#Fauna's save heaven

[dirtytransmasc]

Ooh what about a Snow White Spider au where he was instead Raised by the animals of Pandora. Idk how he would have gotten separated from everyone but just love the idea of a Jungle Book, Mowgli situation. Just a little baby feral(even more so here)Eywa blessed Spider. 💕💕

TW - pregnancy, childbirth, death, etc. sorta did that here but she only adopts him when he was 8. so it would be a little different right form the get go, and by get go, I mean right after he was born.

lets say that paz tried to flee when she found out about the suicide mission to attack hometree and wanted nothing to do with it, maybe she finally came to her sense and fleed to eywa, to jake and the few other humans on the na'vi side, hoping for some sort of asylum. maybe she just wanted her son to have a chance. maybe she was just fleeing to flee, self-preservation overriding any sort of thought or logic. whatever the case, she flees out into the forest, hoping, praying, begging whoever will listen to save her child.

eywa listens. maybe for her sake, maybe for the childs, maybe just out of curiosity. but she listens.

she watches Paz struggle to birth her child, screaming "it's too early" all the while. eywa can feel her fear, can tell she's scared and doesn't know what to do. she watches as paz gives her all into it and still teeter on the verge of failure, of killing herself and her child, and assists her, connecting to the women through her roots. paz would think she was tripping, but really it was just eywa, one mother helping another.

when the baby is finally born, which was no easy task, even for the Great Mother herself, paz worries he won't be able to breathe. but eywa already had it handled. spider cries, loud, beautiful cries, drawing the attention of all the flora and fauna in the area. a viperwolf watching the pair from a ridge, not lurking a target, but rather curious of the small thing wrapped in his mother's arms. paz wants to scare it away but finds herself too weak to do so, and then a surge of clam fills her, Eywa telling her it will all be ok.

paz can feel herself dying, some complication or another, she was a high-risk pregnancy to begin with, and she had just delivered early in the middle of the damn forest after running god knows how many miles. while she would rather not die, leaving her premature son alone in these woods, she isn't surprised. instinct makes her want to beg, but as she slumps against the mossy tree trunk she propped herself against, she feels oddly ok with it. again, for the record, does not want to die, but she has this gut feeling her baby will be ok.

she wraps him in her military-issue jacket and holds him for as long as she can. she brushes a finger over his little nose and lets him hold onto her little finger with his entire tiny hand. she prays for her child, despite never having been religious. when she feels herself being on the last few steps of the stairway to heaven, she places spider next to her, so she doesn't risk dropping him.

the las thting she see's is that viperwolf approaching her, calmly, looking back to her cubs half hidden don't he ridge she stood on before. they look each other in the eye, and paz knows, against all rational thought, the way a mother knows, somehow, some way, things will be fine. she lets go, she goes to eywa, leaving her son behind. she was right. eywa was gonna look out for the little one.

~~~

spider was hidden away from the war by viperwolves; they were best inept for handling him so young, so tiny. they hid him in their burrows, amongst their other young, and the whole pack would watch after him. they made sure he was clean and fed, much like Lupa had Romulus and Remus back in old earth tales (an old roman/italian myth, look it up). even as he began to walk and explore, they kept him well away from the na'vi, upon eywa's orders. spider wouldn't be safe there, not yet at least, not till he could hold his own. he wouldn't be accepted, not in a way that would be any good for him. so she would keep him out in the forests, away from anyone who could think of hurting him.

he was raised by all the creatures of the forest how to survive, how to stalk pray and hunt, how to find shelter, how to find clean water. he picked up habits of each creature.

he kept to packs like viperwolves, but hunted alone like thanators. he was closely bonded to the herds of titanothere's that roamed the woods and learn to be a gentle 'giant'.he got his speed and agility from slintsh, watching how they raced through the tree tops with grace, learning to copy them, if even at a fraction of the speed.

once she accepted spider would have to be aware of other na'vi, for his sake, she started connecting to him, not for comfort, but to teach him. she started teaching him language and songs (not of the creatures he considered family, but of the na'vi themselves). she taught him most basic concepts in the form she had taken to appear visible to the child. she told him of his mother, how she was a good women, at least in the end, how she was a good person caught up i bad thing. they talked about what they meant, what spider felt that it meant about her. he didn't know. he wanted to hate her, for his his Mother, for hurting pandora, but also pity, because she was forced, in some ways. he would meet her one day, when he was ready, Eywa knew the day was coming, as he asked more and more questions. that was ok, little bird had to fly the nest one day. even if she hated the idea.

spider was aware of the world out there, was allowed to venture towards it, around 13 or so, but he chose to be cautious. Eywa said there was nothing to fear, not now at least, but he didn't want to approach this unknown world. he did venture closer, stalking up in the trees and watching hunters go about their days, children playing. one day he met kiri, who kept his secret after many desperate pleas. she called him odd, said the way he walked, almost bipedal was strange, and the way he made sounds rather than words more often, or how he didn't know what fire was. spider said that was the way things should be done. she didn't disagree, just smiled at him, copying his actions every now and then.

spider had a lot of little quirks. he tipped and chirped and almost barked, imitating to the best of his ability the sounds of the creatures that raised him. he could walk 'normally' but found it easier to crouch and use his hands. he didn't hunt with a knife or a bow and arrow, instead used primitive stones and teeth, long shards of bone, and ate his foods raw. his skin was rough, not only from the sun and heavy use, but because he caked himself with dirt to make it more durable, avoid sunburn and bugs, and to better blend in. not to mention his naturally primitive way of living; sleeping up in the highest branches of trees, with nothing but the loincloth eywa forced him to make and start wearing when he was first capable of doing so.

thats not to mention he shock when he named most animals in his territory, when he was friendly with all fo them, when he could ride the apex predator of the forest and considered vipewolves to be his family.

when kiri would leave, promsing to tell no one, he would go to eywa and ask about the na'vi. she would share stories with him, even have him meet ancestors, like tsu'tey and eytukan, who he really liked. he also met kiri's mom, grace, another human. she taught him a lot about who he was, what it meant that he was human; but she also shared her fascination, a human boy raised by 'wolves', was the greatest of revelations.

one day spider would venture into the village, after months of getting to know kiri and eventually lo'ak and finally neteyam before he got ratted out by a hunter sent to find out where he children of the chief were hiding away. he would stand in front of jake and tell him Eywa was his mother, just like the viperwolves and the titantheres, and a woman named paz who was a good person and did bad things without knowing just how bad they were. jake would stare in shock at this wild child with golden hair and dirt roughened skin, would listen to his stories, follow him out into the woods and find they were all true. spider would refuse to stay in the village, but would quickly take to his new life; the boy who came and left as he pleased, who was the marker of a whole new chapter of the na'vi people.

[peony-pearl]

@khoc-week - dreams

The encampment is quiet, save for the surrounding trills and squawks of unseen fauna hiding out in the woods and the snores from the pile of travelers all huddled up next to the embers of a dying campfire.

Mint rolls over unceremoniously as a contented snore rattles from her sinuses. Hollander's arm slaps over Magnifico's chest, both of them oblivious to the real world. The group is weary from a long week of roaming from world to world, trying to ensure they aren't caught by Maleficent. Now that it has been more than a day since seeing either her or Diablo, the team has found a sense of momentary peace.

But it still came with caution as Nimue sat propped against a large tree trunk, keeping close watch on her crew. Despite her heavy eyelids, she steeled herself and kept her mind occupied until dawn could relieve her of her duty.

Her eyes bounced from one person to the next, from Owen, who sleeps stick-still and silently with his hands folded over his stomach as he clutches his glasses; to Harle, who, if she had her way, would be sleeping in the trees. But due to the threats that followed them, she curled up with Chaos in her arms as his paws and tail twitched.

The only person not sleeping amongst the team was Merlock, who rested nearby as he mirrored Nimue, leaning against the treetrunk, not making any sound as he slept.

Nimue had learned how to gauge when Merlock was truly asleep; her sense of magic would buzz with activity as his powers loosened up in slumber. She could tell he was still wearing his talisman, which was a source of his heightened abilities.

Nimue sighed and looked up to the tree canopy, which blocked the view of the stars. While it meant security, she hated that she couldn't see the dotted diamond sky. The universal tapestry that was laid out above them that she so often craned up to look at as a child, and then as a keyblade master going out on missions, wondering if her loved ones were looking at the same stars as her.

