#Shard of Lightning

[bobauthorman]

Wuya's Power

In the Xiaolin Showdown episode "Shard of Lightning", Wuya is coerced into giving Katnappe' a veritable luxury home of her in exchange for Shen Gong Wu.

In advance.

Now, I've always wondered how Wuya was able to pull this off. She had never done anything like that as a ghost in the first season. Eventually I just shrugged it off as a plot hole typical in cartoons. But only recently did I realize that Wuya did use that power before. In "In The Flesh", when she crafted that illusion for Raimundo!

Everything in Katnappe''s dream house? It probably an illusion! Which means it probably vanished the minute Katnappe' quit Wuya.

Serves her right.

[hermits-hovel]

I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily - how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

[elizabethrobertajones]

I could be your angle... or yuor devil..,

[doomedlightningshard]

putting this beneath a cut because BODY HORROR but uwu (moren belongs to @azure-dragonsinger and the quotes are from Bride of Frankenstein but uh. shifted a bit)

Is there any life yet?

No. Not life itself yet. The pulse only responds when the aether is applied. We must be patient. The human heart is more complex than any other part of the body.

[yloiseconeillants]

FEBHYURARY 2024 :: Day 8 - Crossover

What lovely music for a murder… or two… or three… or nine.

the vibes are the abominable dr. phibes (featuring moren @azure-dragonsinger)

[abyssalmermaiden]

"And there does sit my false sister Anne"

"A hey ho and me bonny o

Who drowned me for the sake of a man"

Anne and Elsie. (pseudonyms Calypso and Ourania)

Nightmares of warped guilt. After Elsie's death from plague, Anne ran from her grief by putting all her mind upon killing the man with whom her sister spent many of her last days and nights.

(Ourania/Elsie is @yloiseconeillants's)

lyrics from The Bonny Swans by Loreena McKennitt. ALso-

this verse:

"He made harp pins of her fingers fair A hey ho and me bonny o He made harp strings of her golden hair The swans swim so bonny o He made a harp of her breast bone A hey ho and me bonny o And straight it began to play alone"

I feel relates to this set of gposes (content warning for body horror/gore)

[greentrickster]

Me: How come the lightning magic item in this game is yellow instead of purple?

Normal person: ...why would it be purple, lightning and electricity are almost always white or yellow for this sort of thing?

Me: ...

Me: (sudden realization)

Me: (glaring at FFXIV) You did this to me.

[tallbluelady]

New Blorbo Alert!

Lucky Apple, alchemist of some renown on the Twelfth Shard of Etheirys. As powerful lightning storms rend the very land asunder, Apple spends her days wandering and trying to purify what little fresh water is left, all with a cheery attitude and a smile on her face. With the uncanny ability to see the souls of the departed, she is recruited by a Mr. Selch from the city of Eutopia to investigate means of transporting souls from one locale to another. Unaware of the consequences of such a thing, she gladly helps him with his task, and even helps others in the city with their experiments and discoveries. After it is revealed that Mr. Selch is actively seeking the destruction of her world, Apple feels so betrayed that she leaves Eutopia to focus on what good she can do elsewhere.

Though she has made peace with the fact that her world is ending, Apple still seeks to ease the pain of others for as long as she can draw breath. After all, why would she waste her time feeling sorry for herself when she can smile instead?

[lilbittymonster]

Did the happiness chart from Gallus and I guess this is also an informal OC introduction of sorts? I guess? Anyways here's the current lineup of blorbos

[000marie198]

I figured out why Sonic’s gloves and shoes copy The Prism blocks when he’s in The Grim.

The Grim’s Prism Shard transforms the Blocks into other things. Nine, who wants to live in The Grim, made Sonic’s gadgets. Nine wanted Sonic to forget about everyone else and live in The Grim with him.

However Sonic doesn’t want to forget about his Original Friends nor his new ones. Conclusion. The style Sonic has in The Grim is meant to symbolize how Nine wanted Sonic to be someone he isn’t.

"Our clean slate!"

"I don't want a clean slate, I liked the old one."

Hey... Can we- can we plz stop talking? I'm not- I'm not okay... Can- can we plz just-

[hermits-hovel]

between life and death.

[whatsthisascianbullshit]

What if there was an apprentice witch who wanted to help and study but then due to The Circumstances she set out on a mission to destroy a tower with violence and murder in her heart?

[doomedlightningshard]

It's savage and it's cruel and it shines like destruction Comes in like the flood and it seems like religion It's noble and it's brutal, it distorts and deranges And it wrenches you up and you're left like a zombie

maximum indulgence hours, i think (moren belongs to @azure-dragonsinger). bonus!

[yloiseconeillants]

FEBHYURARY 2024 :: Day 1 - Start

Either it is the wrath of God, for certainly I would think that our misdeeds deserve it, or it is just the harsh assault of the stars in their perpetually changing conjunctions. This plague-bearing year has borne down on humankind and threatens a tearful slaughter, and the highly charged air encourages death.

