#Goddess Ishmael

[sjbattleangel]

(Sorry I had to shorten some quotes)

From: Anna Karenina-Leo Tolstoy A Tale Of Two Cities-Charles Dickens Moby Dick-Herman Melville Pride & Prejudice-Jane Austen War Of The Worlds-H.G. Wells The Iliad-Homer The Great Gatsby-F. Scott Fritzgerald The Adventures Of Tom Sawyer-Mark Twain The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn-Mark Twain The Divine Comedy-Dante Alighieri Romeo & Juliet-William Shakespeare My Immortal-Tara Gilesbie

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Thank you everyone for making this happen! Now, without further ado, the match-ups for Round 1!!!

Round 1

"I've been waiting for this!" - Akihiko Sanada, Persona 3 / "You're just a corpse who doesn't know he's dead" - Valter, Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones

"Are you going to be our goddess of victory… or our angel of death? Doesn't sound too bad to bet my life on that." - Keiji Shinogi, Your Turn To Die: Death Game by Majority / "Don't fuck with a witch!" - Bayonetta, Bayonetta

"Teammates!? Friends!? To hell with that! Why am I inferior to you!? I was extremely particular about my life, my grades, my public image! So someone would want me around! I am an ace detective! A celebrity! But you… You're just some criminal trash living in an attic!? So how!? How does someone like you have things I don't!? How can such a worthless piece of trash be more special than me!?" - Goro Akechi, Persona 5 / "I was just gunna ask you to sell a gun to this child." - Starlo, Undertale Yellow

"I want you to live." - Charlotte Wiltshire, Hello Charlotte Series / "Your hair… sunset colored. I like it." - Queequeg, Limbus Company

"The hope to end pointless conflict… The hope to tell your daughter how much you care… It is our mission as apothecaries to ensure that everyone lives long enough for their hopes to become reality. Even if it costs us our own lives." - Castti Florenz, Octopath Traveler II / "Game is clear when 2 zombies hold hands!!" - "How to Play" Narrator, Loving Deads: The House of the Dead EX

"Thanks to you, I am saddled with unnecessary… feelings" - Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "I am so fucking normal right now" - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium

“SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS GOING TO HAPPEN” - Harry du Bois (in the form as a potential mural painting), Disco Elysium / "You pull out your cellphone and access your old Tumblr. You have ten, but you specifically access the Garfield one." - Narrator, Monster Prom

"… Nice meeting you again, you FUCKING WHALE!" - Ishmael, Limbus Company / "My guess is no one's ever loved you before" - Woody, Kingdom Hearts 3

"Take care, [player]. I was lucky to have known you. Though the parting hurts... the rest is in your hands!" - Grovyle, Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky / "Far out, man." - Netzach, Limbus Company

"I'll be back once I eliminate that devil called poverty from the world!" - Partitio Yellowil, Octopath Traveler II / "Elder gods from the whole cosmos have awoken to taste your cookies." - Narrator, Cookie Clicker

"Hello! This is the part where I kill you!" - Wheatley, Portal 2 / "Now we come to the question : Do I kill you? Do I tear you apart to my heart's delight? The choices of the beautiful are unbearable. How's a girl to choose?" - Alice Angel, Bendy and the Ink Machine

"I am Ferdinand von Aegir" - Ferdinand von Aegir, Fire Emblem: Three Houses / "Her metabolic processes are of interest only to historians." - Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney: Trials and Tribulations

"It ain't a matter of guys or chicks... I'm just scared shitless of being rejected" - Kanji Tatsumi, Persona 4 / "...also Stanley is addicted to drugs and hookers" - Narrator, The Stanley Parable

“You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?” - Happy Mask Salesman, Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask / "I have no idea what to do with my life, but that's okay! Because I'm still working hard! Even if it's on nothing at all!" - Papyrus, Undertale

"Despite everything, its still you." - Narrator/Chara/Frisk???, Undertale / "In this world, it's kill or be killed." - Flowey, Undertale

“Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves…” - Voices of the Paranoid, Slay the Princess / "In the quiet glade, across old bark. In the ancient glade, it's always dark." - Gabbro, Outer Wilds

"You take away all their sins, and people aren't people anymore!" - Rokurou Rangetsu, Tales of Berseria / "Do you even get how it feels to have nightmares about doing tango with raw chickens? Eh?" - Heathcliff, Limbus Company

"Life is worth living, even if it hurts you, even if you hurt in it." - Solid Snake, Metal Gear Solid / "I often think about the god who blessed us with this cryptic puzzle... and wonder if we'll ever get the chance to kill him." - 2B, Nier: Automata

“Oh? Is that how it is? Yeah, okay, I like you too. Neat! Still going to kill you, but now we can both enjoy a mutual romantic subtext to the murder.” - The Razor, Slay the Princess / "Now it’s Reyn Time!" - Reyn, Xenoblade Chronicles

"You lost the coin toss. We both did." - Catherine Chun, SOMA / "I like to drink blood. . . and smoke the weed!" - Dracula, Space Funeral

"Pick a god and pray!" - Frederick, Fire Emblem: Awakening / "Can you believe it? Dragons! In your own homeland! What are you going to do?" - Florentia Candidius, Elder Scrolls Online

""Did you get the Broom Closet Ending?! The Broom Closet Ending was my favourite!" ...I hope your friends find this concerning." - Narrator, The Stanley Parable / "It’s dangerous to go alone, take this!" - Old Man, Legend of Zelda

“Close your eyes for a sec, will you Chigasaki?” “You mean physically? Or to the criminal acts I’m pretty sure you’re about to commit?” “Both.” - Chikage Utsuki & Itaru Chigasaki, A3! Act! Addict! Actors! / "You are all about to perish, do as you please. I'm sorry." - Meta Knight, Kirby Super Star

"Boy" - Kratos, God of War / "Take care of yourself, kid, cause someone really cares about you." - Sans, Undertale

"Almost Christmas means it wasn't Christmas!" - Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "Dios mío!” (Draw a cross.) “A LIBERAL!" - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium

"That's it. I'm not paying one cent of my taxes!" - Ema Skye, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / ""Trust your partner"... And I do. I can't forgive you, but I trust you." - Neku Sakuraba, The World Ends With You/Subarashiki Kono Sekai

"Hey, you. You’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." - Ralof, Skyrim / *clap ... clap ... clap ... * "Oh good, my slow clap processor made it into this thing, so at least we have that" - GLaDOS, Portal 2

"hallOO. chikkEN. OKs?" - BOb, Slime Rancher / "Pretty good plan. You could say it was the greatest—" - Charles Calvin, The Henry Stickmin Collection

"Blood comes in four types: A, B, O, and AB. However! No blood test can determine whether a murder was committed… in cold blood!" - Phoenix Wright, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / "You ain't my partner anymore, man. You're my friend! So trus' that, yo!" - Beat (Daisukenojo "Beat" Bito), The World Ends With You/Subarashiki Kono Sekai

"I always come back." - William Afton, FNaF Pizzeria Simulator / "So -- as you can see, I'm a *pretty okay* detective -- and an absolutely GIANT COMMUNIST." - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium

"Ears have a nice mouth feel, very chewy!" - Briar, League of Legends / "This is like taking candy from a baby, which is fine by me." - Shadow the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog (2005)

"It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... On days like this, kids like you... Should be burning in hell." - Sans, Undertale / "In the dark times, should the stars also go out?" - Steban, the Student Communist, Disco Elysium

“We are a path in the woods. We have no beginning, and we have no end, but something cold and unnatural sits watching us from just beyond our edge.” - The Wild, Slay the Princess / "Strong Pokémon. Weak Pokémon. That is only the selfish perception of people. Truly skilled Trainers should try to win with the Pokémon they love best." - Karen (Elite Four), Pokemon HeartGold / SoulSilver

[156shadesofscarlet]

“I AM rising, the Rubeus Mater

Clothed in the robes of the Red Sun

Who is the Mekubal

And the High Priest of my Mysteries.