She often looked for one particular star that her father, Knoll, told her about as a child. It was rumored to have been a living star, and one that fell from the heavens at the callings of a troubled girl who loved her city and people so much that her heart reached it from millions of miles away.

When Nimue found herself feeling lonesome or homesick, she would take the time to pinpoint where the star was in the sky, and once she did, she felt like she had found her feet again. Like she found the direction she needed to go in.

... It had been a long time since she truly felt the need to do that; as when she had met Yen Sid and became involved in him, he filled the negative space around her with calm, assured words and a bright heart.

He would smile at her, with his stars and moon motif glistening in his robes and amor.

She could remember dragging a gentle claw across the silken embroidery of his clothing, how each stitched star had special, magical beads sewn into their design. Her frantic heart and rapid pulse would ease in the presence of his light as he silently guided and grounded her.

He was her own star, helping her maintain her direction.

Why didn't it last?

His guiding light became searing, like the sun; Burning and scorching in a rage against her as he demanded to know how she could betray him. How she could betray her mother and father and her town. How she could turn her back on everyone and everything that had loved her.

Merlock awoke at the sound of a voice, and shuffling nearby.

"Wrong... You're wrong..."

Nimue's voice warbled through the still silence of the night that was just about to become dawn.

A darkness in the sky that Nimue remembered as Yen Sid destroyed the darkness she'd cultivated from her own heart; but in an effort to protect everyone, the darkness simply attached itself back to Nimue through her rage. It was a blinding, red hot rage that rivaled his searing light. Her screams were sirens, alerting the world to her blood-boiling anger at Yen Sid's betrayal.

Until the sight of her beloved home being ravaged was all she could see.

Until the sight of her mother reaching out for her hand became everything on her mind. How she tried so hard to reach her, how her mother's agony was so palpable as they held tight to light fixtures amongst the wreckage of the town and the darkness swallowed the city.

Estelle's voice crying out for her daughter was the last voice Nimue heard for thirty years.

Until Merlock's voice reached her ears.

"Nimue! Wake up!"

Gasping as large hands jostled her shoulders, Nimue opened her eyes. She felt as though she had been freefalling and her stomach was crashing back down to earth.

Merlock hovered over her as she leaned forward, placing her head in her hands as she gathered her bearings.

"... I'm sorry; I fell asleep," she croaked, not looking up at the stern face she knew the sorcerer was wearing.

Yet despite his usual severe scowl, it was worn with a mixture of tired patience.

"Hmph... perhaps I should take over," he offered gruffly. Nimue shook her head vigorously.

"No, no... I'm fine now." She lied. "I'm fine. Just a lapse."

She wasn't expecting one of his large, clawed hands to reach forward and press against her forehead.

"I said I'm fine," She insisted.

"You're burning up."

"Just some bad dreams."

Merlock listened, but still didn't move too far. He sat beside her against the tree trunk, both of them listening to the sounds of the forest. His eyes shifted as he watched her clutch at her chest. He frowned, but remained still.

He remembered finding her in the Realm of Darkness, with light shining within her like a beacon; like a lighthouse for those lost at sea.

He had no need for beacons or lighthouses. The only thing he needed was her skills to take down Yen Sid and to keep Maleficent from destroying him.

"So tell me," Merlock rumbled quietly; he could see Nimue's ears twitch as she listened. "Who was wrong?"

Slipping her head from her hand, Nimue looked back to him, her large golden eyes like saucers. Her clawed hands dug into the thick fabric of her pants.

"... Him. Yen Sid. When he found out about my research. He told me nothing good could come from it. That I was... that I was a violation of the order." She scoffed. "I was a violation because I wanted to understand the darkness! I didn't want to run from it! He treated me like a criminal for deciding I wanted to walk side by side with something so natural! He would rather cower and sit in his light and morals than be seen as anything but perfect."

Nimue looked to Merlock, her eyes intense.

"And yet, to stand so close to the light means creating a shadow as big as that light. And I won't cower."

Merlock's gaze didn't flinch.

"Even if that darkness threatens to swallow the light you have?"

Nimue smiled. "Thirty years in darkness and I'm still here, aren't I?"

"... Indeed," Merlock smiled. He noted Nimue fold back in on herself. "You should get some more rest."

Nimue shook her head.

Merlock huffed. He leaned towards her and, taking her shoulders, rested her against the tree trunk before placing his palm against her forehead.

"Close your eyes."

Nimue blinked; she looked up towards him, unsure at first. He was not a being of generous gestures, so she eyed him critically.

"I need you to trust me," he growled.

Nimue nodded, and she closed her eyes. From the space between Merlock's palm and her forehead, a spark of light glimmered.

He never liked using light-based magic; it felt like burning, like touching jagged rocks that had been baking in the sun.

He made a small exception this once. He asked her to close her eyes, not to fall asleep, but so she didn't see the crystalline rays of light snaking up his arm as she fell into slumber.

A rare favor he offered for very few.

The birdsong was jovial and exciting; the sunlight that filtered through the leaves turned the world into a golden, glittering paradise as Nimue awoke under her favorite tree by the brook. She could hear voices from the villagers in the distance, the laughter of children, and the clattering from carriages traveling across bridges.

She felt full and whole, like the light in her heart wasn't a seething supernova, but a tender hearth holding tight to a crackling fire she used to roast marshmallows over. She rolled over onto her side and smelled the sweet grass and wildflowers.

"Nimue!"

Nimue's eyes opened and she sat up to find her mother jogging forward, picnic basket in hand as she waved to her daughter.

...............................................

"Is Nim okay?"

From up ahead, Mint looked back towards Merlock, who watched the team from the rear, with Nimue in his arms as they traveled under clear, sunny skies.

"She's fine. Just tired."

Merlock looked down at Nimue, who, in her slumber, smiled and leaned into his frame with a contented sigh.

And a light that didn't feel like sun baked rocks pricked in his chest.

[cor-lapis-candy]

You ever thought about what would happen if Tighnari ever had to end up at the clinic in sumeru city rather than fixing himself up?

Cause I have been.

Just this once he was too far from the vile to get help, just this once he had managed to have someone with him that was less graceful than a Sumpter beast and now look at him. Tucked up in the city with all the other idiots that just wander through the forests after ignoring the Rangers, sure they are good at their jobs and all but it's...

It's just so loud!

Constant clinking, chatting, clicking and other white noise that leaves his ears ringing, no matter how hard he might try the pillow of the bed in his little section is just not thick enough to dampen the sound, and there is no way the nurse that was here before would help, she was just a little too enticed by his tail anyway.

That just left suffering through it till he was free to leave, to go back to the calm of the vile and never have to step foot in this mess of noise and chemical smells.

The one saving grace is the walls in the garden, something something strength in his legs or maybe it was his knees? Regardless Tighnari could have cared less, he will fix it himself back in his hit with his Rangers, but for now the garden was his slice of heaven the quiet murmurs of people being guided and other patients walking like him was much better.

But the true grace was you, quiet, by the fountain you, a familiar hybrid in the sense of the slope of your ears and the slight thump of your tail was just like his, albeit in another colour scheme entirely. Where he was the shadows of the forest and darkened leaves you were something else, something new and while yes he had seen others like him, family members and friends of friends, he had never seen you.

The garden became a quiet place and the perfect chance to grow closer to you, hell blame it on spring or blame it on his body being weaker due to the less than his standard quality medical care, but the time that he passed with you was working away at the binds he had on his more primal instincts.

Each quiet conversation, each slow walk through familiar and likely cloned fauna had his mind begging for the all clear, for the ability to snatch you up and offer better service under his care, a better chance at healing, and if he listened to the voice chanting in the back of his mind a perfect opportunity to have you as his mate, to pass the spring heat in his bed, in his arms, on his cock.

After all you had been receptive to his advice, walking with him, asking your nurse for the herbs he had recommended. It wouldn't be hard at all to push that final little bit and get you under his care, what were the people here going to do? Stop him? Call the Matra? He doubted it, your smart enough to back the recommendation for transfer and he...

Well let's just leave the staff here thinking that it's his leg troubling him when you press against his side, peaking over his shoulder and flicking your ear against his cheek that made him have to adjust his stance and lean against you.

