#Mercury Wraith

[thatonepikminperson]

Okay second to last post about this topic today, I just love this page. In the top left, we have Pom suffering, and on the rest of the page, we have wraiths SLAYING those outfits!

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Note: Good Omens is by both Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, it just doesn't fit in the character limit lol

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern (2011)

The circus arrives without warning. No announcement precedes it, no paper notices plastered on lampposts and billboards. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.

Within these nocturnal black-and-white-striped tents awaits an utterly unquie experience, a feast did the senses, where no one can be lost in a maze of clouds, meander through a lush garden muse of ice, stare in wonderment as the tattooed contortionist folds herself into a small glass box, and become deliciously tipsy from the scents of caramel and cinnamon that waft through the air.

Welcome to Le Cirque des Rêvez.

Beyond the smoke and mirrors, however, a fierce competition is under way—a contest between two young illusionists, Celia and Marco, who have been trained since childhood to compete in a “game” to which they have been irrevocably bound by their mercurial masters. Unbeknownst to the players, this is a game in which only one can be left standing, and the circus is but the stage for a remarkable battles of imagination and will.

As the circus travels around the world, the feats of magic gain fantastical new heights with every stop. The game is well under way and the lives of all those involved—the eccentric circus owner, the elusive contortionist, the mystical fortune-teller, and a pair of red-haired twins born backstage among them—are swept up in a wake of spells and charms.

But when Celia discovers Marco is her adversary, they begin to think of the game not as a competition but as a wonderful collaboration. With no knowledge of how the game must end, they innocently tumble headfirst into love. A deep, passionate, and magical love that makes the light flicker and the room grow warm whenever they so much as brush hands.

Their masters still pull the strings, however, and this unforeseen occurrence forces them to intervene with dangerous consequences, leaving the lives of everyone from the performers to the patrons hanging in the balance.

The Kingkiller Chronicles by Patrick Rothfuss (2007-present)

My name is Kvothe.   I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.   You may have heard of me.

So begins a tale unequaled in fantasy literature--the story of a hero told in his own voice. It is a tale of sorrow, a tale of survival, a tale of one man's search for meaning in his universe, and how that search, and the indomitable will that drove it, gave birth to a legend.

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo (2015-2016)

Ketterdam: a bustling hub of international trade where anything can be had for the right price—and no one knows that better than criminal prodigy Kaz Brekker. Kaz is offered a chance at a deadly heist that could make him rich beyond his wildest dreams. But he can’t pull it off alone. . . .

A convict with a thirst for revenge A sharpshooter who can’t walk away from a wager A runaway with a privileged past A spy known as the Wraith A Heartrender using her magic to survive the slums A thief with a gift for unlikely escapes

Kaz’s crew is the only thing that might stand between the world and destruction—if they don’t kill each other first.

American Gods by Neil Gaiman (2001)

Days before his release from prison, Shadow's wife, Laura, dies in a mysterious car crash. Numbly, he makes his way back home. On the plane, he encounters the enigmatic Mr Wednesday, who claims to be a refugee from a distant war, a former god and the king of America.

Together they embark on a profoundly strange journey across the heart of the USA, whilst all around them a storm of preternatural and epic proportions threatens to break.

Scary, gripping and deeply unsettling, American Gods takes a long, hard look into the soul of America. You'll be surprised by what - and who - it finds there...

The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer (2012-2015)

Humans and androids crowd the raucous streets of New Beijing. A deadly plague ravages the population. From space, a ruthless lunar people watch, waiting to make their move. No one knows that Earth's fate hinges on one girl. . . . 

Cinder, a gifted mechanic, is a cyborg. She's a second-class citizen with a mysterious past, reviled by her stepmother and blamed for her stepsister's illness. But when her life becomes intertwined with the handsome Prince Kai's, she suddenly finds herself at the center of an intergalactic struggle, and a forbidden attraction. Caught between duty and freedom, loyalty and betrayal, she must uncover secrets about her past in order to protect her world's future. 

The Princess Bride by William Goldman (1973)

Westley ... handsome farm boy who risks death and much, much worse for the woman he loves; Inigo ... the Spanish swordsman who lives only to avenge his father's death; Fezzik ... the Turk, the gentlest giant ever to have uprooted a tree with his bare hands; Vizzini ... the evil Sicilian, with a mind so keen he's foiled by his own perfect logic; Prince Humperdinck ... the eviler ruler of Guilder, who has an equally insatiable thirst for war and the beauteous Buttercup; Count Rugen ... the evilest man of all, who thrives on the excruciating pain of others; Miracle Max ... the King's ex-Miracle Man, who can raise the dead (kind of); The Dread Pirate Roberts ... supreme looter and plunderer of the high seas; and, of course, Buttercup ... the princess bride, the most perfect, beautiful woman in the history of the world.

S. Morgenstern's timeless tale--discovered and wonderfully abridged by William Goldman--pits country against country, good against evil, love against hate. From the Cliffs of Insanity through the Fire Swamp and down into the Zoo of Death, this incredible journey and brilliant tale is peppered with strange beasties both monstrous and gentle, and memorable surprises both terrible and sublime.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl (1964)

Willy Wonka's famous chocolate factory is opening at last!

But only five lucky children will be allowed inside. And the winners are: Augustus Gloop, an enormously fat boy whose hobby is eating; Veruca Salt, a spoiled-rotten brat whose parents are wrapped around her little finger; Violet Beauregarde, a dim-witted gum-chewer with the fastest jaws around; Mike Teavee, a toy pistol-toting gangster-in-training who is obsessed with television; and Charlie Bucket, Our Hero, a boy who is honest and kind, brave and true, and good and ready for the wildest time of his life! 

The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare (2010-2013)

Magic is dangerous--but love is more dangerous still. 

When sixteen-year-old Tessa Gray crosses the ocean to find her brother, her destination is England, the time is the reign of Queen Victoria, and something terrifying is waiting for her in London's Downworld, where vampires, warlocks and other supernatural folk stalk the gaslit streets. Only the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the world of demons, keep order amidst the chaos. 

Kidnapped by the mysterious Dark Sisters, members of a secret organization called The Pandemonium Club, Tessa soon learns that she herself is a Downworlder with a rare ability: the power to transform, at will, into another person. What's more, the Magister, the shadowy figure who runs the Club, will stop at nothing to claim Tessa's power for his own. 

Friendless and hunted, Tessa takes refuge with the Shadowhunters of the London Institute, who swear to find her brother if she will use her power to help them. She soon finds herself fascinated by--and torn between--two best friends: James, whose fragile beauty hides a deadly secret, and blue-eyed Will, whose caustic wit and volatile moods keep everyone in his life at arm's length . . . everyone, that is, but Tessa. As their search draws them deep into the heart of an arcane plot that threatens to destroy the Shadowhunters, Tessa realizes that she may need to choose between saving her brother and helping her new friends save the world. . . . and that love may be the most dangerous magic of all.

Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (1990)

The world is preparing to come to an end according to the Divine Plan recorded in the Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (recorded 1655). Meanwhile, a fussy angel and a fast-living demon have grown fond of living among the earth's mortals for many millennia and are not looking forward to the apocalypse. If Crowley and Aziraphale are going to stop it from happening, they must find and kill the Antichrist.

Coraline by Neil Gaiman (2002)

In Coraline's family's new flat there's a locked door. On the other side is a brick wall—until Coraline unlocks the door . . . and finds a passage to another flat in another house just like her own. Only different.

The food is better there. Books have pictures that writhe and crawl and shimmer. And there's another mother and father there who want Coraline to be their little girl. They want to change her and keep her with them. . . . Forever.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

hello-ellow!

due to your interest in alchemy, do you have theory why Peter used what he used to resurrect Voldemort? ok with Harry blood, but other, what it have to mean? what substance was in cauldron before Peter pull Voldemort in?

Hello!

Okay, so I actually have, like, a bit of a headcanon about the potion and why Voldy is snake-faced post-resurrection since I don't believe the Horcruxes caused his body to look like that, but that it was because Peter messed up the potion.

As I mentioned in the past, in Alchemy, everything is alive and comprised of 3 parts:

Salt - Body

Mercury - Spirit

Sulfur - Soul

So, the soul already exists — we have a wraith Voldy who is already a complete soul.

And we have a rudimentary body that holds this soul, which is also an ingredient of this potion. I believe it gives, like, the basic instructions of how the body should be made ie two arms, two legs, and a head. It's a body component that is the template the potion builds upon.

Then we have "bone of the father". This is another salt component. I think this is there for the genetics portion. It's the closest body part to a blood relative of Voldemort, so it's there to represent what his body was before his death. An image of the past.

"Flesh of the servant" is an odd one because Wormtail just drops his entire hand in, which, really, he shouldn't have to, because the ritual stipulates "flesh", and I think that's purposeful. Bones are templates, building blocks, flesh is what covers it. It symbolizes life in a way, which is why I think it's both a salt component and a mercury component. Again, the entire hand is dropped in, blood, bones, and flesh, all different ingredients that Wormtail chucked into the potion together but that should symbolize life and devotion in general. (It's Likley a finger might've been enough but Voldemort told Wormtail to chuck his whole hand in to mess with him. I think Voldy would do something like that)

Harry's blood is a spirit component as blood represents life and it's also imbued with Lily's sacrifice magic which Voldemort wants to circumvent (which is life-related magic). But Harry's blood is a soul component as well because of the Horcrux, Voldy doesn't know that though. This might affect the potion negatively as it might set it out of balance.

We also know the potion included Nagini's venum and I think this is where Wormtail messed up.

Medieval alchemists believed the mindset you have while making a potion, or doing any alchemical process affects the results. This is why it was of utmost importance to keep anyone other than yourself out of the lab so they don't mess it up by just thinking the wrong things. Especially if the procedure is a more complex one. This is that intent aspect I always mention magic having. How your thoughts and feelings affect the magic you produce.

So, the reason I headcanon for why Voldy is snake-faced post-resurrection is because Wormtail added Nagini's venom as a body component when he should've added it as a soul component due to her being a Horcrux. Her venom was supposed to strengthen the bond between the new body and Voldemort's soul, and I believe it still did that. I just also think Wormtail thought her venom was there to help create the body, and he mixed it into the potion under this wrong impression and it butched how the body looks as a result.