I AM rising, The Daath Eater,

Crowned with the constellations

Of the ancient ones whom I had birthed into existence

And into the minds of humanity.

Bow down to me, for I AM The Regal Lady

The Red Queen of Babylon

Who has become the ladder for your soul,

To climb within me, up the stairway to Anu,

For I AM the giver of your benediction.

I AM the anointing one

And the eight pointed star is mine!

I have manifested to set you free

And show you the doorway to salvation

Through the gateway to wisdom

That is the lining of my womb

And the cross of my son that blocks the path

For the dark ones to enter.

Look through the red veils of Venus

For there shall you see the Rose Dawn

Waiting to multiply within your very blood.

It is there, within the Rose Dawn, that the crown exists

For those who speak my beloved’s name with respect on their tongues.

Mighty am I for it is might that empowers you

And it is my eye that sees you through the pains

And the joys of your subsistence.

It is my sacrifice to walk among you

The Fallen Star, The Sacred Star

Who had descended since the beginning

And who shall be here until the end.

In my Cup of Alchemy the Father dwells

Sitting in waiting to project his son

Through the 888.

But first comes the Mother

Who is The Goddess Manifested

And the producer of Holy Oil

For the seven Lamp-stands that I reside upon

Igniting them with the power of my love.

Come to me, my children;

Suckle at my breasts.

They are two full moons

That embrace the Earth.

My manna is bitter-sweet and fulfilling

And is the nectar of the gods.

Come to me, come,

Let me salvage the goodness in you

And transform you back into Angels

For I AM the Way and the Life

And I AM the doorway out of the Karmic Wheel.

But if you sip from my bosom

And take into you my life giving ambrosia

You must make an oath to me to break yourselves free

From the chains that bind you

That are the shackles of the material world

That has now been polluted by Choronzon.

The Gates of Eanna are open

And through them is flooding the essence of Eros

Who is the manifestation of the Rose.

The Star of Hope is open!

That is my sigil and my gift to you

To escape the abyss from where you have

Descended to in your forgetfulness

Of me.

Wear it as a shield against the dark ones,

Pray to it to open its secrets and step inside

And feel the Glory of Sanctity!

Now I shall tell you what shall be

Listen to ME!

I call to the Seraphim to awaken!

Those who have been planted in the soil of Malkuth!

I call my loyal Igigi

To open their eyes and WATCH!

I call to the Masters of the Poles

Who circle the heavens

To open the celestial gates!

For now I rise from the dungeons of

The self appointed holy men

Who soon shall be cut off from the Godhead!

I bring into me all the powers of heaven

And all the powers of Earth

And all the powers of the underworld

To gain control once again over materiality!

And I ascend to retrieve my chariot of fire

Pulled by the gods who adore me,

Proclaiming:

“OPEN, BABALON!

SET YOUR BELOVED SON FREE!

MAKE LOVE WITH THE CHOSEN GROOM

THE HERO OF THE GODS!

LIBERATE YOUR POWER

AND BRING FORTH THE TETRACTYS OATH

TO STIR THE ANCIENT GREEK MASTERS

AND RETURN THEM TO THEIR STATIONS!

CECROPS! LOYAL SERPENT AND RIGHTFUL KING!

TURN YOUR TAIL TO THE EAST AND AWAKEN

THE RESURRECTOR OF LIGHT!

FOR HIS TIME IS COMING

AND HIS ARMY IS READY TO BE REUNITED! ”

You are sanctified in the name of ISHTAR!

You are sanctified in the name of INANNA!

You are sanctified in the name of ASTARTE!

You are sanctified in the name of APHRODITE!

You are sanctified in the name of NANAEA!

Now ascend within the Sephiroth of my Tree

That is rooted in the Garden of Venus!

I shall grant you your wish, Mishael-Ishmael

Yehvah Shefa!

Man of my mind and god of my soul.

But first you must open your heart to me

And let me live inside of you completely

So that I who dwell within you who is the Shekinah

Shall be clothed by your very skin.

These words are just for you;

You are the catalyst of my Great Work;

Place your sword within the moist Rose

And commit your seed to me

To mingle with the red water of life

And you will know true godhood and power.”

[grandhotelabyss]

What are some of your favorite pieces of extensive criticism focused on a single author? For example, Frye on Blake or Steiner on Tolstoy/Dostoevsky

Good question! That's a hard genre to do well, because it can get repetitive and tedious. (That kind of book is positively discouraged in academia.) And some of the ones I'll list as my favorites I've consulted more as anthologies, turning to essays on particular works over the years rather than reading them straight through. The two you mention are definitely favorites, though, and don't succumb that pitfall. I would also put Milton's God by William Empson and Call Me Ishmael by Charles Olson in that category. Other favorites include Re: Joyce by Anthony Burgess, S/Z by Roland Barthes, The Magician's Doubts: Nabokov and the Risks of Fiction by Michael Wood, Shakespeare and the Goddess of Complete Being by Ted Hughes, Jane Austen by Tony Tanner, My Emily Dickinson by Susan Howe, Greek Mind, Jewish Soul: The Conflicted Art of Cynthia Ozick by Victor Strandberg, Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human by Harold Bloom, Becoming Faulkner by Philip Weinstein, Hemingway: So Far from Simple by Donald Bouchard, Portrait of a Novel: Henry James and the Making of an American Masterpiece by Michael Gorra...probably something obvious I'm forgetting.

[madamlaydebug]

!! ️SCHOOL WILL NEVER TEACH YOU THIS👇🏿

|| THE AFRICAN ORIGIN OF THE NAME ISRAEL ||

The teachings of Bundu Dia Kongo.

Ne MUANDA NSEMI teaches the Makesa mu Nzila Kongo: the mystery of the name, because the name is the carrier of evil and beneficial influences to the one who bears it.

The name is also linked to a person's state of being.

Como example: with Zulu Makeba, with MBEMBA ZULU, with NKEMBO WA MONESUA, with NSANSUKULU A KANDA, YAYA VITA KIMPA, MFUMU KIMBANGU, with MUANDA NSEMI, NAVITA NGOLO, MFUKA FUAKAKA MUZEMBA etc.

Ne MUANDA NSEMI also teaches Makesa mu Nzila Kongo that speaking French, English is not synonymous with being intellectual.

Africans have become, complexly, foreign languages fanatics. Africans believe that giving a French, English or Hebrew name would have more meaning than in their mother tongue.

Example:

-that one called PEDRO thinks it's better to be called a stone than to be called TADI in his mother tongue which is KIKONGO.

- whoever is called ELOHIM believes this designation is divine in origin, but refuses to be called ELIMA in their language, while ELOHIM= ELIMA in Kikongo.

