#Sineater AU

[capsicrew]

I have conceptualized ideas on if they had lost the fight to Light in ShB.

Jalliim-- Forgiven Naivety; Noticeably taller and thinner with a more traditional "angelic" appearance (feathered wings n such) but with a golden blindfold over its eyes. Still summons a "fairy" aetheric being that acts as an extension of its power and presence--looks like the Seraph summon but with more of that... sineater creepiness. Not openly aggressive, but presents an inherent danger as it actively seeks out the injured and sick to 'heal' them with Light. Sounds of distress or pain keenly draw its attention. Difficult to fight due to acting as a duo with its Seraph, and extensive use of magical barriers. If finally pushed to attack, it attacks with flurries of small-sized magical projectiles. Largely sticks to the Il Mheg area, but absolutely would venture away if seeking those needing healing.

Capsisi-- Forgiven Judgement; the change into a sineater would've had negligible change on her height-- she remains quite small. Her appearance has changed to be more bestial with a slick physique, and exceptionally sharp claws. It is extremely fast and strikes with deadly precision--but its greatest danger is silence and stealth. Many that would die at its hands would not have even known the sineater was present. However, the saving grace is that it does not actively seek out non-sineaters and is only known to attack on those intruding in its 'territory,' which mostly make up various islands that still stand around the south of Kholusia, only occasionally coming to the Kholusian shore.

Kola-- Forgiven Audacity; perhaps what you might expect if Gilgamesh was a sineater. Broad and towering with 8 arms, holding a plethora of golden weapons. Goes all-out in battle and is highly aggressive once provoked--sometimes there may not even be enough left of the target to turn into another sineater. However, it does not actively start fights and only becomes aggressive if challenged, or presented with what it could interpret as a challenge (engaging it with a weapon or otherwise standing in active defiance). It has been known to entirely ignore people and creatures that run away, or who are very close but do not fight (even if they're not hiding). Though, of course, the presence of a lightwarden always comes with other trouble, so even without the fight, having it in the area can be a danger--such as the attraction of lesser sineaters, or just the affect so much Light can have. Interestingly, its impending arrival to an area often comes pre-warned by a vaguely humanoid figure made entirely of black shadow. It seems unable or unwilling to communicate and is mostly aggressive--attempting to scare away any people in an area where Forgiven Audacity will soon appear with threats of violence--but has never seriously harmed anyone at all (maybe a little roughing up). Attempts to fight it are fruitless, as enough of an attack will cause it to simply dissipate like smoke. But it nevertheless reappears just before the lightwarden's next appearance. They tend to stick to the wetlands mostly around Rak'tika but also into Lakeland.

Beutiq-- Forgiven Ennui; Perhaps the most human-looking of the 5 of them. Minus the change in clothes, it looks almost exactly as Beutiq did, only now with the porcelain-white skin. The rings in his eyes and the markings around them now shimmering gold... but with no mouth. The most unaggressive of them as well--never hunting or attacking and only fighting when defending itself. However, it could potentially be one of the most dangerous. It is the most prolific in the creation of lesser sineaters. Making them out of living creatures, but also fabricating a veritable army of "inanimate" sineaters out of whatever material or debris it can find--even raising sineater golems (the likes which we see in Malikah's Well) out of the earth, if pressed. These creations act as any other sineaters do, not following their creator's mode of passivity. Anywhere the lightwarden wanders, they are all around. Elsewise it slowly wanders around, seemingly aimlessly, and only occasionally stops to create new sineaters when it comes across anything of interest. Keeps a wide range of wandering, largely in the nothern reaches of Ahm Areng and the southern parts of Lakeland.