At least, that's my headcanon on why he looks like a snake and not like a creepy DILF.

As for other ingredients that were in the potion, I think it shares some of its ingredients with the Phlagaton Potion I theorize is part of the Horcrux-making process.

There would probably be healing ingredients such as Dittany, dragon liver, valerian root, and mint.

And there would be ingredients corresponding to resurrection and rebirth. If you can get Pheonix ashes, all the better, but if not ingredients such as Saffron spice, Hyacinth flowers, or Golden crocus flowers could also work assuming you burn them into a fine dry powder that is almost white in color.

As the ritual we witness in the graveyard covers the components needed for the actual body creation, there probably aren't many ingredients already in the potion related to that.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

A Lord’s Proposition

Prompts “bite me” ”if you insist” and “each of my thoughts about you are improper”

Pairing: Melkor x Fem. Reader (Elf / Finwë’s daughter with Miriel and Fëanor’s twin| second person POV)

Themes: Slowburn |  Smut (lemon-ish) | Soft

Warnings: Corruption | Oral (Male receiving) | Fingering | Kissing | First time | Marking | Penetrative Sex | Cream pie

Wordcount: 4.9K words

Summary: Melkor had kidnapped you and kept you confined to a tower while he travelled to Utumno. He has now returned, and asks for you.

Rating: 🔥🔥 Minors DNI | 18+

For rules and tag form, read here. 

To the person who requested this, I hope you like it. 

You looked out a barred window, your heart aggrieved by the sight that befell your eyes.

There was no starlight here. None could be found in Angband. The sky was murky black from the thick smog of smoke from the keep’s many furnaces. The air was damp and cold and foul. The scent of ash and smoke and worse crept in through the windows and clung to your garments. Some days, the smell was so strong that it made your eyes water and bile rise at the back of your throat. You had no choice but to bear it all in silence. You were a prisoner, utterly dependent on the favor of the one who held you captive. 

Still, you supposed, it was a better fate than most. You turned your attention from the sky and peered into the gloomy courtyard. Thralls scurried to and fro like mice desperately trying to escape the talons of an eagle. They were like wraiths, mere shadows of the fair and glorious beings they once were. That was how your captor liked to see them: fearful, half-starved, and brought down to the lowest point of their existence.  

Not just them, you realized with great dread. I am one of them. The daughter of a race he loathes with a murderous passion, so the poets and singers say. How long will it be before I am made to sip from the cup that was forced onto them?

Your skin prickled out of fear. You closed the shutters of your window and sharply turned away as soon as a wretched scream carried through the courtyard. You did not want to dwell on that sound or from whom it came. There was no need to feed your nightmares with fresh fodder. 

You studied your chambers like you always did, ever since your capture. The walls and floors were bare black stone, the pelts were thick, and the rushes were new. Besides the old hearth, there was a basket filled with blocks of peat instead of wood for a fire. The bed was small but comfortable. You reflected on the remnants of your last meal. The bread and roasted meat had been fresh, the water was clean and cool.

Mine may be a wretched lot, but it is still better than theirs, you reminded yourself. Much better than theirs. 

Someone knocked on the door. It was loud and insistent. You made haste to answer it, your shoes clicking over the floor. You expected to find a thrall and came face-to-face with her instead.

Thuringwethil, they called her. Woman of the secret shadow. Herald for the Dark Lord. The first vampire. Her eyes gleamed like new rubies. Her wings dragged behind her whenever she walked. A gown was draped over one arm.

"My lady." You quickly dipped to your knees even as the words stumbled out of your mouth. Anything to not anger her. 

A gale of laughter greeted you. It was shrill and painful to the ears, like nails over brittle glass. You had to stop yourself from physically wincing.

"You certainly have good manners, little elf," Thuringwethil replied, and looked over you critically. "That will serve you well with him, I think."

"With him, my lady?" You sputtered in disbelief. "Which him?"

Your mind was a roil. There was more than one him here in Angband, and each one was as mercurial as the next. Was Thuringwethil speaking of Mairon, Melkor’s most favored advisor? Or was she speaking of that Balrog high general? The one who could change from a creature of great beauty to one that inspired nothing but sheer terror? Or was it the Maia who found great joy in changing into a giant cat and tormenting everyone who crossed his path?

"Him," she said, and moved around you in an elegant flourish. Her wings trailed behind her over the floor, all black and deep crimson. You took a deep breath and sighed wistfully. The very air around her smelled like a meadow in full bloom. It did not surprise you. Thuringwethil used to be Yavanna’s Maia after all. "Lord Melkor, no less. He has returned from Utumno and wishes to dine with you."

You gave her a measured look. You were a prisoner, captured and carried off after a daring raid in the heart of Valinor itself. And now you have been invited to dine with your captor, the Lord of Angband, no less. The prospect frightened you. 

"I… I hope I will not offend Lord Melkor," you blurted out, and hoped this invitation was not a ruse to heap unspeakable agony upon you. 

"I see you truly are nothing like that heedless, foul-tempered brother of yours," Thuringwethil observed, not unkindly. "And I promise, he will not be offended by anything you do." 

She did not give you time to think or frame a reply. She went on to add, "Thralls will see to your bath now. An orc will come to fetch you once you have finished."

You shivered and nodded in fright. Thuringwethil took her leave of you, practically floating out of your chambers in a swirl of wings and lace and night-blooming roses. You walked over to your bed and ran the flat of your palm over your new dress. It was soft to the touch and dripping in gems, and finer than any gown you possessed before.

So lavish, you mused. What does he want from me?

There was another knock on your door. This time it was hesitant and timid. "Come in, please," you said, and moved away from the bed. 

Thralls walked in carrying pails of clean, warm water. Another pair brought with them a small copper tub and a towel. A thrall filled the tub with water before adding fragrant oils. Another helped you out of your robes, her eyes downcast. Her fingers fumbled with the sash; it was as if they had all turned into thumbs. You wanted to talk to her, to ask how she came to be here. All you did, in the end, was bite your tongue.

I must take care of what I say to them. It may cause more trouble for them if I do. 

The sweet-smelling water was a welcome relief from the smells of the outside world. The thralls sluiced water over your hair before gently brushing out any tangles. One of them went to work on your nails and feet. It felt strange, to have them wait on you in such a manner. It was stranger still, given the cause for such pampering. 

She said nothing I do could offend him. I am certain now that he must want something from me. What is it? 

You had seen Melkor before. He had come calling on your brother; his words like honey. You were by an upstairs window, looking down on the gardens where they stood. Fëanor had been furious with the Vala’s intrusion. He grew even more enraged when the Vala glanced up and caught you looking, his lips curling up at the corners. Their exchange grew heated. Fëanor sent Melkor away, but not before Melkor managed to steal a second glimpse of you. That was all you saw of him until after your capture, when you were presented to him like a prize, your arms and feet bound in iron, your clothes reduced to rags. He said nothing. All he did was sit on his lofty throne and look down on you, his eyes roaming over you in a way that made a flush creep up your throat.  

You never saw him after that. Melkor kept you confined to the tower you now lived in. No one was allowed to see you save for the thralls that had to tend to you and Thuringwethil. The other Maia were allowed nowhere near you. Even the orcs were allowed nowhere near you, until now. 

It is as if he does not trust the others with me.

A thrall held out their arm, to help you out of the tub. You stood still while they toweled you dry, your cheeks ablaze when they first helped you into the wisps Thuringwethil brought with her. The garments were so soft, you did not even notice them. Next came the dress, an airy confection of lace and silk that clung to your body. Then came a pair of soft slippers and finally a perfume, one that was dabbed on each of your wrists and behind your ears. The thralls wanted to style your hair, but you declined, insisting on wearing it loose.

"The master calls," insisted the orc that came to escort you to Melkor’s private chambers deep within Angband. "Come."

You followed him silently, walking through lofty corridors and vast halls, each as empty and dimly lit as the next. Your footsteps echoed all around you even as you sunk deep into your thoughts. Melkor had insisted you be brought to him alive. He had kept you in a tower, apart from the thralls and other prisoners. He had provided you with decent food and drink, even new garments. No one was allowed to harm a hair on your head. And the way he looked at you when you were presented to him, his eyes dark with hunger. The memory alone was enough to give you pause. 

You shook your head. No. It could not be. Melkor desired nothing but the complete dominion of Arda. He treasured nothing but power and causing pain. That was what the songs said. That was what your father and brother said. And yet…

And yet…

He kept me safe. Made certain my needs were seen to. Did nothing to cause me harm. Were they all wrong? 

The orc stopped by large wooden doors, each more than twice your height. "Let her in," he snapped at the guards. They obeyed and opened the doors for you. "Get in," he mumbled almost in politeness. 

You meekly stepped over the threshold and made your way into a chamber as large as the halls you had passed. There was a soft thud. That was the sound of the doors closing behind you. You were truly trapped now.  

The room you were in was nearly as silent as a tomb. And poorly lit. There were no lamps, or torches. Just a dim fire sputtering away in the hearth. 

"Come closer, little elf," a deep voice called from behind you.  

You gulped in fright but turned in the direction of that voice.

"Closer," it called. "Come closer."

One measured footstep followed another. You walked on hesitantly, not stopping until you reached a smaller chamber filled with the light of several candles. There was a large bed in one corner, and a small table at the far end. This room, too, was empty. You were confused now. Where did that voice come from?

"Does this please you?" 

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard the voice behind you. You turned on your heel and found yourself looking at your captor. Melkor was studying you with a quizzical gleam in his eye. "My lord," you murmured, and gracefully dipped to your knees, remembering your courtesies. 

He laughed merrily. "Thuringwethil was right. You do have nice manners." 

You looked at him, shocked. She spoke to him about me. Why would she do that? 

Melkor smirked and looked at you approvingly before walking over to the table. He pulled out a chair and gestured for you to join him. It confused you even more. The table was devoid of food and drink. 

"The food…" you breathed out and struggled for words. Melkor was as glorious as the day you first saw him. The image of him standing there and watching you was enough to muddle your mind. "There… there is no food, my lord."

"There will be food," he replied, "for later. For now, sit."

You obeyed and made your way to the table, your skin prickling the entire time. You glanced at Melkor and found his eyes following your every move. There was something dark and primal in his eyes, something you could not quite describe. 