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Ne MUANDA NSEMI teaches the Makesa mu Nzila Kongo that the word KELIMA means a Messenger God, a Genius, an Angel. When the letter 'K' falls, KELIMA becomes ELIMA, in the plural BIKELIMA: the flashing, the SEZIMA, the SELIMA.

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Elima word expansion, adding letters. Oh give the words Elohima Elohim in Hebrews

Eli, El, stands for ELIMA, Kelima.

Give names like: EL Fatah, EL Chadai, ELION.

The abbreviation " EL " is also in the name of God, Archangels, Prophets in the Hebrew language as: Deus Yave Israel. Archangel Michael, Michël, Raphael, and other names such as: Ishmael, Samuël, Daniël, Emmanuel, Ezequiël...

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Kelima, Elima is synonymous with God of Simbi, Nomo, a messenger God, a Genius of Nature, an Angel, a Radiant of Light.

No more no less On the cross Jesus shouted Elima (=Eli), Elima (=Éli), why have you forsaken me?

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A Kelima, an Elima is a Great Mulimu, a Great Spirit of Nature: Each Elima has its own name:

And HOGU BATALA, OUR KAMBISI, KOLOKOSO, OUR KINZOLA, OLONGO, OUR MANDOMBE KALI, LUEZI (LUEJI, LUEJ, RUEJ) , RA, ISISI, MANATA LUDI etc.. These are some famous Elima from Egyptian BUKONGO.

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Isis stands for Isisi: a goddess (an Elima) of Ancient Egypt.

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Ra is a male Elima (+), isisi a female (-).

IS, RA, EL giving Israel. It is the fusion of positive (Ra) and negative (isisi), the union of man and woman gives an androgynous Elima (EL), both male and female. An equal Elima is called Mahungu, Malunga, Ilunga, Complete Being, made in the image of the Great God KONGO KALUNGA.

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The holy book of Kongo (MAKONGO) religion teaches that Kana was the land of High Priest MELCHISEDEK.

Mukana verb means Nkua Vema, an enthusiastic, a passionate, a jealous, a fanatic.

Kikana is fanaticism: Bakana ba Nzambi are fanatic of God, KANA, KANANA country.

Originally Kana and Madian were inhabited by blacks

Midian was inhabited by the High Priest, Gestro (Yetelo), this High Priest of Bukongo teaches Moses to contact the Angel of the people of Israel who is the God of Israel.

Kana was inhabited by High Priest Melchisedek, this High Priest of Bukongo teaching Hibrahim, Abraham to enter into communion with God of Israel.

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In kikongo language the sun is called Ntangu lowa the Great Nabi Kongo say the heart of the sun is called KISEDEKI.

-so MAMBU MELE KISEDEKI i mean problems went to the heart of the sun. The word MELE is a Kikongo verb form from the verb KUENDA which means to go.

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In Bukongo, a Great Nabi Kongo that serves as a transmission channel between the Assemblies of God (Temple) and the Heart of the Sun, bears the grand opening title of Ne MELE KISEDEKI.

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The bible says Melchisedik king of Salem brought bread and wine. He was a sacrifice of a very high God. He bless Abraham by the most high God

Ibrahim (Abraham) gave Dime to Mechisedek (Genesis 14: 18-20)

So here is Abraham, the first prophet of God of Israel) who is blessed by a High Priest black a Great Nabi Kongo, Ne MELE KISEKEDI.

Abraham father of the faith of the white Hebrews pay Dime to the Priest of the Most High God Ne MELE KISEDEKI King and Priest of KANA we will distort in Kanan Canaan because of their variants Kanana.

- Thus Abraham (Ibrahim) imitating copying the language of the people of Kana (THE BAKONGO) and distorting the graft in the Hebrew language, these words distort the source in Kikongo

- in Kikongo language

Excerpt from the book The Mysteries of KIKONGO

Written by NE MUANDA NSEMI Nlongi' to KONGO.

Kinshasa on 22-11-1995

[applepies-and-starlight]

hi, hello, you mentioned you have ocs and i would like to learn abt them if thats ok, could i get some fun facts abt them?

Y'know, I was planning to make a list of OCs anyway so this is a good excuse to do that

Gonna giving their names and fandoms with a couple of facts under cut (i feel like this might get long Very quick)

(Mid-edit Apple: minor Canto VI spoilers, nothing really story-related but I do use terms mentioned in 6.3 in passing; better safe than sorry tho)

Tamami Mochizuki (Persona Series)

As her last name implies, she's related to Nyx

She's my watsonian/in-universe explanation to where the rest of the arcana shadows are

Her persona variant is Akhlys; heavily based off Riordan's interpretation of her, meaning she can control poison

Her appearances changes a lot more than her brother's since the collective idea of suffering/misery changes over the ages while death stays stagnant (I've been considering making her look gyaru since that seems to be associated with japanese mean girl tropes)

Ena Kutsuki (Persona Series)

Initially, her name was Era, but I changed it somewhere down the line (did you know that the name 'Ena' has japanese origins too?)

Demigod of order; got a certain cup's magic handed to her after Striker's AI takeover attempt

Her bones are fucked up because of said magic (her spine can literally burst out of her back and turn into extra arms doc ock style)

She is being rizzed up by the goddess of misery and neither are aware they're in the slowburn plot and mutually believe they are friends (both of their friend groups can see how lovesick they are)

Cai An-Yue (ProjMoon; Lobcorp)

She's named after me! (My chinese name is Cai An Yu)

She has stolen her world's Library and made it her own

I'm considering classifying her as some flavor of Erlking because she's been fucking around the timelines and superimposing herself on various people and/or corpses

Transfem, any pronouns; ENA Dream BBQ is her voiceclaim (both voices)

Unit O-1 // Cordelle (Smash Bros/Kirby)

Their favorite attack is F-smash; their second favorite is Side-B (hammer flip)

They have a weird relationship with their creator (Octave), since they were initially made as a murder protocol and ended up accidentally developing a personality along the way; by the time the incident cleared out their creator went "wait, shit, I didn't expect that to happen I'm not ready to be a mom–"

They're on good terms for the situation they're in though

Their original name was Ocean before i changed it to Cordelle (Ocean started to sound less like a word the more i said it)

Whaleship Essex (Azur Lane)

Heavily inspired by Ishmael from Limbus Company

Very post-adventures 2!Shadow the Hedgehog coded

Feral; very prone to biting people regardless of whether they're friend or foe

(I'll be adding more on another post since someone else asked about her specifically and I'm still figuring out what to say about her)

Galatea "Gamma" Soliel (Miraculous/Genesis)

Ladybug holder; she's in a different timeline where the Miraculous have landed outside of Paris

All of her teammates are idiots and she only Vaguely tolerates the Black Cat because she Knows he's in a perpetual state of "Nagito Komaeda in his bad luck cycle"

Has shanked the Butterfly once; the Butterfly keeps trying to do homoerotic swordfights with her (they're similar in age)

May or may not be inspired by Mitsuru Kirijo from Persona 3, I can't tell you because if she was then it was likely subconscious

[givethetwinkaflamethrower]

Review of Monarch Lore + Musing on Pygmalion

Come Back Home Concept Film

Human world ruled by monarchs

Monarchs were jealous of Helios (I think the translation is supposed to be Helios was jealous of the monarchs but the English v/o says it this way)