Ejvi-- Forgiven Suffering; very bestial in form, like a large werewolf or monstrous bear or... well a big mix of terrible things. Though even with its clear physical abilities, it remains very adept at magic-like attacks. It still retains Ejvi's preference to blue magic spells--though at this point, it isn't casting 'true' blue magic, but Light-based spells in the appearance of those spells. Especially those that were already light-adjacent... Saintly Beam is a common one. And all the more powerful for the transformation. Probably the most aggressive of them all--combating anyone it comes across with fierce tactics and lacking mercy. Bestial in nature as well, though, so managing to avoid its detection is the best method. It sticks to Novrandt's northeast, maybe just a bit into Rak'tika's eastern boarder, so by ill fate or good fortune is there little population in the area for it to harass. Edit: Just an addition to add that Ejvi's transformation into a sineater completely severed the connection to her reaper avatar. She retains the prowess and skills in physical combat, but the avatar is entirely removed.

10/11/23

Does your wol(co) have a monster form? an AU?

[ooeygooeyghoul]

That Which Makes Us Human

[figgyroo]

Designed my WOL a lightwarden for funsies as im getting through shb on him rn

[mpatrycjaarthorizon]

Meet my semi-sineater baby! They are called - Kaguya

They come from The First and they are currently staying in Il Mheg in the company of pixies

The name Kaguya is composed of two kanji characters: “輝” (kagu) which means “shine” or “radiance”, and “夜” (ya) which means “night”. Together, the name Kaguya can be interpreted to mean “radiant night” or “shining night”, emphasizing the connection to light

They are semi-sineater/semi-rean.

Their mother was exposed to a lot of light corruption during her pregnancy, so it affected them and who they are now. Because of it, have slower metabolism which they're abnormally short, skinny or pale.

After their birth, no one suspected anything and thought they were just sick and weak by which they were given custody when their mother died after their birth

Thank to my friend help - @drea-s-artblog help, this fact was created!)

The Pixies call them "Sune in ker"

Which mean "adorable shining friend" They are friendly with them cuz of their general benefit. They scare off the lower sin-eater and help for dream spinners. And low-key have weakness for their peculiar and shiny appearance

[foxgirlbeans]

Auraugust Day 18- Decay

some find the prospect of roaming a dead world disquieting, or downright disturbing.

others are not so weak-willed.

prompt list

[mori3322]

sineater AU

[shadesofblades]

FFXIVMixedMay: Sineater

(Heavy Shadowbringers Spoilers!)

(I recently reached a point in the game where your WoL is becoming a sineater so I wanted to draw a hypothetical of Baatu as a sineater/lightwarden! This design isn't as detailed as I completely imagine it, but I have little time to work on this further right now. If I want to go back to this concept- this very AU of AU for Baatu- then I might redraw this sketch in better detail.)

[thunderforsty]

Commission for @the-original-sineater of Alan from their Medieval AU!

[bloodsworn-marshal]

Writing Prompt: Butte Word Count: 271 (Dwarf AU) ---> masterlist

The return of the night was an event worth celebrating for many, many nights to come.

Long had the dwarves and all of Norvrandt toiled beneath endless light. The weather never changed. Not even the clouds could blot out the blight that reigned above. As if the heavens rained down ceaseless blinding rays and sineaters that would one day snuff them out for good.

Until a warrior of darkness changed all of that.

Now? Now the skies bore different emotions and arrays of expressing themselves. Though there were clear days, there were also those with clouds, of wind and storm, of bountiful rain. Changing colors from pinks and reds to dark blues and purples… most special of all the stars that dotted the skies at night. Where one could see the appearance of a moon even!

Pipitt remembered the first night he climbed up upon tallest buttes and cliff sides that gave him the best of views. Of the world changing… the world moving. Something he and many others thought they would never see in their lifetime. A sight that bade give one hope.

“There’s a whole world out there.” The young dwarf spoke to themselves, eyes wide in wonder beneath their helm.

No longer did he wish to remain tied to home and tradition. Where they constantly feuded over land and resources between the Tholl and Goggs. Rarely ever to leave their underground homes. Not when a brand new age and era were right before them. The stars ever calling him for adventure.

The future called to him. And Pipitt would answer the call with fellow dwarven brethren in tow.

[ahollowgrave]

Torn between Odette's sineater AU form being moth based because gestures or being like... bird based because a lot of birds eat moths (like the nighthawk) and bad ending odette has always been that she devours the souls that seek her out rather than helping them. i mean bad ending odette is also helping them in her own bad, awful way.