"I will not mince words,” he said. “The reason why I summoned you," Melkor waited till you made yourself comfortable before moving to the chair opposite yours. "Is because I have a… proposition to make."

"Proposition?" You repeated, baffled. Melkor was one of the most high. There was no need for him to ask anything of anyone when he could simply take whatever, and whomever he desired, without so much as a "by your leave."

“Yes." Melkor studied you before saying, "A proposition. I wish to make you my companion. I made this offer to your brother. I was hoping he would put a word in where your father was concerned…"

The day he called on your twin. He had asked for you. You kept asking why and Fëanor refused to explain the cause. He grew angry whenever you asked. Your father finally forbade you from broaching the topic. 

"But the fool refused," Melkor snorted in derision. "Now that I have you here with me, I would like to ask this of you myself. Will you be my companion and bind yourself to me?"

You swallowed and wrung your hands. His companion, he said. You did not even know what it would mean. What little you knew of intimate relations between elves came from the books you read while the others were away. "Your companion, my lord. What would I have to do? Read to you? Play the harp?"

Melkor laughed again, softly this time. "Your family has kept you ignorant of many things, I see. I do not wish you to merely read to me and amuse me with music, little elf. To put it in simpler terms, I want you to share my bed."

Your cheeks were aflame. To share his bed. You had read enough books to know what that meant. "To share pleasures with you…" you sputtered, "but if I go back, if the other elves find out what I allowed you to do to me, I will be ruined."

"The other elves will not find out.”

“Why not?”

“Because your brother is not coming for you," Melkor said simply. 

"He is coming for me!" you insisted. Your eyes stung with hot tears threatening to break free. Melkor was the prince of lies. That was what they all said. You refused to believe him, thinking he was lying to you even now. "Fëanor is coming for me!"

"He is not, little elf," Melkor replied gently. "Fëanor is not coming for you. His hunger to create the silmarils has consumed him."

Despair of the acutest kind settled over you like a thick fog. The creation of hallowed jewels, each containing the light of the two trees, was all your twin talked about. He would think of nothing else until such priceless treasures rested in his hands. You knew him well enough for that.  

"And your father’s thoughts have been consumed with the new family he is creating with his second wife. No one is coming for you." Melkor reached over and placed his hand on top of yours. He gave it a gentle squeeze. "Say yes, little elf. Take my hand, and every comfort imaginable will be yours. I will be yours."

You sat there, feeling alone and wretched. Your brother was not coming for you. Your father was not coming for you. Days had bled into weeks and weeks into a wholly different season, and no one had come for you. There had not even been a whiff of an elf seeking you out. Your kin had abandoned you to your fate, and the knowledge of it was too much to bear. It made you want to cry, to scream and tear out your hair, but such acts were useless. They would not set you free, and they would not make your kin search for you. You turned your attention to Melkor. He offered a life you were once accustomed to. Perhaps he was not lying. Perhaps he was telling the truth. But still, to say yes to him and take him inside of you…

"The others… your servants…" you whispered, "What will they say?"

"Nothing." Melkor smiled and spread his broad hands. "Life in Angband is different. You can be with whomever you wish, whenever you wish, and however you wish. No one will say a word in protest."

"No one?" You glanced at him, trying to get a sense of him. "Not even you?"

Melkor ground his jaw and growled. His eyes narrowed to thin slats. "You are mine, little elf. All of you belong to me."

Goosebumps rose all over your flesh when he said it. The sheer possessiveness in his tone was enough to make you forget your sense of dread and excite you to the point of actually considering his offer. 

"Before I say yes," you licked your lips nervously and confessed, "I… I must tell you I have neither the… skill nor the… experience… in such matters. What little I know has come from books."

Melkor’s lips tugged at the corners. "I thought as much. But first, you must say yes."

To say yes. To take his hand and bind yourself to him for all time. You thought of your suitors, how all of them bowed their heads and walked away without a second glance the moment Fëanor denied them. Then there was Melkor, who willingly risked war and doom to bring you here. You knew what your answer would be.

"Yes."

"Come."

He rose and took you by hand, helping you out of your chair and leading you straight to his bed. You eyed the silk sheets and the soft pillows. To just lay in that bed was temptation enough. Melkor did not give you time to think of much else. He grabbed your arms and kissed you before you could say another word. 

The books spoke of kisses that were sweet and soft, like feathers. Melkor’s kiss was none of that. It was all heat and wildness and hunger. His tongue glided over the seams of your mouth before pressing against your lips. You sighed helplessly and parted them for him. His mouth tasted like some dark spice you could not get enough of. Melkor smirked in triumph, his breath heating your flesh.

"How easily you yield, little elf!" he cried when you tugged on his tunic to pull him closer. "And how fortunate I am to have you in my grasp!" He laughed again and placed his hands over your shoulders, pushing you down onto the edge of the bed. "Tell me," he cooed softly, "What else did you read in these books?"

You looked at him, your eyes widening when he undid the buckle of his belt. "I…" You glanced at him, then at what he was doing. He was loosening the drawstrings of his breeches. "I have read about certain acts, but…" Your cheeks heated when he tugged it down just enough to free his cock. "But…"

"It was not enough?" Melkor asked and caressed your cheek. "Then I will guide you. Open that pretty mouth for me, little elf."

He waited, neither forcing nor demanding that you obey. A thumb glided over your lips, making you look at him. "Open little elf," he insisted gently, "Go on."

The sight of him all exposed and hard proved too tempting. You opened your mouth, eager and willing and curious, struggling to breathe while he sank his length. Melkor moved slowly and gently, his hands delving into your hair and keeping you steady. He groaned and shivered when you ran your tongue along his shaft and let curious hands skim over his thighs. His hand glided over to cup your cheek. You opened your eyes and found his fixed on yours; his mouth parted in a silent moan. 

"I have been thinking about you from the first moment I laid eyes on you, little elf," he confided, whimpering when your tongue brushed over his tip. "Each of my thoughts about you have been improper."

Melkor was gentle with his instructions. "Loosen your jaw, little elf." He caressed your cheek again to catch your attention. "You clench it too much."

It was easier after that. You reached up and clutched the edges of his tunic, your mind going hazy with bliss. Everything you felt, from the hands brushing over your hair to the little ridges brushing against your lips to the soft grunts you heard, was dark and sinful. You had often wondered what such acts would be like while reading books forbidden to you, but no words could describe what you were feeling now, all feverish and wanton. 

Melkor drew back and pushed you onto the sheets. You gazed at him, surprised, and more than a little disappointed. "Move further up, little elf," he chuckled, running his thumb over your swollen lips. "I want to claim you as mine."

Again, you did as he asked, even more eager this time. You moved further up the bed, trembling whenever you felt the wetness between your thighs. Melkor undid the clasps of his tunic one by one. You expected to find vast parts of him withered and deformed, as the songs said. What was slowly revealed instead was the stuff of a maiden’s dreams: a fana that was all supple muscle and devoid of flaw. His skin was the color of new steel, and his arms were large and strong. 

Not once did he use that strength to force me, you mused, flushing when the mattress sank and he crawled into bed with you, boots on and all. Melkor pushed your thighs apart with his. His hands slid under your skirts. 

"I…" You found yourself trembling with growing need when the flat of his palm glided over your leg. "I thought we must be undressed, my lord."

"Next time," Melkor promised. He hiked your skirts up to your waist and shoved his hand down your undergarments, ripping them apart with one tug. "For now, let me do this."

His fingers grazed your slick heat. The friction was delicious enough to make you see stars. Melkor trembled. He actually trembled. His touch was gentle, almost worshipful in its exploration. He propped himself on his free arm, just so he could watch you while he slipped a finger inside of you. It made your breath hitch when that finger slid deeper and deeper. 

"My lord," you moaned without even realizing it. He dipped his head and ghosted his lips over yours.

"I am here, little elf," he purred softly, brushing his hand over your hair. He dipped his head again, nibbling your earlobe and sighing when your arms circled his back. 

He had been thinking of me since he first saw me, you remembered. When was that?

"M-my lord?" Your back began to arch with each thrust of his finger. He inserted a second as carefully as the first, groaning whenever your warmth clenched around them. "W-when did you first see me?"

"When I was allowed to return to Valinor," he confessed softly against your neck. "I saw you with your father and brother near the Ring of Doom. I stayed in the shadows and watched you. Even then, I knew I had to make you mine."

The Ring of Doom. When your father was called to hear the Valar’s verdict on his appeal to remarry. That was a full century before Melkor approached your brother for you. 

A hundred years was but the blink of an eye for an elf. Lesser still for a being such as him. But still...A hundred years. He had been seeking me out over a hundred years. Your hands brushed over his hair while he nibbled at your earlobe. The thought of him marking you with his teeth was enough to make your pulse scramble. You grew a little bolder. 

“M-my lord?" You mumbled shyly. "W-would you c-consider marking me?" 

“Bite you, little elf?"

"Y-yes. B-bite me."

Melkor raised his head, his dark eyes darkening even more. You heard a low and otherworldly growl. The sound inflamed you. "If you insist," he said, leaning in and running his tongue over the hollow of your throat. "Turn your head to the side, little elf."

He peppered the soft expanse of your throat with kisses that were bruising and almost violent. Every time his teeth grazed the curve of your neck, your nails would dig into his back. "Melkor," you sighed again. "There. Right there. Oh."

"Now everyone who sees you will know you are mine." He lifted his head and admired the canvas he had made out of your body. When he drew his fingers away, it made you feel strangely empty. "Rest your legs over my hips, little elf." Melkor hovered over you, the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance. "And do not tense. Can you manage this?"

He wanted to claim your maidenhead. You looked up at him, trying to decide what to do. If he did, if you said yes to this, you could never go back. The other acts you could hide in lies, but not this. Never this. No elf would stay married to you once the truth came to light. Your family would never welcome you back. Your father would not wish to ruin the prospects for any child born to his second wife, and your brother… you shivered. You did not want to even think of what Fëanor would do to you. 

Why am I fretting over what others will say, when those others have already turned their backs on me?

Melkor’s knuckles drifted over your throat. He may never ask for you again. He could send you away and carry on like nothing happened. It would would you deeply if he did. But the memories would feel so sweet. 