[abyssalmermaiden]

"You'll look into it for me, won't you?" "O-of course, Miss Calypso!" "I cannot thank you enough. Let us keep this just between the two of us- no one else needs to know."

Rollox: @yloiseconeillants

Calypso well understands the value of knowing one's enemy, and who better to find the secrets of a priest than another priest? Rollox's crush on her is just a weakness to exploit in her mission of revenge against the man she blames for her sister's death

[tallbluelady]

i didn't know people like you existed.

Hear. Feel. Think.

Lucky Apple remembered those words from the story her father told her; the story of what lead him to the cereuleum well and made them lucky.

She found herself floating in a veritable sea of aether. Had she died, and returned to the Living Waters? Only her family believed in them now, the new church peddling salvation in Lightning aspected aether and the blood of the pure.

I am sorry. I'm... I am so very sorry.  That wasn't what Apple was expecting from the Voice of the Waters. Rejoining the Lifestream was to be a joyous event, especially to those waiting for her on the other side.

"Am I not dead then?" Apple asked, realizing she had a voice to speak with, and a body to move with.

"No. But I cannot prevent your death, nor the death of your world," the Voice seemed to center itself in a column of light.

Apple swam over to the light the voice was coming from. It was as easy as swimming in the lake as a child, back when there was still enough water in it to do so. Despite all of Apple's efforts to save what precious water there was left, it was as if all of it was being boiled away.

"I mean, I can't either," she said, trying to comfort the Voice. "I think we would have had to start a lot earlier and with a lot more people to do something like that."

The Voice in the column of light seemed to bend in on itself, almost as if holding back a sob. Was it?

"I am sorry I did not... I am sorry that you are one of the so very few who has heard my plea..." The Voice did sound as if it was holding back tears now. "I tried so long to ignore this world's plight. I cannot interfere. Its fate is set... but I see you. I see all of you and your pain and I wish to stop it. But I can't."

"Why not?" Lucky Apple asked. "Are you not powerful enough to do so?"

"Not if I am to save another," the column straightened, and the Voice took a stronger tone. "Though it may not seem so to you and yours, I am limited in my power to help you. And I must fulfill my mission to the future."

"Oh."

"Oh?" The Voice sounded incredulous. "Well, it's not like the power that the church is peddling is going to stop the world from ending either. At least there's a reason for it all to end. To save another. To save the future. I can accept being a sacrifice for that."

"Not everyone is as willing as you."

Apple shook her head. "No, and they shouldn't be. But... Voice? Actually, what should I call you? I think you're different than the Living Waters."

The light rippled for a moment, and a figure of a woman took shape. "I have many names, and the Living Waters is but one of them. You may continue using it if you wish."

Lucky Apple paused for a moment. The Living Waters had always been... not something person shaped. Occasionally, there were some called to be Its voice but the way it was speaking sounded like it was her God, not the representative...

"Mrs. Waters. I am making a choice to make the world a better place. For everyone that I can. For as long as I can. I've learned that sometimes, you have to let people pout and feel bad, but that doesn't mean that you, yourself, have to feel bad. Most of life isn't what happens to you, it's how you react to it. So I decided to take it as well as I can."

"That is very noble of you," the Living Waters said.

"I don't know how else to be," Apple admitted. "It's either happy or existentially depressed. So I guess I'll focus on the little things I can enjoy while I can."

The Living Waters smiled at her sadly but did not speak. 

Apple smiled back. "So... if I'm not dead... why am I here?"

"Ah... I... I did not assume there were any to hear my call on your world left. That you had ears to hear is a blessing."

"I'm a blessing?"

The Living Waters laughed, of all things. "Lucky Apple, you are by far one of the greatest blessings I've had in a long time. Someone who can see happiness, even in the darkness that comes to swallow her world and her life... it gives me hope for the future. And I need more and more of it as my enemies continue to grow in power."

"Oh!" Apple beamed at that.

"I suppose... I would ask you what you want from this encounter. What would make it easier for you to carry your light through the darkness, to help you ease the suffering of others?"

Apple put a hand to her chin at that. What would make it easier for her to continue on as the Living Waters wanted?

"You'll remember us, right?" Lucky Apple asked. "That we lived?"

"I will. Your souls will join the Great Lifestream of other worlds as well, so your very souls won't be lost either."

"Oh, neat! That's great. Uh. While that does make it easier... I, uh..."

"Is there anything specific that you want remembered?"

"My earring," Lucky Apple blurted out. It was the first thing that came to mind.

"Your earring?" The Living Waters tilted her head, then put a hand over her mouth.

"It's, ah, I know it's..." Apple was blushing and sputtering. Why would she have that be the thing to be remembered?

"My child, I can say for a certainty that your earring will be remembered, and will bring hope to the future."

"Really, you can do that? It won't hurt the future?"

The Living Waters gave Apple a wink. "It is already written. For the hope you have given me, I shall make sure that your glass pumpkin earring is carried through to the next world."

Thanks for the prompt!