Yeah, his leg, certainly not the chance at bathing you in more of his scent and most certainly not how he can subtly rut his clothes cock against you as you do...

[palior]

Awards 2023 : TV Shows

Third and last category: TV Shows that I’ve watched at least one complete season of this year.

Apocalypse Won Award - The Last of Us - Season 1 Episode 3 "Long, Long Time"

Still crying over those strawberries.

These Gays Award - The White Lotus - Seasons 1 & 2

And the world finally knew the greatness of Jennifer Coolidge *dolphin sounds*

Royalty But With Heart Award - Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story - Mini-Serie

The Queen and King of Hearts in a surprisingly touching tale. Personally, there's not enough free space under my bed to hide from the heavens.

Best Performance Award - Foundation - Laura Birn - Season 2 Episode 10 "Creation Myths"

Give her all the awards ! Her portrayal of Lady Demerzel inner turmoil is the biggest reason to watch this show.

Best Queer Show Award - Our Flag Means Death - Season 2

Glory to Calypso !

Warm Blanket Award - Hearstopper - Season 2

Dark clouds are on the horizon but that won't prevent Charlie, Nick & co from being one of the best feel good show around right now.

This Is An Insult Award - Secret Invasion - Season 1

NOTHING in this show works. The spy stuff is not suspenseful, the action is laughable, Fury is bored from start to finish and nothing carries over in the MCU. Let's all forget that this thing ever happened.

Awkward Goodbye Award - The Witcher - Henry Cavill - Season 3

At least we still have Yennefer to stan for.

Could Have Ended Better Award - Ted Lasso - Season 3

Compared to how excellent the two previous seasons were, this final one is such a mixed bag. So many storylines lead to absolutely nothing while others were so weird, and I'm not a fan of how it ended (but damn was Jamie hot this season). So long Richmond, you've been (mostly) great !

Best Goodbye Award - The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel - Season 5

Midge + Suzie = OTP <3

Best Audio Serie Award - Third Eye - Season 1

For her first foray in the audio serie format, Felicia Day rocks it out of the park with a heartfelt story of a Chosen One who failed to save the world of magic and had to live with the consequences. Impeccable sound mixing and vfx with a stellar cast. Give it a listen, you wont regret it.

Best WTF Award - Mrs. Davis - Season 1

The story of a nun who has a vendetta with an AI that controls the world. The script is on acid half the time and worth it. Also, hot Jesus.

Best Comedy Award - Abbott Elementary - Season 2/What We Do in the Shadows - Season 5

Again this year, the two funniest comedies with the most heart win the award. Special mention to Guillermo finally realizing that becoming a vampire is not really for him.

Best TV Show Award - Scavengers Reign - Season 1

A show that makes you feel like you are reading a Mobius album. Gorgeous to look at, within a vibrant world with the most hostile and fascinating fauna I've seen in a long time. Topped with touching and interesting characters. Can't wait for season 2.

[meowww-ffxiv]

Theodore: As I have indulged you in many of your Little Creature Tendencies, I ask you to indulge me in my weekly existential anxieties.

Meowdred: Okay. OwO

Theodore: Do you remember the Ea? How they said the universe will one day enter an eternal ice age, and no new stars or life will ever be born. At the time, I was so concerned with saving our star that I rejected their revelation with all my heart, but I think what they said is the truth.

Meowdred: Are you worried about it now?

Theodore: I don't know if "worry" is the correct word. But it looms over me. Some days it shadows all my joys.

Meowdred: Hmmm. I can tell you what I think about it.

Theodore: That it does not matter if we all die in the end and are never reborn, only that we are alive in this moment?

Meowdred: Well of course it MATTERS. Nobody wants to die, man, me included. But I think the Ea posed a fundamental flaw question just like Hermes did.

Theodore: Oh?

Meowdred: When they saw the truth, they said "This cannot be! Our existence is not indefinite!" Which I understand flew in the face of all that they had achieved, but come on. Everything's going to end SOME day, and the part of the universe that encompasses life surely must, too.

Meowdred: But they were saying all that from their perspective. You and I have seen how just the shards of Hydaelyn possessed such radically different flora and fauna. The other side of that ice age, or even within that ice age, might not contain or support aether-based life forms -- life as we knew it. But so what? Something or someone might have still lived.

Meowdred: I was going to ask the Ea that too, but Y'shtola and Urianger were more succinct in their rejection of their wallowing.

Theodore: I see. But that does not actually make me feel that much better considering the extinguish of aether-based life forms is still true.

Meowdred: And so? It is a grand truth. It is the assurance of a final destination for our journeys. The only thing worse than dying to me is not being allowed to die. Not being able to lay down your burdens for the last, final time. And it's so far away!! Practically infinite. How many hellos can you fit into this infinite before our time ends, how many goodbyes, how many skills can you learn and perfect and pass on. How many new friends and new experiences and even new enemies to define, redefine, unmake and remake you?

Meowdred: How many turns of the heavens do I have, to love you? Let's say our souls will be peculiar and we retain ourselves after these bodies disintegrate. How many reunions would we have? Adventures and tranquil nights alike. When I see before me the amount of time I have to be your friend, it's both finite in this life and infinite in its possibilities. But believe me, I'm glad for it.

Theodore: :''( I love you too. I love you the most out of everyone and everything.

Meowdred: I love you too. ^w^

Theodore: Also I suppose you were playing up the part about being old?

Meowdred: Raha pointed out that it's not so much I feel old as I feel worn down, and not processing everything as well as I want to. It's not synonymous as feeling like I'm at the end of my ropes. This body is frail but it loves me well enough if I care for it, as do all things. I'm up for adventuring.

[brideofbriar]

Yue Yanli // 越丽妍 (TWST PREFECT OC)

It is said that on a summer day, the stars rained down from the heavens to bless the Earth and its inhabitants. On the day, the moon shone brighter than it ever has. On that day, the flora and fauna of the world joined together to sing a song of peace. On that day, a small town on the edge of China was blessed. As the rivers ran and the wind flew through the mountains, the lady of the moon was reborn.

🌙 Home:: ??? (Guilin, China)

🌙 Species:: Human

🌙 VA:: Sarah Wiedenheft (eng va for Fu Xuan, Power and Tohru)

🌙 Height:: 192 cm

🌙 Birthday:: July 11th

🌙 Age:: 17 going on 18

🌙 Dominant hand:: Left

🌙 Hobbies:: Photography

🌙 Likes:: Plants, clothes and history

🌙 Dislikes:: Obnoxious people, tight spaces and dirt

🌙 Favorite food:: Anything her grandma makes

🌙 Least favorite food:: Raw radishes

🌙 Floyd's nickname:: Moonfish (Akamanbo-chan)

🌙 Rook's nickname:: Dame de la Lune (Lady of the Moon)

🌙 Personality:: Despite her oblivious personality, Yue is aloof and very mature for her age due to being the eldest of 8 children and having to help her grandmother take care of them. She loves her hometown dearly but wishes she could explore the outside world. She has yearnful attitude towards her mother's country, as she's been dreaming of it since her mother told her tales about it. Yue is secretly girly, enjoying fashion, especially that of the Shang Dynasty and the Victorian Era. She tries her best to stay clean but will get dirty if needed. She is very protective over her loved ones and can sometimes be seen as stern and serious. But behind the walls she built up around her self are two souls; one soft and playful, the other tired and mournful.

🌙 Appearance:: She has pale skin that is entirely clear save for a burn scar on the right side of her face. Her hair is dark-blue and curly and her eyes are the same turquoise as the river flowing through her hometown. Her body is full and healthy. She wears a modified Night Raven College uniform. The collar of her white shirt is ruffled, covering her neck. Her sleeves are long, loose and laced. She wears a dark grey corset-like vest in place of the regular dorm vests. Her pants are tight and the bottom part is loose and flowy. Her heels and dainty yet firm. She wears lots of loose gold night-themed accessories all over and has a ribbon around her neck with a moon pin.