You made up your mind. You moved your legs over his hips, the insides of your thighs rubbing up against the supple leather of his breeches. It felt strange but wonderful. "I am ready," you whispered.

“I will be gentle," Melkor promised, trembling again. His kiss was soft and so very warm. He kissed you until you were breathless, kissed you until you moaned, and your hold around him tightened. He guided his shaft inch by slow inch into your slit, stopping whenever you whimpered to give you time to breathe. His hand glided over your thigh, your belly, his words a sweet melody in a tongue you had never heard of in your life. It put your entire body at ease. He would move again, now slowly, now gently, filling you in ways you never thought possible. He stopped again, this time after claiming your maidenhood. He looked at you with questioning eyes, as if asking for permission. 

"Yes," you assured him, sighing when he moaned and started to move. 

He was so big, and it felt uncomfortable. And he was gentle, just like he promised. Pain and discomfort slowly gave away to a pleasure that had no name. Every time he moved, every time he found a place that sent jolts of deep ecstasy licking up your spine, you clung to him, moaning his name shamelessly. Melkor’s lips crushed yours in an all-consuming kiss. At your own urging, he went a little deeper, a little harder, a little faster, growling when his hips slapped against the insides of your thighs. It was too much. And not enough. And intoxicating all at the same time. Melkor knelt up and dragged you with him. 

"Kiss me," he demanded, "and make it count."

His fingers dug into the back of your dress, his nails ripping into the fabric the moment your mouth opened over his. His tongue tasted like wine when it pressed against yours, and his hair felt like silk when it slipped around your fingers. A tension that was sweet and drugging grew in your belly. 

"So-something is ha-happening," you mewled, not knowing what it meant. "I... d-do not understand…"

You may not have known, but Melkor did. "Soon, little elf," he whispered, latching onto the curve of your neck. A mixture of kisses and nips of the teeth skimmed over your throat. "A little more. Just a little more."

That soon came faster than you could have thought. Your muscles coiled and tightened, and snapped, like your body was splintering into a million different pieces. You could not think. You could even breathe. You were lost in a sea of untold rapture. You barely felt it, Melkor’s hold on you tightening even as your nails raked over his skin. You barely heard it—a deep grunt of satisfaction when he thrust one last time, and a torrent of his spend filled you.

The world had gone still, so very still. Your thoughts were still muddled when Melkor laid you on your back. You were silent while clarity slowly crept in.  

Melkor had claimed all you willingly gave, and so much more. He made you experience joys you had never experienced before. And now you braced yourself, your heart gripped in agony, thinking he might prove the tales told about him true and send you away, never to seek you out after that. The books did not prepare you for the pain of his rejection. You prepared yourself anyway, your body still shaking when the featherbed sank again under his weight. Melkor threw an arm over your waist and drew you to him. Both arms encircled you now, even as he buried his face in your hair.

"I will have your possessions moved to my chambers. Rest for now, little elf." He mumbled and pressed a chaste kiss over your shoulder. "When you wake up, I will bathe you, and we will dine together. Perhaps you could even read to me."

tags: @lemonivall​ @cilil​ @edensrose​ @wandererindreams​ @asianbutnotjapanese​

[astra-ravana]

Working With Melinoe

Goddess of Ghosts and Nightmares

Colors: Black and white, silver

Herbs: Cypress, yew, mullien, dittany of Crete, willow, poppies, fumitory, lily, saffron, copal, patchouli, myrrh, apple, mandrake, pomegranate, bay laurel, chervil, asphodel, dandelion, rowan, elder, lavender

Crystals: Silver sheen obsidian, sardonyx, tourmilated quartz, black spectralite, orca agate, zebra agate, black opal, black moonstone

Element: Air

Planet: Pluto/Mercury/Moon

Zodiac: Gemini (Cancer)

Metal: Silver

Tarot: Death, Strength

Days: Mondays and Fridays, Samhain, Friday the 13th

Animals: Pied crow, magpie, raven, snakes, black dogs, butterflies

Domains: Ghosts, necromancy, madness (can help with mental health issues) , nightmares (similarly, can help with them and fear of the dark), liminality and liminal spaces, shadow work, nighttime travel, outcasts/"black sheep", darkness and shadows, shadow people, shades and wraiths, funeral rites, clearing spirits, laying souls to rest, investigating haunted places, respect and value for the self

-To some Melinoe also represents the step-parent to step-child relationship as she is not Hades biological daughter. This could be taken further to represent one's chosen family.-

Offerings: Duality symbols (yin-yang, Baphomet, Gemini, etc.), black and white objects/candles, ghost/grave/death themed items, honey, milk, moon water, wine, grave/graveyard soil, tributes left to the dead, coins, flowers, trinkets and charms, doing shadow work and night time meditations

Symbols: Representations of duality, crows, skulls, bones, graves, cemetery gates, cellar doors, death, the moon, rivers

My symbol and sigil for Melinoe

[roachymochi]

Elden Meshi - rating the Lands between creatures by the meal they could provide - 2/???

SOLDIERS

These are people. Don't eat people.

SKELETONS

Not eatable. There's literally not a single nutrient there, they are sentient human being, and they have a major death curse.

LIVING JAR

Dubious. There is a lot of fermented meat in there, but it's most likely not a healthy meal at all. If it's eatable, the smell would be absolutely rancid, surstromming style. Also it's human meat, so don't.

MISBEGOTTEN

They are probably not human human, but they are still too human to think about eating. They would not hesitate to eat you though.

NOBLES

That's a dude. Don't do cannibalism folks. Also they look made unhealthy.

SCHOOL OF GRAVEN MASS

Not eatable. That's a big stone. If there is meat in there, it's human meat, so don't. Studying them my bring intellectual nourishment.

ABNORMAL STONE CLUSTER

Not eatable. That's a bunch of magic stone. The eye may be organic, but if that's the case it's probably a human eye. Who the heck put that thing there?

MOUFLON

Eatable. Plenty of good meat, also maybe it can give some milk. A great choice.

CHANTING WINGED DAME

I don't know if that's a human being or not, but it has a human face and speak so eeeeeeh don't eat her. Also it's constantly lamenting the loss of her stillborn children or something the the mood is horrible.

RUNEBEAR

Eatable with caution. There is a LOT of meat in that beast, but good like killing it. Be careful to take out all the stone fragment in it's flesh before eating. No one know why i grew so huge, may be some unhealthy eating habits. Proceed with caution.

OMEN

Even if he looks fucked up, that's a guy. I say it again but DON'T EAT HUMAN BEINGS, that's a horrible things to do. Why do you keep asking that?

BURNING SLUG

Dubious. If it's eatable, it require a very experience cook with a specific technique and some special tools. Probably an interesting experience to try once but not very glamorous.

FLAME CHARIOT

Dubious. While most of it a machine ad a guy (don't eat the guy), the large oil tank could be useful for cooking and frying. Definitely good to have on and for a nice change of pace.

MARIONETTE SOLDIER

Not eatable. Even if there is no human soul in there, that's just dirt wood and rusty metal.

GLINTSTONE SORCERER

A guy, don't eat him even if he is a dick.

ANCESTRAL FOLLOWER

Don't eat people. A better, more reasonable idea would be to ask if they have a meal to share. People tend to be nice and share food when you don't charge at them with your weapon out and a bloodthirsty stare.

CLAYMAN

Not eatable. That's magic mud, very gross. Maybe it's good for your skin ?

SKELETAL SNAIL

What the heck is that. Is this a joke?

SILVER TEAR

Not eatable. even if it wasn't alive, mercury is extremely toxic and has no nutritional value.

CRUCIBLE KNIGHT

That's a guy, don't it a guy. I bet he can work a grill.

ANTS

Eatable. Nobody's first choice but we make do. The queens provide a huge supply of nutritious juice but it's probably gross.

MALFORMED STAR

Not eatable. it seems to be mostly stones, with a dude's skull for a head?

BASILISK

Eatable. It look gross but it's actually a healthy creature. Be VERY careful when skinning eat or you'll rip the deathblight gland, you'll get stomachache.

WORMFACE

Even if we forget the whole don't eat people thing for a second, there is no way that thing is healthy to eat. Maybe you can cook the worms but i would advise against it.

RED WOLF OF RADAGON

Eatable. Like any other wolf, but maybe it's sentient.

CRYSTAL SNAIL

Eatable. Require a lot of time and skill to take out all the crystals, but safe to eat otherwise.

WRAITH CALLER

That's a guy, even if he's got four arms. Some of them got horses but they look skinny and sick.

ALBINAURIC

Not eatable. That is still probably a guy, also they are full of Mercury. Some dudes in Volcano manor definitely already tried eating them, but they are not a good exemple to follow for making morality choice.

REVENANT

Not much humanity left in this thing, but still would fill cannibaly. Also it's undead, constantly vomiting poison, and an horrible amalgation of corpses who act like it want to had your body to the mass. Probably not very healthy to eat.

GRAFTED SCION

A Human creature, not a moral things to eat. While there may be some animal meat in there, nobody feel good about trying it.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Mercury: Misty Breaths

Designer's Reflection: Misty Breaths

Obtained: top-up for Tides and Flames event

Rarity: SSR

Attribute: Gold/Elegant

Awakened Suit: Dark Contracts

Story - transcripts from Designer's Reflection

Chapter 1 - Beneath the Ice

Chapter 2 - Spirit in the Lake

Chapter 3 - Forgotten Sagas

Chapter 4 - Black Tide Rising

Story - summarized

Mercury and his group finally found the Altar of Arionus, located at the bottom of Lake Bovaly. With the assistance of the Water Elf King's gem, he followed the path into the lake and down a dark passage.

And there, still preserved after all this time, was the stone altar. A misty wraith guarded it, emitting shrieks and screams. But Mercury was not deterred. Instead, he approached the spirit and declared himself a friend of the Water Elves.

The dark mist revealed itself to be Flo, one of the earliest and most devout followers of Arionus. He was there to witness the scorn of the other Elf Gods, as well as how Hephaes led to his great god's demise. Indignant and vindictive, Flo would do anything to restore the great God of Water.

Mercury announced that he had a plan to awaken the long-lost god, but he needed help revitalizing the New Moon gem. Flo readily agreed, and the last of his ghost faded into vapor as he transferred power into the gem.