[voidsentprinces]

Welcome to the Fourth Week of towards Dawntrail, the fabric of our countdown began to fray and the uncheck energies of creations begat well spun submissions.

Welcome to the Countdown to Dawntrail, at time of posting, we have 6 weeks to go!

We've been at this for three weeks now, but it is never too late to submit for a previous week's prompt lists. This is all about being creative when you might be able to amongst your, otherwise, busy lives. Writing, screenshots, fanart what have you. All is welcome under these countdown prompts. So go forth and conquer at your leisure. As Emet-Selch did observe, napping is an excellent way to spend time. So do not fret if you lack energy to push forward. Know that you are always welcome to submit, stress free.

You can just @ me for your submissions and I'll give a reblog. Enjoy yourself and I'll post again next week :)

For those whose phones won't load this week's prompt photo--cause you know...tumblr:

COUNT DOWN TO DAWNTRAIL

WEEK 4: SHADOWBRINGERS

PROMPTS:

The Call

New World

Everlasting Light

Sineater AU

Oracle of Light

Lightwarden

Sunless Sea

The Eighth Umbral Calamity

Allies

WEAPONS

Amaurot

Emet-Selch

The Emissary

The Seat of Azem

NieR

Towers

Bozja

Ardbert

Virtues

[mpatrycjaarthorizon]

Voidsent • Sineater

[amoebaforce]

Pssst... can i request scions reacting to their romantic partner wol turning into a sin eater.

two asks, one stone!

this particular AU isn't my favorite, i must confess. i like seeing other players' WoL-turned-sineater concept art, but the implications are just so sad (and world-breaking) that it feels hard for me to do the AU its proper justice.

but i respect angst enjoyers! so here is a little drabble for you both to enjoy :)

tags: angst, violence, implied death, body horror, dark themes in general tbh, Shadowbringers spoilers, gn!WoL word count: 325

Something must have gone wrong. The delicate, ever-shifting balance of aether, of light and dark, the tenuous thread upon which the worlds teeter... Something must have broken it. No one could know where it happened, or how, or by whose hand. At this point, it was too late to wonder. Too late to reverse the tides. The sky was already bright and stagnant, the lands still bleached and barren -- and the Warrior transformed.

Maybe 'transformed' was too sweet a word. Too gentle, too clinical. It didn't capture the bones cracking or the skin ripping. Or the screaming. Gods, the screaming. How it hung in the air like fog as every scrap of light within the Warrior painstakingly tore its way out. And how it suddenly stopped, replaced with naught but sterile silence as something new arose in their place.

A thing with too many eyes, too many limbs, flesh pallid, body edged with glittering gold. It towered over the other sin eaters, dwarfing even the most formidable of the Lightwardens, in stature and power alike. Power leaked like blood from its ragged seams. Puddles of liquid light splattered the ground as it took its first stuttering steps in its new frame. All who looked upon it knew it was not a mere sin eater, but a newborn god. A harbinger of a hideous doom, terrible and beautiful in the same vacant moment.

And as the creature brayed, announcing its supremacy to the flocks of its newfound kin, the others fled. Some ran; others were dragged, or carried. But all fled. What else could they do? The world was unraveling around them, crumbling piecemeal into the sickly stillness of the light. They had to reach the Crystarium, had to regroup, had to make sure the denizens of the shard were safe. There were thousands of lives at stake -- and yet, as the Scions raced to safety, all they could think of was the life they were leaving behind.

[whatgaviiformes]

Fic: Turning Circles - John and Virgil

Summary: Virgil is a keeper of a many things.

Universe: Ice Skating AU

A/N: For @knyee and @cttagverse . I see you, I know you all want some John, so I hope this delivers. It's not quite Yuri!!! On Ice John, but he was due for a private moment in the AU I keep open for my little ice skating play ground. Thanks to the @the-original-sineater for reading. I wrote this while on the beach, on my phone. So you can blame sand for any errors.