Trivia

🌙 She is the child of a Chinese father and Egyptian mother

🌙 She relates a lot to Rollo

🌙 Her mother was killed by a wild animal, her father drowned at sea when she was just a child and only has memories of her mother's stories and her father's jewels

🌙 Her younger biological brother died in a fire that she indirectly caused, making her loathe herself for the rest of her life

🌙 Her grandmother is an elderly lady who takes in children who have been orphaned and they're not actually blood-related

🌙 When she first met Malleus she mistook him for death and thought to herself that dying wouldn't be so bad if death was that handsome

🌙 Despite her growing and caring for a plum tree in her grandma's backyard, she's allergic to plums

🌙 She had a white kitten named miau-miau

🌙 She is an empath

🌙 She has a soft spot for Deuce because he looks like her younger brother

🌙 She is a former delinquent but can still kick ass

🌙 Has nearly killed a guy because he bullied Grim

🌙 Can see dead people

🌙 Uses tarot cards in place of magic

I'm gonna draw her soon! Someday. Maybe never...

Layout inspired by @skibidibabygirl <3

[bluerthanblue-excerpts]

The Boy Who Sees the Shadows

A simple boy grew up and fended for himself for he was all alone on his own, no family to turn to and he was so busy that it’s a task for him to make friends and socialize. Yet one fateful day, he discovered that he could see the girl with a trolley who had a curly and unruly hair. He managed to ignore her but she noticed so she talked to him whenever he was alone.

She was the girl who could see the red strings and he was the boy who could see the shadows lurking on people, eating their sanity and peace of mind. Until she witnessed how he died while saving a suicidal girl on the train tracks and it was too late when the train was in front of him. He was meant to die for a new mission in the world and bring light to those people who were tormented by deep loneliness, insanity, and psychosis.

Even before, he could sense the fullness and weightlessness of the shadows, coaxing his sleeping state but he could fight it. He needed to fight it to live and survived every day, even if he was entirely alone. Until he’s part of her ‘kind’. He was meant to experience the deep loneliness, the numbing feeling of being alone, the loss of meaning and purpose, and the sleepless nights.

Waking up in an unfamiliar place and surreal surroundings, leaves and trees with unnamed colors, glitters from small creatures, a mighty volcano in the middle of that vast land filled with flora and fauna and a small hut inside a forest assaulted his sharp senses. The shadows are gone. The numb feeling, the longing, repressed emotions, and bitter experiences on Earth were gone yet his desire to vanish the shadows intensified.

Living at the boundary of that ‘magical land’ and standing at the edge of the cliff with nonchalance and fearlessness, the heavens welcomed this hidden and mortal turned immortal being, with a mission to eliminate the shadows and bring light to those who suffer silently.

[tourismcampaigns]

Costa Rica - Save the Americans

This is the main theme of the advertising campaign developed by the Costa Rican Tourism Institute (ICT) for the US and Canada markets.The campaign is called “Save The Americans” (“Save The Canadians” for the Canadian market), and comes to the rescue of those people who work without break, setting Costa Rica as a natural heaven for their dream vacation.Costa Rica is home to a wide biodiversity with more than 500,000 species of flora and fauna. This was the motive of the advertising agency of the Costa Rica Tourism Board in the United States, 22 Squared, to develop a new campaign in which various types of animals in Costa Rica unite for the rescue of the overworked American people, urging them to visit the country and enjoy this natural refuge during their vacations.

More information: https://www.ict.go.cr/en/featured-news/1558-costa-rica-seeks-to-position-itself-as-the-perfect-destination-to-connect-with-life’s-essential-values.html

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Places to visit in Bangalore

Bangalore Palace

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The Wadiyar King who built the palace gleaned inspiration from Windsor Castle London. It also holds cultural events and rock shows.

Tipu Sultan's Palace

This palace was built sometime between 1781 and 1791 and it was known as 'Rash e Jannat' which means abode of happiness and envy of heaven. It is now a museum maintained by the Archaeological Survey of India.

Lal Bagh Botanical Garden

The Lalbagh Botanical Garden is renowned internationally and nationally for its botanical artwork, scientific study, and conservation of plants. The Lal Bagh Rock is almost 300 million years old. The garden is home to more than 800 species of plants.

Cubbon Park

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Bannerghatta National Park

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Concealed shock makes itself manifest within glacial sapphire orbs masked with an air of neutrality that sits permanently on the throne that are lunar kissed features. Dáinsleif is no believer that Teyvat is the only world in the universe, much less when he was witness of a star's descent and when cognizance alerts him of otherworldly presences in his homeworld: the void for one, suspicious gods that beget more questions than answers alongside distrustful and questionable deeds.

Roseate lips part to allow pass to more delectable wine past his mouth and pharynx in quiescent thought until Yìng Xīng's voice lulls his attention back at him anew. Heartbeats ring within his ears with suddenness when the notion that he is lost to the ways that brought him to this world —fleet of ships under shared alliance, as he described it— is presented to him, causing stellar pupils to dilate and tremble within a sea of azure. ◜Being dexterous with your hands in more than the art of swordsmanship is deserving of merit.◞ The seraph speaks at long last words of praise, marvelling in the premise that not only he can destroy or protect with his sword, but create with his hands.

Genuine smile makes its way to his lips as soon as hesitation is detected in Yìng Xīng's manner of addressing to him in pursuit of more knowledge about him. Albescent lashes flutter close momentarily as a low chuckle is exhaled through his nostrils. ◜At ease. You needn't be so cautious when wondering about my past, master Yìng Xīng. The fact that I have yet to find out how I've come here isn't equivalent to struggling with amnesia.◞ For once he doesn't, not this time. Though in his heart he is grateful of the man's care in his approach to this topic, nevertheless.

The luminary hums in agreement as his astral gaze returns to the nocturne heavens above right where it belongs in a momentary pause to put in order his thoughts before expressing them in a stream of careful words. ◜It is as you say, I have a goal to achieve here. I am captain to royal knights in the kingdom I serve under the title of Twilight Sword. Its location in the world is such that it is surrounded by dangers that cause fertile soils to be infertile, for fauna and flora to be inexistent save for a miraculous exception and it is harbinger of maladies among the living.◞

A pause.

◜In order to understand the blight that desolates the Star, I must understand first the Cancer of all Worlds, it's what I was told. So I thought... if there is a connection between my world's scourge and this cancer, then there is no better chance than this to hone a skill of mine to help me in my search.◞ Icy sapphires descend to Yìng Xīng, roseate lips forming a small smile. ◜Just like you are gifted in the art of swordsmanship and creation alike with these dexterous hands of yours, so am I in swordsmanship and... healing. That is why I want to seek more information about this Cancer of all Worlds while I study medicine. In mastering this skill of mine but also in gratitude and humble service to this world that welcomes my presence.◞

"As normal as the fact that you are not in a planet per se, but in an alliance of space ships with a shared scope that leads them to cross the galaxy in the same direction." Yìng Xīng is understanding of the fact that it must be surprising to someone who is used to the concept of a planet with its own gravitational rules and its own rotative path to follow rather than a ship considered a world. Which to be frank, is one of the beauties he finds of this world since he set foot on it and learned about its story.

If there is a word that describes what he feels about sir Dáinsleif is closeness and a sentiment of feeling related to him. Because just like he claims, he doesn't know how he arrived to the Xianzhou nor if he had any reason at all to do so— the only thing he has to know he isn't from this place is that he isn't cursed to live a long life like the rest of this world's denizens. This is why he can't think ill of the blond swordsman for not having a clear answer for that.

"It would seem that we are in a relatively similar situation, not knowing how we arrived here." An apologetic smile crosses his lips as it does his eyes before he looks towards the artificial moon. "But unlike you, there is no real scope to be here other than to live. I genuinely enjoy honing my swordsmanship skills as I do creating. Be it weapons or Curios, I consider myself fortunate to have such skilful hands like these."

His attention returns to Dáinsleif thereafter. "You seem to have a goal being here, judging by what you speak." A brief pause ensues, hesitance makes itself manifest in the lack of know of how to formulate his next question— for he ignores if the man suffers from an amnesiac condition. "I wager it's related to your homeworld, perhaps? Something that you can find elsewhere and not there? I presume that your swordsmanship skills must've been acquired in your homeworld in order to display such a spectacle in the tournament."

[galaxyghost4081]

The Story of the Selyutuna

In the beginning, when the world was newly born, the mystical elves were one of the many races that lived within it. They were created by the wondrous Arch Heart and resided in the whimsical lands of the Feywild. However, the Moonweaver, a well-known mischief-maker among the deities, blessed some of the Arch Heart’s elves with her own divine magic. Thus, the first pallid elves were born. Inheriting their curiosity from the goddess, some pallid elves migrated from their homes in the Feywild to explore the Material Plane. Among them, the Moonweaver is best known for shielding mortals from the dangers of the dark with her magic over the night, but to the Selyutuna family, she is revered as much more. According to legend, the family would not exist today were it not for her role in connecting its very first members: Sely and Utuna.