Ppl worship monarchs instead of Helios

Helios threatens to take away the sun

The humans sacrifice the monarchs to Helios

Helios exiled the monarchs and their servants

Helios makes them vampires

Monarchs only drink from evildoers, continue to protect humans

Cursed servants bitter about their curse/humans betraying them, so they massacre any humans they find

Servants worship moon and wait for child to be born on day of eclipse

Use child for ceremony to bring eternal night

Child is born

War between monarchs and servants to protect child lasts 10 yrs

In final battle, monarchs win

When killing last leader of the servants, he tells monarchs “when red moon comes back, i will too for the kid”

Then night sky turned red

TBONTB Story Film #1

Souls of defeated servants sealed inside necklace

Monarchs realize that as long as they exist together, humans could “never escape the bridle of pain”

“Call Us Ishmael”* monarchs also put their souls in the necklace

* = in Islamic theology, Ishmael (among being a prophet and patriarch) is the son of Ibrahim (Abraham) who Ibrahim almost sacrifices to show his devotion to God--only stopping when God tells him that he's shown his devotion to God.

monarchs consider their sacrifice a sign of devotion to humans?

TBONTB Story Film #2

Helios grieves Phaethon

Helios turns grief to anger, directs anger toward monarchs

Helios takes away monarch’s powers, imprisoned them in shattered remains of sun chariot*, puts them in endless slumber

Only way to escape is to get blood of prophetic child’s descendants

Hundreds of years pass

* = In Greek mythology, Phaethon dies after attempting to control his father Helios's sun chariot. After many complaints "from the stars in the sky to the earth itself," Zeus strikes Phaethon down with a lightning bolt and his corpse falls back to earth.

Pygmalion

In the Roman poet Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Pygmalion is a sculptor who, upon finding faults with human women, sculpts an ivory woman so perfect he falls in love with it. After treating the statue like a romantic partner (kissing it, buying it gifts, making a bed for it), Pygmalion makes offerings to Aphrodite’s altar on the goddess’s festival day. He wishes for a bride who would be “the living likeness” of his ivory statue. He returns home, kisses the statue once–finds the lips warm–twice–the ivory is no longer hard. Pygmalion ends up marrying the statue-turned-woman, and they have at least one child. 

Logo motion shows ivory background turning to black

Suggests corruption? Or perhaps a dark side? Perhaps the monochrome palette, like the yin and yang of Chinese philosophy, represents the balance of natural dualities (e.g. winter vs summer, disorder vs order)

Track list

Intro: Lethe

In Greek mythology, Lethe is one of the rivers in the underworld. Whoever drinks of the river “experiences complete forgetfulness”

According to Ovid, the Lethe flows through the cave of the Greek god of sleep, Hypnos, and the river’s murmuring “induces drowsiness”

Connection to monarchs’ endless slumber?

Erase Me (title track)

Unforgettable

Counter-track to first two tracks?

Echo

Lyrical and compositional contributions by Leedo woop woop

In Greek mythology, Echo is a mountain nymph. The king of the gods, Zeus, often visits nymphs on Earth, and Hera, his wife, becomes suspicious of these visits and sneaks to Earth to attempt to catch Zeus with the nymphs. Zeus orders Echo to protect him from his wife, so she endures Hera’s rage and Hera curses her to “only be able to speak the last words spoken to her”. 

In Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Echo, after being cursed, spots a man hunting deer with his friends. Echo falls in love with the man, Narcissus, at first sight and follows him. Narcissus becomes separated from his friends. He calls out, “is anybody there?” and Echo repeats his words back to him. He calls out “come here” and once again, Echo repeats his words back to him. Given that nobody has come out of their hiding spot so Narcissus can see them, Narcissus believes the person he’s talking to is running away from him. He yells, “this way, we must come together!”--which has Echo, believing his words to be a confession of reciprocal love, say “we must come together!” Echo runs out to Narcissus and attempts to embrace him, but he scorns her and she runs away humiliated. Despite the rejection, Echo only continues to love Narcissus more and more. Narcissus falls in love with his reflection and wastes away in front of it, and Echo mourns over his body. When Narcissus says his final words, “Oh marvelous boy, I loved you in vain, farewell”, Echo says, “farewell”. Echo herself begins to waste away. Her beauty fades, her skin shrivels, and her bones become stone. All that remains of her is her voice. 

Halley’s Comet

A comet visible from Earth every 75-79 yrs

The only known short-period comet that is regularly visible to the naked eye from Earth

Will next appear in 2061

Miscellaneous

In the track list, Intro: Lethe is superimposed over what appears to be a white statue

In track list, Erase Me has modern theatre masks below the song’s title

In ancient Greek theatre, actors wore masks to more immerse themselves into their characters–since they weren’t showing their face, they could ‘melt’ into the mask’s face and “vanish” into the role

Said masks often wore exaggerated expressions intended to inform audiences about the character’s disposition/characteristics (e.g. social status, sex, etc.)

The masks also allowed actors to portray multiple distinct characters without the audience knowing

As such, masks also aided in transitioning from one character to another

In the track list, Unforgettable has what appears to be a television beneath the title

In the track list, Echo has what appears to be a water ripple beneath the song’s title

In the track list, Halley’s Comet is superimposed over what appears to be flowers

[bntarwarn]

so yeah, i have an interactive story i'm planning to work on this month (after i finished this ongoing fic). about "guy (gender neutral) has to go kill a mermaid for to use as a cure for their family's sickness"

here's some doodle of the protag from said story. just finally getting her design down

more infodump about her + the story i'm planning to make under cut

gonna organize these as bullet points

about the story/setting

planned to be an interactive story with four main endings. a one-shot.

the main story is pretty much "guy (gender neutral) has to go kill a mermaid for to use as a cure for their family's sickness"

set in a universe where mermaids exist, and their meat is believed to grant powers/heal people. so yeah thats why willow has to go out to find a mermaid

there's also this in-universe mythology i crafted specifically for this story. something something mermaids being the ocean goddess' children...

the endings are pretty much "is willow willing to kill the mermaid, or let the mermaid eat her first". also every ending is laced by willow's regrets to some extent. i'd say it's kind of a tragic story overall?

i intend to make this story link into this one OC universe (A Pawn's Creation) i'm working on. the link to that ocverse is probably through references of the goddess mytho, considering how that ocverse is basically built for fucked up god dramas

about willow/the protag

*slaps willows head* this fisher can fit so much repressed desires and regrets in her

the middle child of her family. she currently works as a fisher (a job passed onto her by her parents). her siblings take on other jobs :p

she can also butcher. will need this skill to butcher the mermaid she runs into

morally questionable with morbid tendencies

jokingly named "Ishmael Samsa (Heathcliff)" when i first pitched the idea in my friends discord server.

the type to really long for a life freed from everyone's influence on her

very foggy sense of identity, unsure of what she really wants and jazz. and can be easily-swayed by certain things

"i'm probably nonbinary but i have a job so idrc about that rn"

i might end up rambling more about willow, or like. literally everyone else in the story (like the mermaid willow will run into, the entire mermaid mythos, etc.)

or idk i end up rambling about something else entirely unrelated to willow and the carnivore mermaid corner of this ocverse lol

[penhive]