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At dawn's light and on his way towards drills, the timbre of his piano beckoned him towards the ice rink, familiar chords resounding out of the speakers that surrounded empty stands. Frigid air enveloped Virgil from the moment he pushed the doors open, the chill hitting his bones immediately as his breath became visible in the crisp morning. 

For a moment, he let the melody wash over him. The tune was one he'd wrenched from deep within his soul, and hearing it brought him back to the frantic days of university and the ever pressuring decision of what to do with the rest of his life. The version used in John's last singles free skate was a collaboration with one of his peers, and he'd enhanced the urgent melody with sweeping orchestrals - so powerful and immersive that the heart in his chest thundered the first time Virgil heard it, and every time after. 

His hockey skates slung over his left shoulder, Virgil stepped quietly to his right to disappear into the bleachers while he watched his brother perform. He'd always understood the path his brother had chosen. John wrote poetry on ice, expressed his heart with his blades and the movement of his silhouette. While he and his siblings found a family among their teammates, John's journey had been a solitary one. It hadn't initially been such a lonely one.

On the ice, absorbed wholly in the muscle memory of his program, John switched his edge in a flurry of footwork. He made it look like he could float along the edges, but Virgil knew every movement was an incredible feat of strength and dexterity.

Virgil's heart accelerated a beat before the music did; he recognized the cues of John's program and he was quickly approaching that moment. When, in front of thousands, John's power failed him and he'd fallen. Virgil wouldn't admit it aloud, but he always blinked and held back a hiss every time his brother propelled himself upward to defy gravity. He hadn't seen when John missed his Quad Lutz during competition, but he remembered the gasp of the audience.

Today, he couldn't bring himself to look away. 

Curiosity kept his eyes focused on every movement. John's skating was different, just as expressive as always, but without the stress of the score, it seemed more authentic and genuine. And though he didn't know he had anyone watching, John's art had every bit of Virgil's soul tingling as he felt himself connect with the emotions of his music made whole by the dance. 

John's heart was in it - in a way Virgil hadn't seen since John first took to the ice. 

He switched to his back, outside edge to prepare for the launch upward, his opposite leg extended with the toe pick poised…

… and planted. 

It wasn't even a breath. 

Virgil lost count of the rotations in the airtime, but John returned to the Earth, landing back on the foot he'd launched from. Not even a tremble, and in the air he went again. Toe loop, Virgil remembered  - another that used the toe pick. 

His next big element was a spin, but before then he completed a small series of moves, footwork that carried him from one part to the next. And in them, Virgil recognized the influence of Penny, the sequence altered just slightly to suit the influence of dance on his brother's career. And the effect of his dance partner's friendship on his life. 

They both had been so desperate for that second chance, not quite ready to lose the love of their sport. Though it had been close, for both of them. 

Virgil had to believe, in his core, that there had been a reason. That theirs would be a story of overcoming. 

Close to the end now, John swung his momentum around, spinning, and spinning, until he pushed himself intentionally out and away from an invisible force - the last artistic element of his program as the single note echoed uncompleted. 

Virgil had written it that way so that the piece encouraged the listener to question if it was really over. And John had choreographed it to express just that - the chaos of a mind and body spinning until it came out on the other side.  Away from something? Towards something new? It was interpretation, but Virgil knew which one he believed. 

John's breath heaved loudly in the silence, and he dropped down to his knees with the end of the program. Virgil turned to leave, feeling suddenly like he'd been intruding on a private moment, even though he'd seen John perform hundreds of times before. But as his hand came to rest on the door, he heard a muffled sob from the figure on the ice. 

John looked up as Virgil turned back, the piercing green sharp and proud and swirling with emotions John only really shared through his artistry for those who had the perspective to listen -  which is why, instead of leaving, Virgil knew he was welcomed to approach. He stepped carefully across the ice since he was still wearing his boots and offered a hand to help him back up.

[wind-up-thancred]

would you believe this isn't technically a sineater AU thing

[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 26: Last

Rating: T

Word Count: 861

Warnings: Nightmares, past character death

Summary: Hades woke Akira from a nightmare and tries to be supportive, even if it's not really his strong suit. [Hythwolemet, Hyth and Hades Stay AU. Direct continuation of Prompt 25, read that first for setup.]