Like many other pallid elves, Sely and Utuna wandered into the Material Plane long ago. The two of them experienced many of the world's wonders together - the land, the sea, the sky, and the primordial magic hidden within - but none of it satisfied the ever so inquisitive Utuna. She often wondered about the mysteries of the night sky up above - and what secrets the Moonweaver kept hidden within her domain. The world was still new, yes, but the other gods and goddesses had already created their fair share. The Wildmother brought forth thriving flora and fauna, the Dawnfather brought forth the light of the morning and midday sun, but what did the Moonweaver bring? Surely more than her pallid elves and a twilit dusk shifting into her realm of desolate dark.

Spurred by her curiosity, Utuna casted elven magics of both the Arch Heart and the Moonweaver and soared straight into the pitch-black sky. She left her beloved Sely as he rested on the earth below and flew higher than the clouds that the airborne aarakocra glided through. With each passing moment, the ground became further and further away, and soon enough, Utuna could only see the murky darkness around her. Even her sharp elven eyes, enhanced with arcane magic, could not pierce through the gloom. 

However, Utuna was adamant and refused to return to the earth below empty-handed. She continued toward the heavens, not knowing that her magic was growing weaker and weaker as she journeyed onward, and it eventually fizzled out. She was left floating high within the night sky, resorting to swimming through the shadows in a futile attempt to find her way. Unbeknownst to her, the Moonweaver’s mysterious domain was restricted to the goddess for a reason. Lost and weakened from her voyage, dark tendrils of night suddenly struck at Utuna, restraining her in place as their corruption pierced through her veins. As the pain worsened, the only thing she could do was cry out for help, not knowing if she would be heard to any of her mortal kin down below.

Much to her fortune, her cries were not in vain. Despite being trapped higher than the clouds, the sound of a pained Utuna had woken Sely up from his trance. He looked to the sky in the direction of his lover’s voice, but the shadows obscured any hint of his beloved save for her sound. As she gradually failed to endure more and more agony, he called to the Moonweaver for help as a last resort, knowing that the night was her very abode. The goddess heard Sely’s plea and streaked across the dark heavens like a comet, sparkling silver trailing behind her. Divine strands weaved around Utuna to protect her and shone with a dazzling radiance, dispersing her shadowy restraints before fading away in the night sky. Sely was overjoyed that Utuna's pained cries were no more, but where was Utuna herself? Surely the Moonweaver would have been able to return her to her mortal home with him. He asked this question to the Moonweaver, who answered it with an innocent sorrow in her voice.

"Although I have saved Utuna from her demise, the dangers of the night have tainted her soul far beyond my restoration. Her magic, mingled with the dark, barely lost against my divine abilities. I have weaved a sanctuary around Utuna to protect her from further harm, but I am afraid that she must remain among the shadows due to her unruly curse. But fear not, dear Sely. I can see her where you cannot, and I will keep her safe from any other night time dangers and threats. I promise."

Sely believed in her words, knowing that the Moonweaver would withhold her promise in her own playful ways, but the sound of his heart aching rang in his ears. He yearned for his beloved Utuna, but she would be up in the heavens with their goddess. For the rest of his life, no matter how long it would last, it would have to be lived without his love by his side. Nevertheless, Sely took faith in the Moonweaver’s words, trusting her with the one person he loved the most, and respectfully - albeit sadly - accepted them. Ever since then, Sely's life was filled with an immense longing. By day, he continued to live through earthly experiences without his beloved by his side. By night, he prayed to the Moonweaver for Utuna's safety, often speaking to the shadows in hopes that she would be able to hear him. Eventually, his mortal life had reached its end, and Sely perished under the shade of a particularly dark night.

The Moonweaver had listened to Sely’s wishes all the while and knew of his pure adoration to Utuna. Although his body was still, his soul lived on, and the goddess guided him toward the heavens above. She imbued him with sparkling slivers of her divine magic, protecting him from the dangers of the night as they journeyed deep within her domain. Soon enough, they arrived at Utuna's sanctuary in the sky, hidden with dark, illusory magic, and Sely was finally able to see his love once again. The Moonweaver had kept her promise all along. He wrapped his arms around his beloved in a passionate embrace. Elated to be with her, the love in his heart erupted in a wondrous, gleaming aura, for it was enhanced by the godly magic weaved into his soul, and illuminated Utuna's sanctuary in the night sky. The brightness weakened the darkness looming around it and beamed toward the earth below, offering the soft comforts of moonlight to Sely and Utuna's mortal kin.

From that point on, the families of the two lovers have honored the pallid elves by living together as the Selyutuna family, which is now known as an Elvish surname translating to Moondream in Common. Without the solace of his beloved, Sely dreamed of her well-being above all else, and it was his love for Utuna caused the Moonweaver's protection to become the moon itself. As the moon waxes and wanes, it is said that the two lovers are dancing happily together throughout the night. To this day, much of the Selyutuna family are devout believers and followers of the Moonweaver. They believe that the goddess leads them toward their soulmates, shields them with moonlit blessings throughout their mortal lives, and guides their souls to the heavens to turn into long-lived stars that twinkle alongside their ancestors. The story of Sely and Utuna is deeply rooted in Selyutuna history, for it depicts the tale of an everlasting love that shines through even the darkest of nights.

[bellsliturgy]

the great apollo transformation write-up.

apollo’s transformation has several different forms, but there are a set of key characteristics that are shared between them. the transformation, no matter what shape, will always have a non-human set of vocalization organs, feathers or feather-like appendages, a complete lack of eyes or eye-like organs, and a long, tooth-filled snout, not unlike a dinosaur of the raptor variation. each variation of the transformation takes into consideration the target terrain or biome in which the transformation will be utilized, such as the mountains, plateaus, canyons, caves, the high heavens, or even arctic and deep-sea environments. coloration typically stays within a gray-green composition, but will vary depending on the aforementioned environment and whether or not stealth is needed.

the most common transformation is a massive, quadrupedal creature of bird and lizard characteristics, with a body shape akin to a canid, with a long whip-like tail adorned with feathers at the tip, a bushy feathery mane, and curved talons on each foot. this form is made for running long distances across plains and plateaus, as well as close-quarter combat with large beasts of comparable size. this form is the most well-adapted to mimicking human speech. as apollo cannot physically talk or form his own words, he will communicate with telepathy. mimicry is not used for communication, as he must hear and process the words spoken while transformed and practice reproducing the sounds. this quadrupedal form can also come with a pair of large, feathered wings, depending on apollo’s mood or whether the situation requires them.

while all of apollo’s forms are positively massive, none are so comparably large as the form that takes to the seas. while still possessing the bird-lizard characteristics, the deep-sea form apollo takes for the waters is a snake-like creature adorned with feather-like fins and equipped with a set of gills designed for dissolved oxygen intake and reduced energy consumption. as it takes a lot of aetheric, mental, and physical preparation to take on this form and maintain it for lengthy periods, apollo does not take this form often. it is also ill-suited for combat, but can emit strong aetheric pulses as a defense mechanism. apollo prefers not to use his mouth as a weapon or swallow anything from the deep sea. human speech mimicry is also minimal, as the vocal organs are too large to form anything coherent. this form instead is used to communicate with deep-sea fauna and echolocation when aethersight is not viable.

while apollo’s quadrupedal form can fly with the addition of wings, it is not made for high altitudes or long flight periods. apollo’s aerial form takes the shape of a massive albatross with a wingspan easily doubled that of his quadrupedal form, with feathers that absorb aether from wind and clouds to help replenish energy levels midflight. waterproof feather composition also provides protection from frigid temperatures and moisture from clouds. lungs made to absorb as much oxygen as it can from oxygen-depleted heights also assist in keeping him from passing out whilst in flight. should this form ever be ran aground for whatever reason, it will walk on the wrists of its wings in addition to its back feet. as its wings lack thumbs, it cannot climb, grip slippery surfaces, or run very fast on foot. human speech vocalization is possible, but as there are rarely any humans in sky to talk to, they don’t get used very much.