Now, Mercury could uphold his end of the deal struck with the Water Elf King: he would awaken Arionus, break the oath binding the Water Elves to the deep sea, and assist in the downfall of Pigeon Kingdom and the Light Elves.

But he wouldn't do this for altruism. All he wanted was a glimpse of the power of the Abyss, and he needed Arionus back to do that.

Connections

-Mercury made a deal with the Water Elf King in Startide Dream. Now, he's fulfilling that deal by triggering the events of the Tides and Flames hell event.

-While Mercury craves the power of the Abyss, he still knew the risk of the Goddess of Desire's presence in Miraland and worked alongside the rest of the Shining Nikki cast during the Angel and Demon hell event. He provided resources to the other three factions.

-Flo has met Hephaes, but in Arionus' Reflection for Lost Tides, Flo didn't trust Hephaes one bit, and the moment the other Elf Gods ambushed Arionus, Flo was quick to pin the blame on Hephaes as a betrayal.

-This is not the first time Mercury wasn't the narrator of his own story: the first half of Startide Dream, the full story for Nightmist Aria, Daybreak Overture, Snow Song, and Reminiscence of Flower (to name a few) either feature another character narrating the story or none at all.

Fun Facts

-Even though we've seen Mercury make the deal with the Water Elf King before, this is the first time a mark or emblem has been mentioned.

-This Reflection is a prologue to the hell event, even to the Moon Memories.

-It's never clear if the New Moon gem is the same blue gem the Water Elf King gave to Mercury the day the young boy left the Pigeon palace. But it fits the description.

-While Mercury knows that gods exist, he doesn't worship any and sees them merely as pawns, like the mortals he meets.

[evecolourshock]

For the Impression ask game (your choice, any/all of):

Ed

Flynn

Eos and/or Clarke (If you'll do OCs)

Mercury

Sark

Character of your choice from any media that is not Tron (not sure what other media you're into)

Oooo, many choices!!!

Hmm

I'll do Ed (both canon and your version), Flynn (Canon only), Sark... and Jake Kesey (from The Wraith - bonus non-Tron character). I haven't interacted with Mercury, your version of Flynn, or Eos and Clarke, enough to form opinions of them.

Now, I saw Legacy first, and then the original film, so my initial thoughts on the Tron characters are biased that way.

First impressions:

Ed (canon) : Sassy smug kid. Why's he there.

Ed (yours) : All The Therapy for this one. Someone hug him.

Flynn : Old man with good intentions in his past that have come back to bite him. Interesting but where's the substance?

Sark : I don't know if you're an actual threat, or comedic relief.

Jake : Huh. (Literally just huh. Was more focused on the cool car and ignored the people).

Impression now:

Ed (canon) : so many missed opportunities. Also wouldn't it be neat if there was a symmetry in him helping Sam, with his father not defining him, to save the Grid and Encom instead of... we had less than a minute of a throwaway Dillinger, and two hours of Sam making himself a damsel in distress by trying to be the hero and failing.

Ed (yours) : ...I will fistfight the universe if that's what it takes for him to experience happiness without a spectre hanging over him.

Flynn : WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU going from the wildcard in the original film to... that. In Legacy. There's age and stupid decisions, and then there's somehow becoming the most oblivious bastard known to man and Program. I hate the Legacy version SO MUCH.

Sark : oh buddy you're in far too much over your head here. Still not an actual threat.

Jake : ....yesss gettem you funky undead gremlin.

Favourite moment:

Ed (canon) : the miniscule bit of screentime we're given, because that's all we have.

Ed (yours) : him and Sam doodling flowers on Eve and each other. So cute.

Flynn : "that's a really big door" (goofy dork). Also the part where he philosophises at Tron when Tron's figured out he's a User.

Sark : his "oh shit" face during one of the chats he has with the MCP. Blink and you'll miss it, but so funny.

Jake : blowing holes in cars with a supernaturally-powered shotgun while in a really cool full-body-leather suit and blank helmet (hey that's familiar...). I could not make this up if I tried.

Idea for a story:

Ed (canon) : what does he get up to outside of work. Literally anything.

Ed (yours) : Ed Finds Happiness And Nothing Goes Wrong. I don't care how this happens.

Flynn : exploration of why he ends up Like That in Legacy - as far as I know and remember, Uprising didn't give us any of this and neither did Betrayal, as they both focus more on the Program characters than the human ones.

Sark : what was he like when he was new? What would he be like without the MCP commanding him? (Wanting to explore both of these in Serendipity, but haven't got there yet.)

Jake : no story ideas as such, just wanting him to go to other places in the States and... dealing with... their gang problems because he died because of one psychopath ringleader and he's not about to let others suffer the same fate.

Unpopular Opinions:

Ed (canon) : none, mostly because we don't see enough of him to form an opinion.

Ed (yours) : I don't... know if I can have an unpopular opinion about him? I love him too much. Maybe... idk, he needs a "guard dog friend" who's stuck by him for incomprehensible reasons to all (including him). I know he has everyone in our RPs (and others in other RPs!) but... yeah. That's the only thing I can think of.

Flynn : I've seen it around a lot, so it's probably not an unpopular opinion, but his character in Legacy is a disservice to the one he played in the original. I have no idea how he got from point A to point B, and it annoys me.

Sark : probably the whole comedic relief thing. He's just... kind of a non-issue, typical evil-character's mostly incompetent SIC character.

Jake : Why, of all people, did Charlie Sheen have to be the actor for this guy. Also the whole romance subplot was very 80's, and unnecessary.

Favourite relationship:

Ed (canon) : we never see one. However, I like imagining he's head over heels for a tiny barista who looked a would-be mugger dead in the eye when he threatened her with a switchblade and pulled out a Bowie knife in retaliation.

Ed (yours) : all the sibling relationships he's accumulated. Buddy you have a family now.

Flynn : whatever he has with Alan. Also the bit we see of him and Ram.

Sark : he has none we can see aside from the whatever with the MCP. I like imagining he has an "admire from afar" kind of relationship with Yori, because she scares him.

Jake : he has a brother, and goes out of his way even as a vengeful undead to spend time with said brother. Very cute sibling bond.

Favourite headcanon:

Ed (canon) : see the relationships point above.

Ed (yours) : ooh, so many... probably the crochet. I like thinking of him making things.

Flynn : can't keep a shirt for 5 minutes without damaging it or spilling something on it. Ranges from "spilled my water" to "how the fuck is this thing rags now, I bought it yesterday and have worn it for ten minutes". Only affects shirts he's bought himself.

Sark : those horn-things double as handles, and it's possible to pick him up by them and carry him around like a disgruntled kitten.

Jake : can't sing. Loves to sing. The spooky car he was gifted when he came back for revenge has thrown him out more than once because it can't take any more of his yowling.

[tempest-toss]

Excerpt of a Book - "On the Subject of Failed Ascensions"

((Authors note: Muns, Mods, Muses, and ANons are free to interact/react/send questions! The list is a bit long but there is more exposition underneath it!))

[... the page is torn and easily damaged, it seems someone doesn't want the methods of ascension to be read...]

Ascension is not as easy as one might think from the above. Whether it is misuse of items, improper invocation, or by a strand of bad luck, a failure to ascend can occur.

Failed ascensions are never the same. Some are instantaneous and immediately corrupts and poisons the sanity and will of the afflicted. Others are not immediately changed, but do begin their cruel metamorphosis, having to live through the pain of the physical and the slipping of their mind.

No two failures are the same but depending on the deity invoked to help power the ascension, or area of power sought, the failure can have similar aspects. The following is a known list that gives examples of this.

Some names of failures - Area of power sought - Common Characteristics

B. Vessels, Half-Vampires, Giant Bats, Arteries, Choleric Phlegm - Blood and Vampirism - Excessive and never-ending bleeding, loss of speech, thin body and tall stature, exposed veins ____

SkullFaces, Reapers - Death - Loss of flesh, bone growth, the ones with more success gain a death touch, cloak fused with body ____

Ghouls, Living Coffins - Life - Paled skin, forced to retain fragments of humanity, increased durability ____

Wraith, living creep, Shadow tags - Darkness - Aversion to light, limited mobility, death by purity ~~~~~~

Corrupted wolves, Werewolf lords, tree people, and more - Nature - Territorial, more prone to feralness, mostly animal/rare to have human qualities left, when dies becomes grass or other nature ~~~~~~

Corrupted merfolk, Starfish fragments, Jellyfish - Ocean - rare ability to breathe outside of water permanently, animalistic, always covered in scales ~~~~~~

Cordyceps, Spore Factories - Mushrooms - loss of brain control, ability to spread corruption ~~~~~~~

Heartless, the huggers - Love - hearts physically exposed, distorted voices, inhuman strength ~~~~~~~~~

Flesh lumps, fleshlings, the fused - Flesh - Abominations, mish-mash of flesh and organs, often has no mouth yet screams ~~~~~~

Fortune-tellers, Great Sages, the predictor - Fate - Lack of eyes, telepathy, violent and uncontrollable twitches, often take a form resembling a tarot card. ~~~~~~~~

Fox-kin, Three tailed kits, shapeshifters - Trickery - Talks in lying rhymes, fox tails, inability to speak negatively about the kitsune deity, uncontrollable laughter ~~~~~~~~

The crow swarm, the lightning striker, "Mede" - The Sky - Never-ending feathers, often stuck between human and bird, loss of vocal cords. _______

Clockbearers, cog sentinels, the minuteman's guards - Time - Loss of any emotion, loyal to a master, constant loud clanking noises ______

Puppeteers, Melts, Ladies in Red, Sneaking Statues - Arts - Loss of bodily autonomy, fear of being looked at, aggressive if touched, full retention of fate ______

Fused Gunners, The gladiator, Eyesniper - War - Heightened aggression, loss of distinguishing features, attacks indiscriminately, always clothed in some form of battle attire (fused to skin) ______

The Leprosed, Crow Maulers, Spewers, Bloodied Medic - Pestilence/Sickness - Rots immediately after death, often packed with contamination, crow and raven aesthetics. Either crows or coughs, all have crow tail feathers. ______

The inhabited, Atlas Moths, The Alien - Insects - Dies almost instantly to fire, hive mind, often feel compelled by stronger powers, obsessed with turning locale into a hive. Various bug features are seen, from wings to proboscis to stingers _______