April 10th 2023

Last night I had a dream of seeing a courier and I looked for it in the dream dictionary and it said that the dream of delivery signifies prosperity and success. It also rained last night as the sound of clashing cymbals on the roof. Thunder was the sound of swine defecating. The earth became a wet vagina. I saw a cherub prancing in the sky and its wings were a playful color of many hues. It was an angelic poem, a finesse of a dancer in rendition. Here the school in I am working as an English teacher belongs to my mother and wife. I am being paid no salary except the allowance to buy fags. I can barely make both ends meet. I have been writing affirmative prayers for winning lotteries but I become sullen when I look at the results. Writing is the only art which gives me immense pleasure. I wonder why God is turning a deaf ear to my prayers. Writing for me is the art of passion, a song of the muse, a poetry of the bird in flight. I have reached 52 years and sad to say, I have no savings. Yet I live by faith knowing that God will provide. I have disowned God many times but he has been generous in forgiving me. God has offered me a prodigal welcome, and idiom which means acceptance with flaws. To sin and make mistakes is being human, but I have God’s magnanimity as forgiveness. My faith has kept my alive and making my life a bouncing reality. I sometimes wonder what I am as a self. I wonder where I am going in the journey of life. Yes, I have wishes, goals, dreams and a reality. Sometimes my relatives look down upon me as the black sheep of the family. I don’t mind as I know fully that God will elevate me at the right time. God is celebrating my life as the last supper.  The Holy Communion is a beautiful epiphany, when Christ said that this is my body and this is my wine and eat it in remembrance of me. The Holy Communion releases the soul of negative energy and makes the mind in affectionate catharsis. The Holy Communion is an art which becomes an experience of being made in the likeness of God. We don’t need to go to church but we can take Holy Communion ourselves and I do it with water and bread. Every day I ask God to help me transcend the novelists, poets and philosophers that I have read and the painters that I have seen. I have an inspiration to paint Jackson Pollock’s abstract drip painting. My experience of art in my school days was a sad and deplorable one. I was caned constantly by my art teacher. It took me years to escape out of this prison. It’s my dream to visit art galleries and write narratives. I long to be the Picasso of the pen. God as the muse is my guiding light. I love the Greek religion where Gods and Goddesses are liberal and permissive. My body is a carnal Epicurean machine where as my soul is divine as for the God of Judaism and Christianity. Meaning is the labyrinth of possession. My wallet is filled with praises and invocations but to this day it is devoid of cash. Yes the Judaist God blessed both Isaac and Ishmael the sons of Abraham. Their generations have become Arabs and the Jews. I wonder why God is not blessing me. I am not giving up my faith if God and I will not let go until he blesses me. I think about the life of Gauguin the French impressionistic painter. Gauguin abandoned his family and job and departed to Tahiti for the sake of art. Yes to be an artist writer one has to sacrifice and sometimes I wish to follow the path of Gauguin. To want to be an artist is to have an inner calling. Writing is the beauty of experience. It’s a sedative tool that triggers my bipolar mind to creativity. It has to be free of the shadows of conformism and belief.  I have been fascinated by the sign theory of structuralism. In it a sign is made up of the signifier and the signified a thing which is sensible and the other an idea. Suppose I say that Hitler hated the Jews, Hitler is the signifier and hatred the signified. When the idea of the sign in put into practice, it becomes one of experience. And the sign becomes an experiential state of possession, affirmation, appropriation, passion, ecstasy and so on. The sign becomes something beyond its concept in structuralism. I would also like to add on my view of existentialism from the writing of Philosophers: Sartre and Camus. The Philosopher Camus in the myth of the Sisyphus said that Sisyphus is punished by the Gods to roll a boulder uphill which to his agony rolls down and he is forced to repeat this meaningless task. From it Camus said: life is meaningless, absurd and chaotic. I rewrite Camus absurdist philosophy by introducing Prospero Prometheus for whom life is a celebration of meaning.  For Prospero Prometheus life is an authentication of existence.  Sartre condemned man as he is the solely responsible for the choices that he makes. I rewrite Sartre by saying that choices that a man makes in his life make him a privileged being. My two core existentialist philosophies are: one, life is a celebration of meaning and the other, the choices man makes make him privileged being.

[elsjobproject]

Lofty: Anpassen

1/4 - 

Ain feels great disappointment and doubt towards humans and other races in Elrios he encounters as he travels with Elsword. He also cannot understand why Elsword and his party will listen to all their unreasonable requests, which seems like a waste of time.

However... Perhaps he should observe further. Let's follow the party to Bethma Village.

2/4 - 

As Ain continued his journey with the El Search Party, he notices Elsword and his friend constantly making (originally translated as mankind?) mistakes and repeating meaningless actions, yet never giving up.

What is causing them to constantly give it their all to fight for what they believe in despite the trials and difficulties? The El energy that they use?

3/4 - 

The El energy in Elrios originiated from the El bestowed by the Goddess Ishmael. As the one who understands the El energy the most, Ain's question of their potential steadily increased.

Perhaps Chacha Buch, who uses special power like curses, would know the answer.

4/4 - 

Even after many battles, Elsword and others act more worried for others. Though Ain thinks this is all odd and unnecessary, he feels compelled from their emotion and protects everyone.

In that battle, Ain feels the El energy in the air surround him for the first time, and when that energy merged with his diving power, it materialized into something new-

(recorded; 10/10/2022)

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, AINCHASE ISHMAEL. 🌑

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Angel

age: 21

pronouns: he/him

ooc contact: @transprotag on twitter (or this tumblr (aingelic) if twt decides to cause issues with dms)

other characters in xc: Komagawa Uta (Blue Reflection), Noah Ebalon (Celestia) (Elsword)

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Ainchase Ishmael (called Ain) (Bluhen)

age: 505 (physically 23, mentally 26)

pronouns: he/they

series: Elsword

canon point: Tirnog

app triggers: in background: fictional religious trauma; death and the fear of it; forced memory loss, if you squint

personality: Ain tends to be a mysterious and hard-to-read individual, rarely seen without a smile. Despite the fact he is rather secretive and not keen on revealing details about himself, (perhaps due to his poor sense of self,) he is generally rather polite and friendly, getting along well with others—most of the time. (he would also tell you, if you asked nicely. as long as it's not too personal.) He simply offers others the base politeness one would expect—and perhaps actual respect, if they, in his eyes, are worthy of it. He is attempting to make an active effort in being kinder, and more considerate. He has a gentle, calm disposition, often soothing those around him and thought of as a positive influence and good mediator; along with a carefree image, despite this last bit not always being true to reality. 

Perhaps as an aspect of this, he is terribly honest—almost to a fault. He may come across as socially maladjusted or rude, because he tends to be ignorant and doesn’t realize the things he says might be hurtful, how someone is feeling, or that he’s not supposed to state a known fact that is a sensitive topic not meant to be brought up lightly. So on and so forth. (and oftentimes, he just doesn’t care.)

In seeming contrast with this, he is skilled at lying, as well as hiding his true feelings and intent; though, as he’s grown, he’s found much less need to do so. Though he only lies now to protect sensitive information—such as his status as an angel—or to keep others from worrying about him, one may think of this behavior as two-faced. He also has an unfortunate tendency to enjoy teasing others, enjoying their reactions, which doesn’t help. If angered, his usual smile is quick to drop—luckily, this doesn’t happen very easily.