apollo’s smallest transformation takes a shape akin to a rat, if the rat where small and bird-like. featherless and completely blind save for aethersight and sound, this tiny form is well-suited for caves. water caves are also safe to traverse, as this form comes with a set of external gills and tiny lungs, both made to absorb oxygen-rich aether from the water and what few air pockets within the caves. with webbed feet and a thick tail, this form can swim like a dart through the water, and is equipped with tiny curved claws for traversing cave surfaces. as apollo is generally unnerved by the loneliness of the caves, he prefers to have open communication with hythlodaeus when spelunking through telepathy. human mimicry is impossible in this form. other than telepathy, the only sounds this form can make are squeaks.

[lazypanartist]

A small bonus for the Raphael x Ex Foot Reader for you because I just thought it was cute. uwu. Just a cute special extra bc ur cool.

-📝 Nonnie

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"Woah..."

You closed the window of your fire escape Raphael had slipped in through, drawing the curtains as the terrapin looked around. He couldn't help his awe. There were small paper creatures all over every shelf and cabinets. Creations of different patterns and colours and shapes and styles. Animals seemed to be the most common thing you made, but that didn't mean that was all you made.

Some were shapes, cubes and pyramids and rings. Others appeared to be plants and structures, lotus flowers and boxes and boats and ships and roses and lilies.

The bouquet of paper tulips that he made you were ceterpieced on your cheap white plastic coffee table, a vibrant pop of colour that drew his eyes and made paper butterflies flit around in his chest and stomach.

Paper decorum hung from your ceiling, attached with sticky tack and twine and tape. You had made lanterns and stars that were covering the multicolored LEDS that lit up the rooms. He even saw "pinned" spiders and insects you had crafted tucked neatly behind glass frames, the designs of the paper making him at first think they were real.

Shapes and colours littered your home and life, battling the stark, cold white and sterile feeling of your apartment. A folded and creased garden of Eden, alive with facsimile fauna made by their creator. A papercraft castle filled with delicate subjects their ruler made by hand. A hand crafted heaven with a mosaic of angular angels that were tesselated by you, their god.

However, there was something that bothered him, that itched at the back of his brain the more he looked around. The place was lined with false life, but not a singular sign of real life warmed the walls or shelves.

"No pictures?"

You blinked, looking over your shoulder back at him as he realized what he said. "Ah! Sorry, I shouldn't uh, comment on your home design-"

You answered with a shrug. "I mean you're right. I don't have any. I bet it's...weird, huh?"

"No!! I mean- it's just a bit...unusual."

You deflated some as you sat on your beat up, off-white love seat, your reptilian friend joining you.

"Sorry. I know the place is weird. I don't...have people over...often.."

Raphael frowned at that, confusion palpable. "I mean...We really only ever have April over, and we still have family and friend photos put up...?"

You pointedly didn't say anything.

Something clicked for the red-wearing ninja. You had neither.

"Ah."

"Yeah. You're the uh. First person I've ever had over, save for the maintenance lady and the landlord. They don't... stick around..."

He wanted to ask more. He wanted to push and be nosy, curious as to why you had no one close enough to you for pictures, for memories, but he wasn't sure you'd appreciate that.

He couldn't help his mind, though, thinking of you and whatever folded creature you animated for the night being the only things that touched the floorboards. You watching TV in a stark, cold room, surrounded by your own creations staring at you lifelessly. You going to bed, no one wishing you a nice sleep nor anyone for you to do the same.

Your victories and joys going uncelebrated. Your losses and lows never being comforted. Your tears being shed in the loneliness. Nightmares and fears doing nothing but festering and compounding.

The stifling, crushing loneliness that crushed you during your worst nights.

No wonder you joined the Foot ninjas. Desperation for contact and comfort and companionship would drive anyone to do anything.

The more he thought, the less this felt like a home. It was a place to be, sure.

But this house was not a home.

Your apartment was treated more like that of a shiny, clean hotel room. You could sleep, and eat, and exist there. But there was never the comfort. It was never yours to stay. Like wasn't yours to warm.

...But it was.

Unthinkingly, Raphael found himself pulling his phone out. The camera app was opened, and he scooted closer.

He wanted to make this your home. Your haven.

"Would you like to take one wit' me? I can get Don to print em..."

Despite the clinical coldness of your place, your eyes filled with warmth that made him think of a desert sun. It thawed the chill in his shell and bones, and he felt his heartbeat quicken to a thrumming drum beat.

"...I'd love that, a lot."

Aww!! Raph is so sweet ❤️ Wants to help you make your house a home.. I love him ^-^ and I love you're writing nonnie thank you

[katyahina]

Great Ones headcanons (Jan 12, 2022)

- Long time ago Flora (Moon Presence) was fighting her counterpart, Fauna (Great One Beast), but a man from Loran helped Fauna to overpower and defeat her. As result, Fauna could feast on her (hence her guts completely missing and only bones showing), after which man and Great One Beast formed allyship.

- However, Flora's guts were not empty, so humanity contracted Oedon through Loran's blood ministration as result - only as voice because their body never formed normally, but they exist nonetheless, even urge bloodspill just like their parent! They cannot effectively reconnect, though, but she instinctively prefers to 'hold' especially ruthless hunters.

- The first person to create/wield Holy Moonlight Sword was a hero that took Fauna down, blessed by Flora herself. Centures later, Ludwig discovered this sword.

- Great Ones cannot birth effectively because purpose of recreation is keeping species alive and improving it by taking genes from parent(s), but they are already immortal and perfect - except for a few things, such as stilly obeying this biological law. As result, Kos formed symbiotic bond with Fishing Hamlet denizens in order to 'downgrade' enough to bear a child normally, hence why OoK is so suspiciously humanoid! They got to be fish/snails, I guess...

- Their transformation is the result of spiritual affiliation with Kos rather than effect of Kos Parasite, not unlike how Nightmare Apostles turned into spiders from affiliation with Wet Nurse and alike!

- What Kos Parasite DOES do is urging one to seek more Insight, kinda like normal parasites make host feel more hunger so they can eat well! Hence is similarity between Brainsuckers and Kos Parasites. These creatures once lured Kos out of the lake she used to guard (not unlike Rom does now) into the sea, as well. The lake she abandoned had turned into a poisonous swamp in Nightmare Frontier, with some left behind parasites turning into Crawlers after failing to find hosts and having to grow on their own.

- Both Kos and Wet Nurse defied Moon Presence, roughly for the same motive of no longer wanting to play with humans and instead willing to coexist, and both payed the price for their friendliness to say the least. Orphan of Kos crying at the moon is moreso cry for her mercy, they instinctively know what exactly got them and their mother into this situation. Moreso 'this is what trusting humans gets you'.

- I talked about this more elaborate in this ( x ) post, but Wet Nurse, aside of nurturing Mergo, helps to keep the curse going by abducting spirits of the dead into Nightmare realm, not letting them find heaven regardless of their morality pre-life. She helps to avenge Kos as one of the 'bloodless ones' fish people pray to, in a way.

- Floral formations like lumenwood from Milkweed rune are hint of humanity instinctively seeking salvation from the 'stars' (where Moon Presence resides). Milkweed rune is one of the forms Kos' voice takes and normally her voice doesn't do that, it now can though and they risk feeling intense guilt for all their sins during seeking her. This is what fell on most Research Hall patients, this is also the reason they end up attacking others.

- There IS salvation though, when humans get 'cleansed' as Celestial Emissaries! This is ultimate form of being 'saved' but it is not exactly a good thing, it washes their identity and free will away. Overall cosmic Kin bleed grey, that's why it is called Paleblood Sky - because Moon sucks the color out of them to shine red! Whether this blood is from the hunts or from the worship, doesn't matter.

- Big Celestial Emissary that is not a Kin but a whole Great One was overseer of Orphanage as kids were not only secret thinkers, but also kids. She ended up becoming too attached and refused to abandon them, ascending with them, but for her services and genuinely motherly attitude was given a special favor.

- Ebrietas is a celestial child/larvae like what Arianna births, but adolescent. She was a 'gift' to humanity from Moon Presence to guide them to knowledge and salvation, however she is not even fully aware of what she has been created and used for. She is afraid to doubt the insidious power behind her, either, until the moment Rom is pulled into use too. Years later Ebrietas finally manages to drill her voice into Willem enough to force his hand to urge hunter into lake, to free Rom.