Astroid cluster, "Mercury" - Space - Floats, beautiful coloring, lack of aggression, dies without warning ________

Book Stack, Learners, The Professor - Knowledge - Growth of brain matter, telepathy, often the exterior changes to leather and paper, horrible at fighting ~~~~~~~~

Moon Dust, the Forgotten, "Laika" - Moon - Often borrows from other domains, has no gravity, is aggressive, and is rarely seen (heightened chance of dying immediately after failing. ~~~~~~~

Ifrit, Bound-Demon, "The Influencer" - Evil - Often takes a form enticing to an opponent, banished by holy objects and faith, horns and spaded tails, grotesque claws, almost always has a sneer, loss of all prior memories. ~~~~~~~

Bodybuilders, "The Coach", Barbelled - Strength - Aggressive, avoid at all costs!, heightened senses, slow speed, abnormal growth of muscular tissue, no known weaknesses ~~~~~~~

Flame Atronarch, Phoenixes, Coal Sprites - Fire - Constantly aflame, will not chase prey that enters the water, afraid of caves. ~~~~~~

Wisps, the Fallen, Tethered Corpses - Spirits - Incorporeal, tangible enough to harm but most attacks fail, usually melancholy, often begs for opponents to kill it. ~~~~~

Three-winged angels, "The Blind One" - Purity - Flaming wings, often has eyes covered up, senses one based on how corrupt they are, will focus on other failed ascensions before a human. ~~~~~~~

Golems, Sand Shifters, Geode Clusters - Earth - Slow movers, often coated in sand, retention of humanity, shattered if stressed ~~~~~

"Carolers", The festivites, The grapevines - Drunken festivities - Smells of grapes, drunk, easily irritable, disfigured appearance, almost never seen without a mask. !!!!!!

The Bloated, the Starved, Foodies - Sustenance - Disfigured bodies, only has brain functions relating to food or drink. In the case of "Foodies", their body becomes a foodstuff

Not included in the list above are domains that have too few entities to report, and many of the niche and very minor domains (such as horses)

It should be noted that the domains of Unity and Family, do not have any failed ascensions, as all who invoke their domain will die instantly if used to ascend. It has yet to be confirmed as to why or how.

Maybe if one were to ask...

[The rest of the page is worn...]

[thatonepikminperson]

Stone Wraith, Mercury Wraith, and Floral Wraith.

Let's start with the first of the three, the Floral Wraith, who may or may not be inspired by the Pom Wraith AU. (It is)

Floral Wraiths are a Solid type of Wraith, very rare to find now-a-days. These guys get along with all plant creatures, and it is the ONLY wraith type that Pikmin trust. The Floral Wraith is a small Wraith, with the dump truck part of the Water Wraith (We both know what I’m talking about here), being for the legs. It has tiny green goopy arms and a giant flower as its “face.” This flower will range in the center’s color, but the petals are guaranteed to be black.

These Wraith’s power comes from the pollen that can be found on any of the flowers they create. This pollen shuts down a few key places of a creature's minds, most commonly the ones that cause creatures to think clearly. With this, the Floral Wraith can make the creature do anything they want, and believe anything they say. It really just gaslights the creature into doing/believing anything really. As they say, Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss.

These Wraiths are not affected by Lumiknolls.

The Floral Wraith, whose name is Rose, or Uncle Rose, is mostly a good guy. MOSTLY. Man's will still side with Ref over Pom on 90% of things, but he doesn't abuse the kid like she does. He just mainly tries to keep Pom in line via GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS. (Sorry I had to lol). He's very laid back, and very not formal about anything. His only big sin, aside from the gaslighting, is supporting Ref over Pom.

(Stone and Mercury are down here!)

Mercury Wraiths are some of the most feared Wraiths known to most of the planet. The Mercury Wraith looks like a mid-sized Plasma Wraith, with its nubs on its head being chains. At the end of these chains are cuffs, designed to launch onto other creatures in order to impose its own will on the creature. These are also used to slowly eat away at the creature, until it’s part of its mass. The only way the Wraith gains power is if it consumes something that is more powerful than itself.

These Wraiths are technically a type of mixed Wraith, being between a Plasma and Gas Wraith, but the Gas Wraith’s consciousness is entirely gone, just leaving the Plasma. Thanks to the whole, being a mixed Wraith thing, it has a wonderful voice that lures in creatures. (Like a siren) Once they get close, it attaches itself to the creature and eats it alive. It sometimes uses the creature to attack other creatures. The Wraith has become infamous for its style of attack, as well for what it eats. The Wraith is generally avoided by most creatures, especially its prey, other Wraiths. Luckily for the other Wraiths, this creature only hunts other Wraiths every 16 seasons, or 4 years. 

Oh yeah, also not affected by Lumiknolls and is a Type 3 Mixed Wraith, which is when a Mixed Wraith is created, but there is only ONE consciousness. (It’s 3 because it’s way less common than the other two, so it gets third place.)

Now, that might seem like a weird thing for a Wraith apart of the family, but the Mercury Wraith, named Mery, doesn't want to eat any of her family members. Really. She likes them, and would rather hunt other Wraiths. And when that time comes, her family (Most commonly Dave or Ref) helps her hunt other Wraiths down. She's a very shy Wraith, and often tries not to talk. She grew up with Pom for a little bit, and view him as her lost, confused brother that she has to get back, at any cost.

Stone Wraiths is a mix of the Plasm Wraith and the Reflective Wraith. They are made up of grey stone, having the body shape of a Plasm. Their head nubs are giant hands that extend outwards just a bit and then downwards, creating large stone gauntlets. They use these to move around, as the Stone Wraith is incredibly small. 

Stone Wraiths take the form of a creature, either one that is currently dead or alive, that they’ve seen out in the wild. They then stay still, like a stone statue, until an unsuspecting creature walks up to them, and well, gets a little surprise. They reside in caves, lined with real statues of real people, and creatures. They can even do this to other Wraiths, but it’s incredibly hard for them to pull it off. 

Depending on the personalities of the Reflective and Plasm Wraiths, they might fight from time to time. If the two created a combined consciousness, and they fight, the consciousness is kicked out of control and one or both of them take over. If it gets too unstable, or the Core is broken in half, then the two Wraiths will split up, leaving behind their Stone Wraith form. 

These Wraiths are affected by Lumiknolls, and is a Type 2 Mixed Wraith.

The Stone Wraith, or known by her current space person's last name, Printen Shepherd, is one of the few Wraiths in the family who thinks before acting (Seriously, Dave and her are like the only ones that do this). She's very head strong, and knows what she wants. She's super good friends with Ref though, and will side with her on anything and everything. As expected, Pom doesn't like her very much. She does love him, seeing him as her lost son, and she is willing to hurt him and anyone he loves to get him back to his "Normal Self."

[jasina85]

After many years of trying and repeatedly bouncing off, I've finally finished reading Mage the Ascension 20th corebook.

Overall enjoyed what I read, couple of things I still don't quite grasp, but hey, it name-dropped a Craft of Lilith-worshipping mages, and it made me immediately go do a short write-up for them, so it has to have done something right.

Still not really too keen on the Reckoning metaplot on the whole (no, I'm never forgiving the Void Engineers for nuking Wraith), buuuut... I like some ideas behind the New Horizon Council and the evolutions of the Traditions. Mercurial Elite is still an incredible downgrade from Virtual Adepts tho.

So yeah, overall, I can dig it. It's not going to dethrone Vampire or Werewolf as my favorite gamelines, but I think it earned itself a spot on my list.

[missallyblue]

I lied! The Battletech spam ain’t over. I added a light lance, so now we have...

Stalker, Marauder II, Atlas, Atlas again, Black Knight, Highlander (there can only be one), King Crab, Orion, Victor, Longbow, Warhammer, Zeus, Archer, Catapult, Phoenix Hawk, Crusader, Blackjack, Centurion, Hunchback, Wraith, Exterminator, Sentinel, Raven, Trebuchet (the superior siege weapon), Wasp, Enforcer, Blackjack (again), Jenner, Mercury, Locust, Panther, Wolfhound.

Or, in other words, a fuckload of mechs. Drop weight is just shy of 2000 tons. In terms of Alpha Strike point value? About 1k? A bit more?

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

To stop Amazon plunder, Brazil must change hearts and minds

In late January, harrowing pictures from the Yanomami Indigenous reserve began popping up on Brazilian social media. Emaciated children with famine-bloated bellies stared at nothing. Adults reduced to wraiths languished in hammocks. Rescue choppers airlifted dire cases to critical care. The stricken were not victims of a natural disaster or deadly pathogen, but of an all-too-familiar Brazilian affliction: human plunder, waved on by the highest authorities.

It is encouraging that the new government has declared a health emergency and dispatched first responders to northern Roraima state, where Brazil meets Venezuela — the epicenter of the Amazon gold rush. President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva visited a crowded Indigenous infirmary in Boa Vista, the state capital. Later this week, the armed forces are expected to begin removing the roughly 20,000 garimpeiros, or miners, who have been razing the forest and menacing its inhabitants.

This will be the easy part. Brazil has the technology, troops and know-how to strangle the gold miners’ supply chain, which depends on excavation machines, mercury, boats and small airplanes. In 1992, on the eve of a landmark United Nations Conference on Environment and Sustainable Development hosted by Brazil, security forces and environmental officials evicted some 40,000 garimpeiros from Roraima. Brasilia went on to set aside 37,320 square miles for the Yanomami. Sadly, it has yet to demarcate that safe space in Brazilian hearts and minds.

Continue reading.

[peasant-player]

That is very interesting!

Is sauron not known for heat though ?

So my idea is this :

Melkor had some ice maiars in his ranks.

The weapons are cast forged. Since it is impossible to heat and form it. Like we did with bronze swords in the past!

The good news is if you able to make armor or swords out of mercury :

It is literally unbreakable!

The tensile strength means the strength it takes for a material to break while putting it under stress.

As a example alloyed titanium has a tensile strength of 650-1250mpa!

Way below mercury.

But I don't think that the Nazguls had those kind of blades when they where mortals as humans normally have a body temperature over -38°C

But as wraiths?

Sure

I mean we don't know the body temperature of them as they are literally invisible and lost their bodies!

And they don't like fire!

Understandable if your armor and weapons literally melts of you in the moment the temperature rises!!