Master Post

They stayed like that for several moments, Akira’s eyes wide as she struggled to make sense of the sudden calm around her, a stark contrast to the urgency and fear of just moments before.

“I would appreciate if you would drop your weapon,” Hades snipped, not moving. His voice was sharp, but his eyes betrayed his concern. She blinked a few more times before dropping the dagger to the side, drawing back just a little, horrified at her own reaction.

“I…what were you doing in here?” Akira’s voice wavered as she tried to recenter herself.

“Who could sleep with all that tossing and turning you were doing?” Again, his words were sharp, but there was no true bite to them. As she finally released his arm to draw her hand back, he took the opportunity to grab her hand in his, pushing himself into a sitting position with the other. “So what had the great Warrior of Light in such a state?”

"I, uh," Akira started dumbly, realizing that, with the shift in position, she was now straddling his lap, but his grip on her hand kept her from pulling away. Not that it was so firm she couldn't break it, but it would take more force than she'd prefer to use against someone she…cared about. "Just a nightmare. That's all." He raised his eyebrows at her slightly, clearly waiting for her to continue. When she didn't, he scoffed.

"Do you really expect me to believe a simple nightmare brought you low, Hero?" 

"I never said it was simple."

"...Tell me about it." He phrased it like a statement, but his eyes asked like a question. She could still just go back to bed and keep her secrets to herself. But he didn't want her to.

Maybe she didn't want to, either. 

"I… There was a meteor shower," she started, and she knew she didn't have to specify that it was that meteor shower. "There were sineaters and blasphemies, but they were all wearing masks. Ancient masks. And… You were there. Not like this. The way you were when…” The way he tensed told her she didn’t need to elaborate further.

“I…see,” he released her arm and made no move to keep her where she was, glaring into a distant corner at nothing. “It should come as no shock that you should fear—“

“Wha— no!” Akira clenched her fists into the sleep shirt he wore. “It wasn’t because I was afraid. I didn’t want to kill you, I never wanted to kill you. I wanted you to stop and listen so we could find another way! I’m so, so tired of being forced to…to…” She grit her teeth as the tears she’d fought so hard against, was so determined to hide, slipped free. They sat like that, in the dark, for several moments before Hades sighed and pulled her close, letting her bury her face in his chest.

“Always the hero, hm?” he mumbled quietly, as if not wanting anyone to overhear. “You know you can’t save everyone, don’t you?”

“Some days it feels like I can’t save anyone,” Akira confessed, not looking up. He sighed again, carefully pulling her face up to look him in the eye.

“Now that’s just ridiculous. All you have to do is walk outside and look around and you’ll see a whole neighborhood of people you saved. A city you saved. A whole star’s worth of people you saved. That some of us are beyond saving is not your fault.” She sniffled, but couldn’t stop the smirk that escaped.

“I’ll believe that,” she said carefully. “When you believe you’re not beyond saving.”

“Now that’s just ridiculous,” Hades scoffed, adjusting so that the couch was now behind him, supporting his back. They sat like that for a bit, Akira resting her head back on his chest (taking care to not knick him with her horns), his hand soothingly working through her hair.

“Do you think you can go back to sleep, Hero?” he asked quietly, not moving a muscle. She was quiet for a long moment.

“…Not alone, I don’t think,” she admitted. He gave a long-suffering sigh.

“You say that as if you would not be welcome.” To anyone else, it would sound admonishing, but Akira could hear the loving familiarity in Hades’ voice. “It is your own bed that you offered to let us stay in, after all.” She hesitated, remembering the last time she’d given in to her own longing, and the pain that followed when it hadn’t lasted. But this is different, she told herself. Everything is different now. She hid her face in his chest, but gave a slight nod, half of her demanding to know what it was she thought she was doing and the other half telling that half to shove off. Together they staggered back to their feet (legs asleep from having been in the same position for so long), and Hades led Akira by the hand back to her bedroom, leaving her nest of pillows and blankets on the couch.

It would be the last night she would be using it, after all.