- Rom was patient zero of sorts, from whose altered body samples were taken to repeat on other Research Hall patients with water.

I think the description can very well mean Rom and Micolash themselves, but it was a strange ploy. They were orphans and separated, with Rom seeking a brother she never saw for years and finally meeting him in Byrgenwerth! Somewhere between experiments, Micolash got a very bright idea to play out abandoning her. With how raw her emotions were and from her despair of 'losing the only family she had', that equated cry of abandoned child and in Rom's dream after mental breakdown, Kos attempted to hold her for comfort. It did not ascend her but made her perceive new things and feel emotions of Great Ones like her own; something she could withstand by "not thinking too much about it" but most humans could never.

- Rom lasted very long time in pretty much humanoid state. I like to think she had ranked as Great One after Willem ritually married her with Ebrietas whom she formed deep emotional bond with - same logic as peasant marrying a royalty gives them royal rank too.

- Rom overall was caught in touch with any knowledge there is, as her convoluted Great One design suggests - she has bloated head like Research Hall patient, spider body like Nightmare Apostles, but also there are tentacles and flowers and she is covered in eyes, and second stage of her theme features a lot of voices speaking gibberish. She is still evolving since her body on Altar and her lake one are different, but no matter how much she learns it cannot fully change her, she is a Great One not realizing one's power. Flowers - lumenwood kin ones or coldblood ones that grow from corpses - in any case only grow from someone that STILL got humanity inside, she drops Kin coldblood and not Great One, first stage of her theme sounds like broken, offkey version of OoK's first stage theme... There is still something inside. At least partially, Micolash hates her for refusing to forsaken such 'useless' thing after humanity - even after what it did with her, with him, with Great Ones, with itself...

- Brain of Mensis is made out of other people in the Mensis ritual room and Living String is, indeed, a failed Eye Cord. It failed to form because rather than being a genuine hivemind it is made of people brainwashed and having their wills completely broken, it formed under control rather than something they would understand and wish with their hearts. Micolash fails to see error in his ways though, you know, the:

Not to have sequel vision again but I think it could 'heal'. At this rate the only hope for Brain of Mensis to become less of a helpless creature is if people inside accept the trauma and true rebirth as one being, and stay away from Micolash's vibes long enough of course.

- Mergo's physical body failed to form and instead was completely stuck with mother's womb as result of lacking traction of Blood Echoes within mankind as 'superior' creature is created atop energies of many 'lesser' ones, hence why later Queens consumed Blood Dregs in order to get pregnant with a Great One. Same thing happened when Ebrietas was conceived as first star child, except her mother did not believe in her ability to protect her forever and sacrificed herself, asking close person to kill her and surgically remove baby Ebrietas from her.

- Star children are bastards gifted by Great Ones to humans (albeit with an insidious motive beneath), but blood children are artificially conceived within unholy Pthumerian rituals. It does not matter who takes the place of the King, because it is not King's job to impregnate, however King figure gets used as final sacrifice for blood child to be born. Annalise was pregnant with one but her child was aborted and now its cord is in Abandoned Workshop.

- Miscarriage/abortion of a Great One infant causes facial abnormalies as expression of this grief, hence why Moon Precense has distorted face and why Annalise has to wear helmet. Wet Nurse is missing her face as well! Mergo does count as already born for beforementioned reasons though, and OoK was born too.

- Amygdalae are children of blood like how Ebrietas is a child of stars, however, a child of stars can become 'fallen' and turn into an Amygdala later. Amygdalae with fully seen yellow eyes had fallen but those with no eyes seen were born as children of blood from the start. As you can see, turning evil is way more frequient option, Ebrietas is an anomaly with how long she lasts.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Albedo. I just rolled him and finished his quest.

I would love to talk about travelling with him, or at least being someone who brings in the ingredients for alchemy. Someone who goes out of their way for him and gets the best. Maybe the only gardener in Mondstadt to grow alchemical roots and grasses.

I'm happy for you, rolling the cute alchemy boyo ywy I only rolled in his banner to get Bennett in five rolls I'm sorry Albedo, my primogems are for Xiao and Hu Tao- *shot*

Back to business! I really, really like this cute idea awww thank you for distracting from the angst fics in my head haha (TUMBLR DIDN’T SAVE IT PROPERLY AND SO THE POST IS HORRIBLY SHORT WAIT- FIXED IT WOOHOO)

Albedo's Personal Botanist

Background

Most ingredients in alchemy usually come from ores and liquid ingredients formed by chemistry methods. Stuff like Tuttia, Bismuth, all that shindigs-

So while plant life can be useful for alchemy, not everyone recognizes its utility straight away, and provide for the common plants for arrangements rather than scientific inventory

I can imagine that you'd be a normal gardener at first but very passionate of their properties.

Might be a Dendro vision wielder too, the Dendro archon loves those who wield the power of knowledge, more so when they use it on nature.

You carry with you a lil book about all the plants and shrubs that you've personally cared for, down to their finest detail and properties. But you're a gardener, not a master of Alchemy, so some parts of the notes you couldn't really figure out yourself.

The first time you met Albedo, he was around a year into staying in Mondstadt. He was forced to go out and take a breather because of his workaholic schedule, and instead of relaxing in a bath, he ended up drifting to the market area to get more ingredients local to Mond.

Unlike the other flower stalls, he was pulled into yours because of the wide variety of your wares. Roots, grasses, shoots, plants you couldn't just find outside of the walls.

You were tending to your mini greenhouse in the back and left your botania book on the shelf outside, and this LIL SHI- Albedo, having no proper training for social interactions, straight up just opened that shit and read it all.

"Oh, hello there, mister- HEY, THAT'S MY STUFF, WHAT THE HECK"

Flustered, confused and alarmed, Albedo tried his best to quickly reason with your garden-spade-wielding self. And with his pretty boy self, you managed to calm down and listen.

You may or may not had smacked him with a bouquet of horsetail for good measure.

"Such vast knowledge and detail orientation, why waste away your talents in selling productive fauna when you can wield them into something more?"

Master Phytologist of the Knights of Favonius acquired!

Working with Albedo!

Your greenhouse in the Knight of Favonius HQ is most definitely connected to Albedo's laboratory! And very spacious too.

More than one occasion, you've seen the Chief Alchemist casually sneaking around the area, plucking a Flaming Flower or scraping dandelion seeds from the pot while you were busy tending to other flowers on the other side of your area.

65% of the time you caught him red-handed and you will be met with the rare sight of a fumbling, queasy Albedo.

30% of the time you just find out something is missing after checking inventory for the day, usually ends up with you hunting and shouting for Albedo. Because the guy seem to have a sixth sense as to when you find out his thieving adventures.

5% of all of that, Kaeya would be the one stealing from your 'safer' floras to woo a random citizen in Mond. And as a master of botany, your precious babies are always in tip top shape. Top quality bouquets all day, all night.

Those moments are the ones Albedo hate more than getting smacked with your spade. Those are your flowers, and by association, his. Grown to their maximum potential by your calloused yet gentle hands FOR HIM-

Kaeya: *reaching out to pluck a perfectly healthy glaze lily*; Albedo: *his short ass of a shadow looming over him*

NOW IT IS HIM WHO WIELDS THE POWER OF THE GARDEN SPADE

The atmosphere of your work area is significantly different from his own messy laboratory. The glass walls and roof that lets in just the right amount of sunlight, with a perfect view of the scenic landscape of Mondstadt and beyond.

When Albedo reaches a wall on his research, he picks up his sketchbook and just- waltz in to your workshop through the door connecting your workspaces.

The fresh air, the soft kiss of the sun, your humming, it was all a symphony of heaven concocted just for him.

He’ll find himself sketching your babies, dozen or more times you are included.

Your notebook’s illustrations are mostly courtesy of him, and he greatly basks in your pure admiration of his drawing.

To help him focus, you once took on the great task of organizing his laboratory, to no avail. Even if you manage to fix and align his inventory, it’s gonna go back to chaos after three days minimum.

It’s okay tho, it’s normal for him, more excuse to visit you-

Guilty, he wants your spacious and refreshing greenhouse and often asks for a redesign of his laboratory to share similar workspace with you.

Acting Grand Master Jean had to decline this idea just because it costs more than a million mora.

He’s definitely gonna sulk in your greenhouse after that, back leaning on the warm glass wall as he does nothing but sketch you and your plants the whole day.