Now another question:

Are then the ancient enchanted númenórian blades just really hot butter knives?

My fiancee and I were discussing the worst metal to use to make armor, and the obvious answers are lead and gold, but she cunningly suggested mercury. Which is a fair point, but then I wondered if solid mercury is any good. Googling told me that the melting point of mercury is -38° c (-37° f), so first you get it really fucking cold. At that point, it turns out that mercury has a tensile strength of 1900 mpa, compared to lead’s 18 and steel’s ~500-940 (depending upon the kind of steel).

Now, I know that tensile strength is not necessarily the best measure of a material’s ability to function as armor, but I’m a liberal arts major and didn’t care to actually do that much more research before going straight to, “EVIL ICE DEMONS IN MERCURY ARMOR. THE PCS CAN’T LOOT IT BECAUSE WHEN THEY PUT IT ON IT MELTS AND KILLS THEM.”

[teltinsurvivor]

Unusual Associations Meme

tagging @stxsis and @justiicar

Weather: Heavy thunderstorm with lightning sprites.

Color: Khaki green, deep orange, black.

Sky: Feathery clouds blurring the stars of the night sky.

Magical power: Pyrokinesis. Cursing also fits Jack so well though.

Houseplant: Poison Ivy.

Weapon: Biotic shockwave. Close second is her shotgun with warp ammo.

Subject: True crime.

Social Media: DeviantArt. Close second is prisonpenpals.

Make Up Product: Dark glossy lipstick or black eyeliner.

Fear: Cerberus regaining control of her, hospitals, total silence.

Ice Cube Shape: Penguins. Fucking penguins, yes.

Method of Long distance travel: Normandy.

Art style: Anything surreal and morbid, graffiti, comic.

Mythological creature: Wraith.

Piece of stationery: Red pen that looks like a syringe.

Three Emojis: 🔥☠️🏴‍☠️

Celestial body: Mercury.

[strykingback]

BLCK The Story So Far.... Part 2

Volume 6-

Despite a Major victory over the Scions of Salem, a reunited Team BLCK and RWBY needed time to rest especially after a hard fought battle. In which Louvel would enter a two-week coma due to how much stress he placed on his body. Which within his coma he would encounter an inherited memory from his past of an ancestor talking with someone about a "Scion of Darkness" that the Silver Order must destroy.

Thus after he wakes up and is nursed back to health thanks to the efforts of Professor Lionheart and Yang, he checks the condition of his weapon which is chipped and nearly about to break. To which Louvel explains to everyone that he needs his weapon repaired by a professional Shinbaori swordsmith who can repair his weapon. With everyone questioning where they can find a blacksmith. His answer? The ancient home of the Shinbaori. As it is his mission to have it be repaired as soon as possible so he can return to the battle.

However, on the other hand Professor Lionheart and Qrow informs everyone about the criminal underground entering a war to control it has started to spill out onto the streets. The four gangs that are in combat are the Poppies, The Spiders, The Order of Nobunaga, and the Wraith Clan. Corona who is aware of these gangs steps up claiming that this feels like a homecoming for her and that its time for her to deal with the Spiders once and for all. With everyone being conflicted Louvel suggests that everyone splits into groups, one group will come with him to the Shinbaori village the other will help support Corona.

Louvel's group consisting of Sun, Illia, Lie Ren, Yang, Blade, Raven, and Ruby. While Corona's consists of Nora, Weiss, Pyrrah, Blake, Kazura, Qrow, and Outsider.

Professor Lionheart also reveals that soon he will be entering exile despite the pleas from his assistant and the Mistralian Council, to which he hands Louvel the map to the ancient Shinbaori village, and for Corona an ancient Mistralian arrow to come in handy if she needs it when the time is right.

As everyone heads off onto their missions, the Scions of Salem are punished for their failure by Salem and her newest Seat of Vanity. As Emerald and Mercury believe their "friend" Cinder is dead. Which they have a chat with Hazel about their beliefs and such. Which Hazel tries to remind himself about his mission to "Kill Ozpin" after what happened to his sister, however, he is now conflicted about it due to Ozpins consciousness being transferred into a child. Yet, before they can continue the conversation thew new Seat of Vanity informs them of their new mission to intercept the group heading to the Shinbaori Village.

Back with Louvel's group they are traveling through the Omoikane Forest, they pass through many puzzles meant to ward away any bandits or entire towns from coming across the Shinbaori. Once through the "Path of the Wolves Riddles" they encounter Kintaro who immediately clashes with the group, attempting to ward them away only when Louvel uses a a new Wolf Art. Ninth Art: Howling Moonstrike. It is enough for Kintaro to stop fighting as the rest of the Shinbaori warriors including Louvel's caretaker Kannon. They are all shocked to see someone had made it but also someone who knows the Wolf arts, which the group is brought to their master.

Back in Mistral, Corona's Group begins their investigation into the Criminal Underground of Mistral discovering that the Poppies have already been defeated as they are captured by the Order of Nobunaga who has never seen Hunters in the underground before due to their reluctance, but explains how the war began from their Chief Leader. As before the Underground had rules in place. They allowed all sorts of people, Mercenaries, Criminals, Gangs, or even the downtrodden in. Yet, they all had to follow the rules by the top leader The Krakens. However, after the Krakens were unknowingly destroyed by an unseen force, War began to break out and The Order of Nobunaga seeks to reclaim that top status, which they promise protection and to clean up the mess left behind by their war. In which Corona agrees to help them.

Back with Louvel's group they encounter the Grand Master of the Neo-Shinbaori, Masamune Shinba, in which he is shocked to see his descendant and was never made aware that his bloodline found a way to survive and thrive with the wolf arts. Which he wonders why he has come all this way. Louvel would explain that his sword needs repairs as he shows him his damaged weapon, as Masamune is further left in awe that this was once his sword when he was younger. Now seeing it manage to make it to this era despite the damage from his battle with Cinder makes him more overjoyed... as he gives out an official order for his allies to be trained by each member of the Neo-Shinbaori.

With Corona's group they encounter their first battle with the Wraith Clan and their leader, which Blake and Corona disposes of them and discovers a terrifying secret. The Spiders has plans to kill the Mistralian Council, in which Corona tells to the Order of the Nobunaga clan as they prepare to face off against the Spiders.

Back with Louvels group, they are trained by each member of the Neo-Shinbaori as Louvel meets the swordsmith repairing his sword Kai, a fox faunus, who was once a Shinbaori Warrior but retired after suffering a wound. In which he hands over his newly repaired Katana however, before he could he tells Louvel to meet with Masamune along with Ruby. in which the warrior reveals that he was once a Silver-Eyed Warrior and nearly slain Salem which shocks Ruby and Louvel, as he tells that Salem never knew fear before nor the strength of the Silver-Eyed Warriors in which when she ran from him and wounded him in the process he regretted not slaying her when he had the chance as she would go on to tell her Scions about the Silver Eyed Warriors killing any they encounter. Which Louvel vows to slay Salem with everything he has, in which Masamune and Louvel spar together ending with Louvel being victorious but the alarm is sounded as the Scions of Salem begin their assault on the Shinbaori village.

Corona would then end up getting captured by the Spiders by Melanie and Miltia as Lil Miss Malachite, would then begin to torture Corona slowly, but the sniper does not break. Knowing full well that she knew what she had to do. Yet, as soon as the Mistralian government was killed she would be next, only for Corona to say. You first. As her group comes to her rescue as Corona now faces off against her once affiliated gang saying that this was her "Graduation" from being a slave to a Gang to now being a free bird as Lil Miss Malachite reveals her affiliation being with the Scions of Salem..

Louvel's group faces off against the newly seated Seat of Vanity revealing themselves to be Shuten-Douji the Seat of Violence, as he is now been turned into a Grimm-Hybrid. Which enrages the wolf faunus to see his own brother in arms fall so far, as he attempts to enter the Violent Wolf State but hesitates, knowing full well that he could die if he tries to push himself to that limit. Yet, Louvel would immediately use a wolf art against him making the Grimm Honey Badger faunus step back out of fear, but its only when Kai enters stating its his final fight too as both he and Louvel double team against the grimm-faunus.

With Corona's group they all enter combat against Lil Miss Malachites gang as they know they have to prevent them from reach the top ground, as The Order of Nobunaga joins in on the fight as well. Assisting Corona as she battles her once "Handler" with renewed ferocity, and before she can lay down the final strike she is immediately countered as Lil Miss Malachite renounces her humanity becoming a Grimm Hybrid and soon declaring herself, The Seat Of Manipulation. Which finally, Corona grits her teeth as she prepares herself to face off against the hybrid until she is joined by Mizunami Musashi, a member of the Mistralian Government but also a Shinbaori Warrior.

Kai and Louvel fight against Shuten Douji together but soon he overpowers them with a Grimm Death Art. making the two struggle harder than before, as finally he kills Kai as the fox faunus smiles at Louvel telling him one thing. "To Awaken the Enlightened Wolf." as the wolf faunus hesitates again to the point of panicking, in which he takes a deep breath and starts to focus on Good and Bad times. Unleashing the Tenth Art: Enlightened Wolf against his brother as he beheads him ending the Seat of Violence. To which Shuten realizes that despite being an illegitimate brother to Louvel loved him all the same hugging his brother and crying in his arms as Shuten also cries telling him that Orochi is also one of the Scions of Salem as well... as he fades away into nothingness with Louvel understanding that he needs to find a way to save Orochi as well.

Back with Corona she and Mizunami fight against Lil Miss Malachite as they are pushed to their limit as Corona loads up her final arrow which was none other than the Ancient Arrow she was given to by Professor Lionheart as she fires it at Lil Miss Malachite as it is similar to that of a shooting star striking her ending the Seat of Manipulation. To which after this A Screecher as a messenger and a member of the Mistralian government goes to Ozpin who is shocked at the news of two Seats of Vanity being killed, as he excitedly states that his is a blessing and an Omen as Ozpin states through Oscar that they will definitely defeat Salem this time.... and end her once and for all.