He is also sentimental and loyal to a fault, deeply valuing his friends and all of the memories he makes with them. There is nothing in the world he wants more than to stay with them and protect them. His desire to protect is quite possibly his strongest trait. He values all emotions—even the "bad" ones. If you got angry at him, he would have the expected reaction, of course, but a simultaneous wonder, and appreciation for you being able to express yourself this way. Something like that. On that note, he is very curious about most things. He loves to learn, especially about the various aspects of human nature, arts, and culture.

something your muse struggles with: having his own sense of self and purpose, a reason for living. he was created as a tool, after all, and now that the purpose he was made for has passed, he has had to come up with an identity and purpose of his own, entirely by himself—something very difficult for a being that was never intended to be alive in the first place. he struggles with the concept of being independent.

your muse’s greatest strength: on the other side of the token, resolution, will, and compassion. he has chosen to exist as something not quite human, not quite celestial. he is something in-between that will never truly be understood by others, and he knows full well that he will likely outlive his loved ones by centuries. he’s accepted this, however. his will and love is so strong that the creator of the world itself acknowledged it worthy of her acknowledgment, so you could say it cannot be broken easily.

history / background: An angel sent to Elrios 500 years ago by the goddess Ishmael, with a mission to restore the El that gave the earth its life to its full power. Though he had barely taken foot to the world when the El Explosion occurred, an event that threw off the balance of the entire realm, and threw him into a gap into Henir—the inverse of Elrios' life, a realm of endless void.

He stayed trapped there, wandering aimlessly in darkness and void for five-hundred years. He eventually came to sense a trace of Ishmael's presence—the El power saturated within the earth, reaching him through yet another gap in Henir's time and space. Lacking the power to keep himself intact, steadily coming apart the longer he spent with Henir eating away at him, he aimed desperately for this trace. Eventually, he escaped—bearing deep scars on his form, and greatly weakened, though immediately ushered right back onto the path of his mission. That was the reason for his existence, after all. The only reason.

Almost immediately upon escaping and coming to explore Elrios once more, he encounters the three people that would soon form the aptly named "El Search Party," Elsword, Aisha, and Rena. The boy named Elsword catches his interest—he can sense that he has an incredibly strong connection to the El. Thus, he decides to tag along with this group, in order to accomplish his mission more efficiently. He knows he is destined to disappear once it's completed, and be forgotten entirely by all life—so he thinks that he will simply tag along, and not become involved with them in any more than that. Such are his orders from Ishmael, as well.

Elsword is the only one he treats with respect, calling only him by name while everyone else gets nicknames based on their most obvious traits—like "Ms. Elf," and "Ms. Wizard." Listening to only him when he's given instructions. No doubt due to his connection to the El making him the only one worthy of such respect in his eyes. The only others afforded this respect are, likewise, El Priestesses and the sort.

Though, despite this… More and more peculiar people begin to join their odd little "search party." Mr. Half-Nasod, Ms. Fox, Ms. Knight-Captain… Meeting more and more horrid and compassionate people alike along the way their quest to restore the El has paved for them. These people he travels with… They all have their own motivations, histories and personalities, mindsets, strengths and weaknesses… most prominently, their own heart. They help each other, expecting nothing in return. They take care of each other, looking out for each other’s safety out of a simple desire to love and help. They even care for him. It is something Ain comes to think on more and more, as he grows closer to these people whether he realizes it or not. Despite how hard he tries to push it back, to disregard thoughts so irrelevant to his mission… 

He thinks to himself, these people's "heart" is what makes them so strong. Able to depend on and help one another, to achieve their goals and survive, thrive, against all odds, most certainly stacked against them. He thinks, If only my goddess had given me this "heart"... Perhaps I could've accomplished my mission sooner. Such a foolish thought is quickly shaken from his head. 

Their party continues across nigh the entire realm of Elrios, facing more and more deadly and complex, ancient threats and landscapes as they go… Until they come to the ancient city of Elysion. They begin to realize their goal of restoring the El is closer than ever. As things are, they're just about to finally be able to actually do it. It's a breathless feeling of excitement. 

For Ain, it is a breathless feeling of dread. Why? His friends ask him why he seems so distressed. Shouldn't he be happy? We're finally here! He agrees. He should be. This is what he was made for, after all. And then it hits him: his friends. 

He doesn't want to go.

He doesn't want to disappear. Not like this. On their journey, he had encountered Nasods, living machines who were created for one purpose, and discarded when they had fulfilled it. He, too, he realized, was frighteningly similar to these disposable machines. Living and dying by a mission predestined before your birth… He, too, was a tool to be thrown away as soon as his purpose was fulfilled. 

They had met and befriended a Nasod boy. He had been exceptionally kind, compassionate, and intelligent. They became fast friends. (Elsword always seemed to make new friends so effortlessly. What a wonderful trait to have, Ain thinks.) But to the end of them gaining access into Elysion—for the sake of their lofty goal—the boy dies, a sacrifice. Ain finds himself, in a sickening way, jealous, as he watches his friends mourn. "Would they—will they mourn me this way? Will they remember me after I'm gone?" It’s a foolish thought. Of course they won't. Nothing more than a hopeless, foolish wish…

...But he doesn't want to be a tool. He doesn't want to be forgotten. He wants to be remembered. He wants to make more and more new memories—he wants to stay with them. His friends. His newfound family. He comes to think on his memories with a sentimentality previously unknown to him. He regrets not opening up sooner. He regrets that he never valued the time he had while he still had it, and now, now it's all too late. It's all coming to an end, all too soon. The heart that shouldn't be in his chest wavers and feels close to breaking as they near their goal. Amidst the ancient turmoil they uncover coming closer to Elrianode, Ain fails to swallow down his own.

Eventually, it is come to realize that a sacrifice must be made to restore the El. Such has been done for time uncountable, through the El Lady. But Elsword doesn't want any more sacrifice. No one does. Their surroundings are the way they are because of one person's desire for no more sacrifice. Without a word spoken to the rest, Elsword goes through with his ultimate sacrifice. The el is restored almost in an instant—but it's not the reward, the happy ending they had all wanted.

No more sacrifice. The "El Search Party"—this family cobbled together from the most unlikely parts, all band together, determined beyond hope to save him. They would find another way. They would. They would. A way to create a world where no one had to sacrifice, not ever again.

And they're successful. Elsword is freed, and brought back to be with his loved ones once more. But… it feels like someone is missing… doesn't it?

Of course, they don't remember Ain, who has long since ceased to be. His mission has been fulfilled, after all. There is no longer a goddesses will keeping him intact. He has unbecome, as he was always meant to.

...But not quite. The barest trace of his consciousness remains, somehow, somehow… How is he still here? ...Ah. Elsword, ever full of surprises. He had kept Ain tied to this realm before, was he doing so again? ...It didn't matter now. Ain makes a desperate plea—to Elria, the Creator. Higher even than Ishmael—her creator! 

A plea, to please, please, let me stay. Let me stay and protect the El Search Party until the end of our days. Let me live with them, walking alongside them as an equal. 

And Elria listens.

The Creator acknowledges him. And she grants him a new form—one not tied to a goddess, or a mission. One that can freely live. That can allow him to walk his own path, of his own volition, making memories he swears to keep, forever and always.

He feels nostalgic reuniting with his friends again. They remark on his surprising sentimentality for what has been such a short time. He can only laugh. It feels like such a long time. 

