s wrist-tech. Causing all of them to stumble backwards. Well, whatever that “glow-y thing” is, it’s definitely the empyrean’s source. His blitzed-out tech could at least agree on that.

the screeching faded as quickly as it had come, leaving the brothers to resume their previous position and creep past the.. giant mushrooms ((seriously coming back with a testing kit after this))

the harsh glow of the clearing nearly blinded Donnie, as he stepped out of the shadows first, and came face to face with- holy shit is that an angel???

the ethereal creature slowly drifted its glowing eyes back towards the astounded turtles. Its skin and hair were sprinkled with stars, its 2 pairs of eyes trained solely on the intruders in its meadow. It’s wings- literal wings- fluttered anxiously at its back, tail twitching back and forth.

it took Donnie a moment to realize they were not alone in this clearing. The growling is what first alerted him. His eyes quickly flicked over to the Fox at the creatures side. Donnie maintained eye contact while assessing the rabbit and squirrel also sitting alongside the creature.

The ((Donnie was reluctant to call it an angel but for lack of better word that’s what he was currently going with)) reached out to rest it’s hand on the foxes head, Donnie thought for sure that the fox would’ve taken the angel’s hand off, but they seemed to come to a silent agreement. Donnie’s brothers, for once, remained silent behind him. Anxiously waiting for what the angel would do next.

the air around the clearing seemed to still as the creature opened it’s mouth to speak-