Volume 7-

Salem mobilizes the Seats of Vanity sending Omega and Orochi who are both the number three and number two of the Seats of Vanity after Team RWBY, BLCKOUT, and SPNL are heading to Argus with the Relic of Knowledge after losing two Seats of Vanity (Even though one was proclaimed)

The Guardians of Light encounter Omega on the train heading to Argus and ends up getting separated. Where Blake, Corona, Weiss, Outsider, Nora, and Lie Ren are rescued by Cashmere who takes them to the Ruins of Light where they meet the Grimm Titan of Benevolence Exaltia, while Yang, Louvel, Blade, Ruby, Weiss,Oscar, Sun, and Pyrra Qrow meet Cala Maria as they are taken to her home where they can rest.

Desperate to learn more information about Salem, Oscar/Ozpin gives Ruby his blessing to use the Relic of Knowledge, while Exaltia informs the other half about Salem, revealing her immortality. While their resolve is shaken by the revelation however, Louvel and Lie Ren solve it as it was not a manner of How to defeat Salem. But WHO can defeat Salem.

Ruby and Blade's group are attacked by Theta (Outsider's sister) and her massive pack of raptors, when Cala Maria reveals the guide to help Ruby unleash her silver eyed powers, unleashing it for the first time ever and saving her friends, as Exaltia senses it and sends everyone else to their position as Cala Maria reveals herself to be the famed Grimm Reaper.

Cala Maria explains that there were once many Silver Eyed Warriors like herself, who created a unit called the Silver Order. In which many of them would fight to preserve life by any means necessary as it was created by Ozpin when he discovered a key weakness to the Grimm. Despite everything, mankind and faunuskind both feared and grew jealous of their power. Thus the Silver War began and ended with the leader of the Silver Eyed Warriors ending it by cutting off her own eyes and happily stating that they too will stand out of the way for other hunters as they realize what man had done to the people that were protecting them.

Ruby is left shocked as they travel to Argus, saying her farewell to them as they head to the City on the Coast of Mistral, to negotiate a means of travel with the Hound of Pride, Colonel Cordovin and her commanding officer. Only allowing Weiss to return to Atlas but not anyone else. As currently a Grimm Titan is in the vicinity that being Perseus.

Pyrra is aware that Jaune has family here as everyone meets one of his older sisters, as Kazura and Pyrra sadly explain about his death to which she stops them as they understand about his death. That she was glad he was able to die knowing that he did his very best to become a Hunter as he had dreams of being one just like their father. With her crying happily knowing he died in the arms of friends.

The Guardians of Light would then encounter Orochi who has already instigated the Grimm Titan of the Seas, Perseus to rise utilizing a device built by Professor Watts to mimic the Grimm Titan of Malevolence, Imperius' own roar. The Guardians of Light would fight against him but lose as he easily overpowers them and states that fighting like that won't get them very far and that they have to put everything on the line when fighting a Seat of Vanity. As Orochi decides to spare them when Perseus makes landfall and fades away.

Immediately, Cordovin battles Perseus, aware of the Titan as both have a long rivalry that needs to be settled, while the Guardians of Light help to evacuate the city as quick as they can. Yet, Cordovin would deal what seemed like a killing blow on the Titan, which only enraged Perseus as he enters his Burning Rage mode nearly destroying Cordovin's mech and with another seemingly killing blow from her, forces the Titan into a wounded retreat. As Cashmere and her commanding officer scolds her. As the actual Imperius would be making landfall in mere hours.

The Guardians of Light take a Sub down to the ruins of what was once the "Greatest Trading Port" in Old Remnant during the Age of Antiquity. As they discover that Perseus was once its guardian as they fire a "Dust Nuke" for the Titan to absorb and use its energy to heal him and re-energize the Titan. Grateful he unleashes a heat ray towards the sky calling for help from Exaltia and Aelius who comes to his aid.

Imperius makes landfall in Argus and battles the Grimm Titans Exaltia, Perseus, and Aelius while also hunting for the Guardians of Light who also assists the Titans wherever they can. Thankfully after Ruby uses her Silver Eyes along with Exaltias special ability it forces a wounded Imperius into retreat as the Moth Titan reclaims her crown as Queen of the Grimm Titans but further extends it to Perseus and Aelius making them the King of the Grimm Titans of the Sea and the Grimm Titans of the Skies.

The Guardians Of Light stay behind in Argus to help with rebuilding the city, but Outsider senses something that his sister is coming and is ready to leave. However the next day his sister comes in a mutated form along with her pack. In Which the Guardians of Light and the Argus unit of the Atlesian Military battles against it and ends with the efforts of Outsider and One-Eye, A Grimm T-Rex that SPNL, Ruby, Blade and Outsider encountered. As finally they are allowed to travel to Atlas.

Upon arriving in Atlas, they are ambushed by an invasion force as it is revealed that The Founding Crisis was the result of the death of Artorias' King who was poisoned by his own son who was a Scion of Salem along with his brother who took control of the Government. As Blade feels its his fault for causing an attack to happen on Atlas because he killed Daedalus Amadeus.

Volume 8-

The Guardians of Light arrive in an invasion-sieged Mantle, as they help wherever they can. As Ruby and Blade reunite with Penny who sadly does not remember them after repelling the invasion force as they are captured by the Ace Ops, taking them to General Ironwood who is shocked and happy to see them all okay. Offering them the chance to become hunters in Atlas.

Upon becoming Hunters after a six month timeskip, they encounter Robyn Hill a disgraced Atlesian soldier who informs them that working with Atlas will lead them to their deaths. As she tries to tell Blake and Yang this but the duo do not trust her nor will they give the information that Ironwood has given them to ensure the world is reconnected. However, Robyn explains why she doesnt trust Atlas as she was a soldier during the Brumelian-Atlesian war and was backstabbed by her own government because of her unit the Happy Hunters being a major threat. Thus Yang and Blake hand over the information... as they both promise not to tell their teams about it.

Kazura also speaks with Ironwood about his father falling out with him as he is saddened by how far Brumel and Atlas has fallen, understanding that the position of a leader is hard. Which Ironwood also vents saying that he just feels as if every decision he is making only grows heavier on his conscience with both Kazura and Ozpin agreeing that he is about to break.... and that it may only take one more event that will be the nail in the coffin.

Ruby and Blade encounters Tyrian as he causes chaos at a rally against Jacques Schnee who is attempting to run for the Council Seat that Rodrigues once held in the Atlesian Council as a means to oversee things. As Jacques ends up winning by a landslide when a more popular opponent was favored to win.

The Guardians of Light are pushed to their limit fighting the Grimm and the aftermath of Jacques victory as they investigate ruins left behind by the Age of Antiquity, revealing it to be the tomb of the Titan of Ice Fenrir. As they would encounter the Artorian General and Scion of Salem, Hans Amadeus who ends up defeating them and awakening the Titan only for it to be intercepted by Perseus and a new Grimm Titan Jotunheim, The Titan of Blizzards. Who reveals that his wife was the one capable of creating Atlas through the means of the The Staff Of Creation. Which is what they are looking for, but Jotun tells them that Atlas is undergoing a trial and they must complete then he will judge them.

However, something calls to Ruby as she follows it to a fallen Atlesian dreadnaught to another Grimm Titan, Aesir. The Titan of Neutrality as she unleashes her silver eyes against the Titan, who finds her impressive. But decides for her to undergo a trial as he uses his ability to bind a familiar with his soul to her but seals away her Silver Eyes ability.

Blade and Weiss discover from Willow Schnee that Jacques colluded with Professor Watts a Scion of Salem in order to win the election, to which during the first meeting of the Atlesian Council the evidence was shown and he was arrested only to be intercepted by Hans and his forces and killed as they unleash a siege of Grimm and Artorian forces against both Mantle and Atlas forcing everyone to fight on all sides.

Ruby attempts to use her Silver Eyes but it fails as she is ambushed Tyrian as she hears Aesir warning her that she is binded and must rely on her own skill as the Scion of Poison overwhelms her only to be saved by Qrow, Robyn, and Clover all of whom are prepared to take on the Scion of Poison and command Ruby to focus on evacuation efforts. While back in Atlas Watts makes his move against Ironwood while Cinder returns after being frozen in ice for the past six months and joins forces with the Scion of Thunder and Neo who is a defacto Scion of Illusion.

Ironwood and Watts fight with Ironwood coming out on top and before he can finish the job The Scion of Thunder comes in ready to fight a weakened Ironwood, but prioritizes rescuing Watts as Ironwood tends to his wounds, and rejoins everyone only to find out about Salem making her move and Blake and Yang revealing that they leaked information to Robyn Hill as Ironwood snaps and has a mental breakdown. Despite Ruby's bravery Salem reveals how Rubys mother died causing the young huntress to panic and nearly using her silver eyes in it.

Ironwood orders the Ace Ops to arrest the Guardians of Light, but they are defeated by their combined teamwork. Yet, Clover is ready to refuse orders but they are attacked by Hans and the Scion of Thunder in which Tyrian takes command of the fight and ends up killing Clover right in front of Qrow and Robyn as he tells them that this why the light grows weak each time the Scions fight them. In which Salem is nearing Atlas as they speak.

The Guardians Of Light fail to secure the Relic of Knowledge as it is stolen by Neo, disguised as an Atlesian Soldier. While Oscar moves to intercept Ironwood with Kazura. While Weiss, Blade, and Ruby move to assist Penny and Winter who are fighting Cinder as she nearly claims Frias life only to be stopped by a Simulacrum of Jotunheim. Which evens the odds for the Guardians of Light. With Cinder retreating and roaring with fury while the Scion of Thunder mocks Cinder for not being strong enough and Neo joining in agreement.

In her dying moments, Fria grants the powers of the Winter Maiden to Winter as she prepares to go and open the Relic of Creations door with Jotunheim being a guard for her. However, they soon find Kazura and Oscar fighting against Ironwood who in a moment of another mental snap shoots Oscar as both he and Ozpin become one and unleashes the magic he once had lost slowing his descent despite Jotunheim rescuing them in his dragon state and having the simulacrum board it. As Winter moves to open the relic door and take the Relic of Creation tossing it to Oscar commanding him to take the relic as far from Atlas as they can.

Oscar believes that Atlas has failed their trial as Jotunheim stated, however the Titan denies this and states it has only just begun. As The Guardians of Light retreat to Atlas with Robyn, Winter, and Qrow staying behind to attempt to repel Salems and Artorias forces as they encroach upon Atlas further bleakening the Age of Darkness and beginning the Age of Dying Embers.