Don’t stop him

Just admire the pout

Actually Working with Albedo! (Finally)

Whenever Albedo discovers/explores a new area, you’re always sure to tag along whether willingly or by force

YOU BET YOUR FROZEN ASS YOU’RE COMING WITH HIM TO DRAGONSPINE

DEFINITELY BY FORCE

I imagine that despite being his assistant/student, Sucrose and Timaeus are more focused on research and the application of Alchemy, so they’re not much of the resource gathering type. That said, Albedo is very thankful of your existence, it’s a breather to his already full schedule.

Albedo is both considerate and inconsiderate unconsciously : While he may run off to experiment on the traveler and leave you scouting the area yourself, he doesn’t willingly set you on fire from the inside.

Every time he comes back to camp after finishing the step by step experiment with/on the Traveler, he makes sure to check up on how you are doing.

TAKE NOTE: Our prince is very occupied and busy with his own work a lot, so he’s never really seen you in action when you go out to get the the materials he needs-

So he is purely horrified when he saw you hanging off the cliff with nothing but a rope around you to keep you safe, carefully investigating a petrified tree branch up close.

Suddenly, elevator.

Again, Imma bet, he’s gonna be accompanying you in all your expeditions after that. He’ll need to know where and how you acquire every ingredient outside of your greenhouse.

Does it require you to climb a mountain? Are there any Hilichurl camps nearby? Maybe mobs that are attracted to that type of flower?

He would be very attentive of your inventory reports and would recognize if a dangerous gathering journey is near. He’ll be right there with you.

Violetgrass x1000

He’s gathering more than a month’s worth just to make sure you don’t go back to make that dangerous trip. It’s very impractical, but let him rest his heart.

You and Albedo: Resource Gathering Expedition; Other Knights: Outdoor Dates Disguised as Work-Related Outings

Flower crowns are good and all but have you heard of flower bracelets?

Omg so cute hhh imagine a Flaming Flower Stamen bracelet for his Dragonspine expedition- it’s not gonna last forever but it’s so precious he’s definitely keeping that shit even when the heat already dissipated from it gah-

“Paimon wonders, what’s that thing around your wrist?”

“A flame bracelet, made to keep the cold away.”

“Woah! Sounds very useful! Sure would be handy for exploring, you think we can borrow it-”

“No.”

Something angst-y: Albedo has yet to make a Dendro affinity potion and he’s really, really devastated about it and himself. You’ll have to forcibly pull him out of his self-deprecation, force him to get a breather.

Overall, Albedo greatly appreciates not only your utility but also your consistent company. He values your tenacity and comfort, sharing unadulterated curiousity as you both venture the great unknown. There’s a lot of stuff he can pray about to thank whichever archon has graced you. And despite his Vision lacking the function to actually help in the advancement of his research, he is now thankful for it, for he has found with it a greater purpose: Ensuring the safety of his precious Gardenia.

I CANT BELIEVE IT, THIS THING WAS 30 TIMES LONGER BUT TUMBLR DIDN’T SAVE THE DRAFT PROPERLY AND HAD TO GET EVERYTHING BACK THROUGH MEMORY, AND MY MEMORY IS B A D. I’M SORRY I KNOW YOU JUST WANTED TO TALK BUT IT ENDED UP BEING SUPER LONG AND LOOKS LIKE A HEADCANON THAN ANYTHING, MY FORMATTING IS REALLY LIKE THIS AAAAAAAA- I hope you enjoy ywy I like your brain, it brings good ideas and gives me good ideas too!

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Hi again! Can I ask for some spicy Yandere Demon!America with a Tainted Angel!Darling where he finally breaks down her resistance enough to seduce her into his bed?

Y/N had been hunted by Demon America for awhile now. She didn’t understand why that demon had the hots for her. She looked and behaved like any standard Angel in her rank. But for some reason he always came looking for her when she had a mission to complete in the human world.

“Y/N can’t you just ditch your duties for once and come with me I found this awesome food place that I’d think you’d like.”

“Beings like us don’t need to eat if we do it’s purely because we’re bored or curious. Regardless the answer is ‘no’. Now can you please leave? I have some work to get done.” As you were concentrating on healing the flowers and fauna that were decaying due to some of the human involvement in the land.

Alfred roles his eyes. Indignant that you found small lower creatures to be of a higher importance than him.

Things had continued like this for a few years of Alfred inviting her to ditch her duties slow progressing her in to manipulating her into abandoning her duties as an Angel.

At first it started off with one assignment.

“Y/N what happened you were supposed to save those puppies with ease!? What on earth happened?”

An elder Angel will scold you on slacking off on your duties .

“Nothing I just got distracted is all it won’t happen again.” You say not knowing if that was a lie or not. Your heart was racing at the thought of running into the demon whom had caught your interest but you kind of wanted to keep your distance away from at the same time.

You were on another simple mission to save an elderly lady from being hit and killed by a drunk driver. To no avail. You fail yet again because that demon had captured your attention with few new things he showed you : board games and sweets two things that humans would pair together often when they wanted to have fun on their days off.

When you had failed to save the woman’s life you were ex communicated from heaven altogether.

“You have failed as Angel for the last time y/n and we’ve ended your time as an Angel in heaven. Enjoy being a fallen Angel.”

You’re ejected from heaven disgracefully wings singed, white tunic burned, and halo turned to dust.

You no longer were an Angel. But a fallen on with one direction. Of course America will take full advantage of your sad state. Abandoned by heaven for not fulfilling your duties as an Angel.

“Well now that you don’t have an actual place to live. Why don’t you come back with me? I have a larger bed we can share and……” before he can continue you immediately try to dismiss him saying something to the effect that you can survive on your own in the human world without his help. But once he brings up game night with sweets and booze involved your down to join him in hell without much hesitation.

❤️‍🔥It takes Demon America a couple of weeks to break you down to get him into bed with him but he finally manages it when he talks about the inevitably of it all when you failed a great deal of your duties as an Angel.

❤️‍🔥Knowing full well he has you in a vulnerable spot he will hold you close and caress your trembling body. You’ll be a hot mess tears, snot, sweat the while nine yards of ugly crying. Once’s you’ve calmed down enough for him to take you to his bedroom your still going to be in an emotionally tender place where he will use that to his advantage. It will start off sweet.

“Y/N it’s okay let it out. Things like this happen all the time.” He will hand you a handkerchief for you to blow your nose and wipe you tears all the while he has his hands up your shirt and kissing your neck. Your mind isn’t able to register what’s going on Intuit your in too deep and generally don’t seem to care since you already lost your status as an Angel.

“Alfred what are you doing?” Trying not to give into the burning urges that we’re building upside you since he started to feel you up.

“What you’ve always wanted to and now that your a fallen Angel there really shouldn’t be a problem.” He states as he gently places his lips on yours in a drawn out kiss that renders you speechless. The only thing you could really do was stare into his red eyes and wonder if your shouldn’t have befriended him in the first place.

“Oh don’t give me that look y/n it was bound to happen it like you weren’t happy being an Angel anyways.”

As you tremble in his arms you consider his words and they replay over and over and over. With your insecurities …

‘Have I ever been a good Angel?’

‘Has any of my work actually mattered?’

‘Did I even-…’ before you could spiral down anymore Alfred untrusted your thoughts with more kissing down on your bow uncovered breasts and body.

‘When did-…’

“Oh y/n relax there is nothing wrong with being a fallen Angel. Especially when you’re this beautiful.”

He says as he has you straddled in your weakens form. He has your smaller body slightly suspended in his strong arms and your calf’s resting on his shoulders as he enters you harshly.

“Ahh!” You squeek. He gave you no time to prepare your emotions or body for him.

“You should have known all this time it was ruse for me to get you to be here with me.” He says as he continues to thrust in and out of you. He pants more and runs his hands though your silky (h/c), (h/l).

Things continue on this way for awhile until he grabs both of your thighs and revs himself up for the finale. And he forces himself into you harshly as far as your body could allow and releases himself in you.

You let out a loud and somewhat pleasurable yell. It still didn’t take away the fact that he did this all unprompted so you weren’t able to enjoy yourself as much physically or emotionally.

“I.. Alfred …”

“You love me I know.” He will say with confidence that he isn’t wrong in the slightest.