With a new beat to their steps, they continue on their search to find a way to restore the El. A new method. They would find it, together.

Ain has time to reflect, now. He wants to be kinder. He wants to understand his companions better. He wants to understand his newfound heart, feelings, better. He learns apology. He learns to read others better. He learns how wonderful his demonic friends are, to the remorse of his memories of lashing out due to the hatred quite literally coded into his being before now. He breaks down barrier after barrier that Ishmael had set up for him. (though he wouldn't say that… just yet.)

He has a conversation with Rena, eventually. She has always been kind and understanding with him—something he appreciates and is grateful for endlessly. She sees his anxieties—a natural result of being thrust into a newfound self, free will that you’ve never had before, one would think—and tells him: try to find a goal for yourself. Not because you feel like you have to, or because someone else tells you to—but because you want to do it.

The concept strikes him. For… himself? He ponders it for a moment. He decides: Ishmael is no longer answering his calls. This surely must be because something has happened to her. He will find out what happened to Ishmael—not for the sake of an emissary with a lofty mission, but for Ain.

powers / abilities: 

Spiritualism: Ain can enter a “spiritualism” state, the “rawest” form of his being. It allows him to recuperate and heal gradually if injured, (rapidly for minor injuries,) and at times is even necessary for severe or particular kinds of injury, such as corruption. It is no small task to do this, and cannot be “turned on and off” rapidly. He needs time between both entering and exiting this state. Must “crack” his pendulum to enter, effectively destroying it until he returns to his normal state.

It can also be equivalent to taking off a limiter if he chooses, making him more powerful in all aspects, if only for as long as he remains in spiritualism.

Perhaps most prominently, physical damage sustained in spiritualism is converted to mental. Think of it like trading your HP bar for your MP bar.

[TW: pseudo-gore, amputation, decapitation mention] His body becomes as if a statue, and has no flesh or blood to speak of, and thus if, for example, the arm is cut off, it would simply be like cutting a rope of clay in half. Likewise, he has no key “weak points,” like the head, neck, or heart. You could knock off his head and he’d still keep going.

This is not to say that he is indestructible in this form, however. Basically: he can sustain his existence for as long as his mind and soul can withstand the strain doing so puts him through. The higher the strain, the harder it is for him to maintain his existence. If the strain becomes too much to bear, and he can no longer do so, he will be incapacitated. Extreme injury means equally extreme strain—he could keep going if you knocked off his head, but at a drastic cost.

[TW end] As a symptom of this, things that target the soul/mind/spirit are doubly as effective than if he was in his human form, and can quickly incapacitate him if effective.

This does not by any means prevent him from dying. It's still entirely possible to destroy his body or mind/soul directly, and high enough strain/spiritual damage can also kill him. I have no intention of godmodding with this, I think he should explode

If incapacitated (not killed) in this form, he will revert to his human form upon losing consciousness. If he sustained significant damage, the physical injuries will not (in most cases—there are exceptions) carry over to his human form. However, he will experience what could be described as severe sickness instead, until he recovers: He may be comatose for several days if especially severe; be unable to move for a significant period of time; and/or be extremely fatigued/weak in general, and unable to use his magic properly, if at all; so on and so forth.

He also takes on a different appearance in this state.

More key differences: he becomes feather-light, weighing literally nothing; his voice echoes; and he can float, able to get some decent height, but not truly fly.

Cycle Magic: This magic is of the more raw, elemental variety. The former creates objects from El energy, this magic instead harnesses and manipulates it for wider purposes. Allows him to do a myriad of things, like fighting at range, creating intense (and dangerous) concentrations of magic and energy, and protective “auras”. It’s very diverse, like a specialized kind of spellcasting—just a bunch of “energy”-based magic stuff, so a little hard to describe. This includes projected weapons and the like, but he has fallen out of practice with these and doesn’t use them as much.

(The wiki for Ain's base class, and 2line classes, can be referenced for the extent to which his skills/spells go.)

Eid Weise: Ain has acquired a unique blend of his own unique power and the El’s, named Eids. Whether he is using them or not, they are always floating around him. He has three, which can be quickly switched between at will:

Mut; the red Eid, is the oath of courage, that which lets humanity power through and overwhelm its obstacles without fear, giving them the strength to do what they believe is right. Has damaging effects. Increases the raw strength of his and others’ magic.

Rein; the yellow Eid, is the oath of purity, that which embodies humanity’s innate kindness—their purity of heart. You can try to convince Blühen as much as you want to, but he believes that humans are intrinsically selfless and born good of heart. Has supportive/healing effects. Also rejuvenates stamina/MP (and just feels nice.)

Wille; the blue Eid, is the oath of will, that which encompasses the unending determination of humanity, how they always stand back up and keep fighting for what they believe in no matter the setbacks they endure. Has debilitating/freezing (slowing) effects. Gives his magic a larger radius.

Whichever Eid is active will alter his Cycle Magic completely, changing its effects to match.

inherent abilities: 

Celestial: Due to the nature of his existence, he is able to sustain more damage than an average person, but not by an extreme amount. Will still sustain injuries and be eventually incapacitated by them like any other, but can hold out longer while enduring intense pain. On top of this, has freaky high endurance and can stay active far longer than the average person without sleep or nutrition, but not forever. He’s also deceptively strong; if he wills it, possessing almost inhuman strength that doesn’t match his soft appearance. These aspects are doubly so in spiritualism. 

Energy sensing: As a celestial, Ain's natural ability to sense all sorts of types of energy emanated by people is far superior to that of normal people in his universe. He can feel energy in a large radius around him, allowing him to 'feel' things and people even when he cannot see them. He is mostly attuned to sensing different kinds of El energy and derivatives of it (like elemental El energy or Henir energy), angelic, and demonic energy. This means that, for example, he can tell if a person is attuned to a specific element, if they're part of the Elsword universe, and if they are a demon, angel, or otherwise. He can sense other types of energy as well, but he can't tell them apart as clearly, which makes it a bit unreliable to use for identification purposes, especially when it comes to multiverse shenanigans. Which is to say, when it comes to worlds other than his own, he’d be able to feel a “difference” in the energy emanated by an angel and by an elf, but he wouldn’t innately know they are an angel and an elf, respectively. He could learn to identify people by the energy they emit, but unless it’s remarkably unique, that would take a while for him to become very familiar with it.

items / weapons: 

Pendulum: A peculiar looking instrument carried with him at all times, suspended on a cord. Its only purpose is allowing him to access spiritualism, otherwise it’s just a paperweight or accessory. (or a blunt instrument, if you were REALLY determined.) 

Doxology: An artifact, creatures created from the El during the Harmony Festival. Though it’s debatable if they’re really alive, they seem to have developed free will and willingly accompany their master wherever they go, growing alongside them. It’s about the size of a large puppy, and has a limited version of its master’s magic available to it. Looks like this.

starting ability: Cycle Magic

starting item: Doxology

would you like this character to be housed upon arrival?: yes

extra: 

The El Search Party of his canon is the same as actual canon.

he assigns “nicknames” to those he knows based on their most obvious traits, profession, or background, such as “Ms. Elf,” “Ms. Wizard,” “Mr. Ancient,” and “Ms. Mirror Friend.” He rarely uses their real names, instead opting for these. Expect him to apply one to your muse upon getting to know them, unless specifically requested to use their real name IC or OOC. (also expect them to be dumb. im not good at this part.)

His eids tend to shift appearance to match his emotions; rein: happiness, mut: anger, and wille: sadness, respectively. though this could just be a reflection of his subconscious decisions to change them to fit the situation, rather… maybe we’ll never know. (it's the former, and i just think it’s cute.)

I’m gonna be real with you he has a bunch of crazy abilities that he keeps just revealing he has at random in story and i do not care to keep track of or use them all

discord id: erbluhenemotion

[theycallmelynn]

Some Late Night Doodles

Here I drew a lucky cat from memory and... a Yoshi? I think?

Here is a drawing of a trio of gods I made up.

The upper left is Showbi, the god of time. I thought it'd be funny if they had a literal hour glass figure, though I think their actual design is more interesting silhouette-wise.

The right one is Crystal, she is the goddess of space and unfortunately nothing of her's has ever been finished so she's just a kitty with space hair.

I couldn't think of any way to mess with the design motifs of change so Ishmael is just naked. He looks confused 'cause you're obviously intruding.

A core component of a few of my characters is that an angel of space and change was killed and used to create a demon. While usually this would be dealt with quickly by a god, Ishmael simply doesn't care. His main hatred is in stagnation so if something has the potential to change the status quo then he'll let things like this slide.

This is a candy lady (whose name I forgot) who is giving her best wishes to a many-armed fellow. Unfortunately, it falls flat.

[ethaneldritch]

for some context: if i recall correctly, there's only two major factions of gods in the world of Elsword: order (Elria and Ishmael) and chaos (Henir). Technically, Ishmael is the goddess of Elrios considering she gave the plane its sustaining life force in the form of the El crystal, but she's still classified as a minor goddess under Elria.

Then there's the demon realm. I'm not caught up with all the lore yet, but from what I know, it's essentially an inverse reality to Elrios (an "overworld"/"underworld" type situation), but is not governed by chaos. They have their own rules and rulers, and thus the resurrection of their ancient god Sult was a huge plot point for like, I'm not even kidding, five minutes, before we never hear about this thing ever again.

Thus, I'm really disappointed they picked the weakest plotline in the game to adapt. The story got good pretty much right after the point where the show ends.

...oh yeah i completely forgot the demons have an entire pantheon of their own major gods

that was a crazy five seconds

[lilith-devi-nyx-elsword-theorist]

I THINK I MAY OF FIGURED OUT AIN'S 4TH PATH!!!! Hear me out.

Ain basic is called the Goddess messenger (For Ishmael) at some points, so a reference to Gabriel, who is the God's messenger. Although Ain to not raise suspicion he says he's the Priest for the Goddess, despite almost being questioned by one of the Priestesses namely Ignia as its not common of Priests as it is with Priestesses. So in Elsword terms there's no real Priest, exception of in Hamel, but he's been dead.

Ritcher, Ain becomes the perfect view of how Goddess Ishmael works, he is the one who works FOR Ishmael, he will fight For Ishmael, everything is for the Goddesses sake. This is reflected to an ArchAngel, Michael, he's the Guardian and Commander of the Angels, in Anguish of the Wavering Servant, Ain fights the manefestation of what his fears are, Ishmael and an Archangel who fights EXACTLY like Ritcher. And if Ain were to fight for only Ishmael which they all fuse to become that horrifying form of Ishmael.

Bluhen, is obviously the loveable class, He's more human than he is angel this time around, showing a more carefree personality plus his support and healing abilities, reflection, to Raphael, an ArchAngel who took on a more human form, heals in his name.

Herrscher, has fallen to a point where trying to reach the goddess for answers, she never spoke a word no response " Empty... Goddess, have I been betrayed?" This Ain has fully started then deciding to rule as the void, Void of Henir Henir is a god like being who never is mentioned a form or full being So Ain could be showing a more closer resemblance to this possible goddess imo. This is a clear evidence of Lucifer becoming Satan and to his own downfall from ArchAngel to a Fallen Angel along with the Other Angels, "God, has chosen Michael to stop me. Selfish...." because Lucifer wanted Angels to marry with the Humans, God did not agree to this, thus the war of Angels has started. Michael fought long and hard with Lucifer, only for Lucifer to be betrayed by someone close to him, down from the Heavens with the angels, thus after this time. Lucifer became Satan, ruling over his own dominion along with the other Fallen Angels. ( I don't know where my sister found this info about human and angels marrying, my sister told me this.) But it was a War of Angels that god didn't agree with Lucifer on.

Ain's 4th path HAS to be Uriel/Phanuel where Ain has the face or look of Goddess Ishmael.

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Letter to Ishmael

My dear Ishmael,

I'm so happy I can finally write to you. I have missed you, oh so much. Everyone here knows about it (and I'm not lying when I say that the more I tell them about you, the more they're annoyed, and for saying this, they might unalive me for "saying bullshits").

Anyway, I hope you're doing very well. I don't know for you but I do miss you a lot and the moments we spent together.

I thought they would never let me write to you, because of things. They say that I keep having panic attacks and memory gaps. They keep saying that you hate me and you want me to die. You never said that. I love you, very much, Ishmael. Whenever I get out of the hospital, you will be the one I will go to. I just hope this will be soon.

Some other gods told me so much lies. They said you married the god of wisdom. Bullshit, that guy isn't even faithful and he's also a damn rapist. His sister told me about the atrocious things he's done to her and to others gods. I told her about what he's done to me. She said she knew about it and that I already told her. But I don't remember telling anyone. Even Elria and Sult told me that I already talked about it and they also said they were there when that idiotic pervert was physically harming me. I don't remember that either. I just remember you there, getting the pieces of glass out of my skin. You were crying and it broke my heart.

That's all I can remember for now.

But I think there's something happening in this hospital. Some patients are disappearing. Some nurses too. I mean, I wouldn't be this surprised if one of the patients was the one behind this. This is a mental institute after all.

Anyway, I'll stop here for now.

I love you and miss you so much, Ishmael. Please stay safe, especially around Martinus.

See you soon, I hope.

Henir.

[songofharmony]

@rvnthiscity​

Something Ain wasn’t expecting— aside from everything else about this entire scenario— was that he was getting his own place of residence. The strange... apparition that took him here (as he didn’t quite get the feeling that the driver was all human, anyways) had left a pamphlet in the back seat of the car he’d ridden in, and had found a key for his room somewhere among the mess.

Condominium 464, Archimedes Ward. The driver had taken Ain to his destination and left him with so many questions that he figured weren’t gonna get answered. That seemed to be a theme here.

Might as well check out where he’d be staying.

He unlocked the door to his new home and was shocked by how big it was. From his position in the doorway, he could see the family room, the dining room, and the living room all in one stretch. The expanse of this one long room was bigger than any other room he’d ever stayed in, even when all of the El Search Party was bunking together. This was where he was going to live...?

Ain figured now was as good a time as any to start exploring. He inspected each room he found, finding things both familiar and new (whatever the hell those two weird box tanks were, he didn’t like the way they rattled at him. Was that a threat?). 

Another thing he noticed was that he was not alone.

In one of the bedrooms he’d chanced to inspect, he found a boy sat on the bed with his knees pulled to his chest, face obscured within. Ain could tell just from a glance that the poor thing was upset. Carefully, he knocked on the door before approaching. “Excuse me. Are you all right over there?” he asked, voice gentle.