#The Weavers of Fate

[cardboard-guitar]

AO3 FIC MASTERLIST

Hello, I’m Lou, or Cardboard Guitar. Sometimes I write stuff. I will add to this as it grows, but, i have to write more first.

LORD OF THE RINGS

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The Language of Flowers

My first attempt at a multichapter fic, a typical Boromir/original female character, tenth walker ship. Gledswith is Rohirrim, and a bit of an outlaw, so there’s that. Chances are it’s going to grow into a massive abomination, but I do have a love for it. Gledswith is dear to me, she’s my first OC. I have no strict plan for each chapter, I just follow the plot and they end themselves.

I have plans to write a couple of one-shots regarding Language of Flowers, but that could be a while down the road.

ORIGINAL WORKS

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For Sale; Baby Shoes, Never worn

A really terrible attempt at horror. I don’t like it, but I’m keeping it on my page due to the fact that we all have to start somewhere, and it serves as a reminder that I am improving.

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Getting Notions

My latest fic. Its a band au set in the 1970s, and I’m really enjoying writing it. Istg it writes itself. The character of Sandie Stevens came to me in a dream, and I’m fairly sure that she’s some sort of entity, influencing the story. Its the only fic I have posted up on Wattpad, bc that app is the bane of my existence, but storage has become an issue, so I’m doing most of my writing over there now.

[fernrisulfr]

Organizations of Anoria

A list of some of the organizations existing across the Anorian continent thus far. I never actually figured out the specifics for the order of the Silver Star, but rather than being an order built around Bahamut (thus why it’s not Platinum Star), they’re basically the fan club of a particular Dragonborn Paladin. 

Thieves Guild - The Keepers of Waukeen. Claim to be worshipers of Waukeen, only truly for the upper echelon who worship her in their own twisted fashion. Known underground as "The Keepers" (Reference to "Finders Keepers"). That both groups are the same is not openly known. Frequently use Temples or Shrines to Waukeen as a front for their deals, but always leave her a "cut" (offering) in return. Leaders are referred to as Magpies rather than Cardinals. Singular Leader known as "The Finder". Not associated with the actual Temples to the "three sisters", but are tolerated.

The Mighty Polymorphing Empowered Rangers - Based in the village of Hawthorne, the Empowered Rangers are an organization of adventurers devoted to the protection of civilians, and the extermination of monsters and fey creatures which wander out of the Fey Mire or that appear in the surrounding area. Lead and managed by Alphus V (the 5th), he is an Artificer who provides each member with a special "Empowered Coin" which allows them to Polymorph into a stronger form in order to do battle. Due this going beyond the normal limits of an Artificer's abilities, it is speculated he is receiving aid from a higher power. Members are divided into colour coded squads, normally consisting of 5 or 6 individuals. Despite the name, membership is not exclusive to Rangers, however came from the original 5 all being of the class. The organization's funds are maintained by a combination of donations and the sale of anything they managed to harvest from slain monsters.

The Weavers of Fate - An organization devoted to the Raven Queen. They believe that just as the Raven Queen weaves and maintains the tapestry of fate, they exert her will over the events laid forth, guiding them to the desired path. Their members and agents stretch across the continent, watching events unfold, and attempting to guide them towards the desired result. By the main body of the Raven Queen's followers they are seen as foolish, as it is not for mortals to pull and weave the threads of fate. No one, not even the members themselves, are entirely sure if they are simply mortals fallen prey to hubris, or if they truly are the instruments of their Goddess.

The Order of the Silver Star -

[drrav3nb]

ALIENS (dir. James Cameron)

+ RIPLEY, HICKS & NEWT being a family

[mareastrorum]

Speculation: I think Predathos can attune more strongly to either Vordo or Ethodek. The gold is the tell that it's currently Vordo, resulting in resistance or immunity to radiant damage. Ethodek's domain was darkness and winter, so that might be cold or necrotic damage instead. It remains to be seen if this results in a vulnerability to some other kind of damage.

[little-noko]

You guys met Emyl and Judge, here some more deities I designed to flesh out the lore of where they came from ~ Fate Weaver looks after the threads of fates of human beings. Bravery imbue people with courage and look after people in times of hunt and battle. Marsh looks over the marshlands and their ecosystems.

While some deity have very vague roles and concept, some are more straight forward and I wanted to have some fun playing with body shape overall. Despite how distinct they are, they have element that links them together making them look like one very weird and complicated family like every pantheon does X'D.

Art & Characters(c) @little-noko

[magic-is-something-we-create]

have some Fun™ sudden-onset magical chronic illness in these trying times

transcript in alt text as always

[madcat-world]

Dunamancer Weaver - Irina Nordsol Kuzmina

[venti-death-watch]

so on top of like, every ratiorine roleswap/personality swap au being just kaeya & albedo 2.0, now i have the additional realization that my nihility genius society!aventurine is just…… mini nous.

like the whole taller blue & black open chested leaning-more-toward-mischief one versus the shorter blue & white deadpan-ish researcher. jesus christ.

AND THEN my aventurine does probability to the point that he’s considered psychic… like that is what nous became an aeon around. jesus christ. nihility aven is not only considered sacrilege because he chose the name ananke (ananke = necessity to nous = intellect), he’s also hated because people see him as attempting to usurp nous/become nous 2.0.

[chaosgene]

Mood board by: @the-marron

Fic Link:

Title: Time Weave

Pairing: Time Engraver /Fate Weaver (Bai Yu)

Fandom: L'Oreal 'Time Engraver' Commercial

Tags: Falling in Love, Crossover Pairings, Considered as Crackship, Crack Taken Seriously, Fluff, Slight Angst, Bai Yu/Zhu Yilong Character Combination

Synopsis:

“We don't choose who we love, if we did, then it would be too easy. Wouldn't it? My job is to choose the best match for their hearts. It is up to them if they want to accept my thread or not.”

Time Engraver meets the company of a rather elusive but popular entity who isn't affected by his powers.

Author's Note:

With the power vested in me, I now pronounce this ship as officially sailing ✨ here is the fic that I promised! Special thanks to @the-marron for giving me ideas and for being my beta reader for this fic ✨💖 the power of shared braincells works wonders. Thank you as well for dragging me to the Weilan Derivatives rabbit hole, now I'm not getting out, thank you 🤣

Please enjoy, everyone 💖💖

[rabbitdoesarts]

Wouldn't you like a taste of the power? Wouldn't you like to use more than words? Deep in the night the fight lasts for hours You can be hurt or you can beat her

Wouldn't you like to have some of the magic? Wouldn't you like your outcome preferred? Deep in the night the fight can be tragic I'll help you conquer her

I only started listening to Wouldn't You Like from Epic: The Musical yesterday and I already have two drawings based on the song because god do the lyrics fit the vibe of the devil on Kole's shoulder.

[corvianbard]

#6264

Moros, the impending doom, Weaver of fate that is of gloom, Let every pain grow and bloom.

[tewwor]

* & THE MARKED — WEAVER AND ORIGINAL SECT .

There's a stranger among their ranks, now.

Average height. Lean, almost a rail thin build. Botched bleach-crisped hair. All in all, fairly unassuming and harmless at first sight. But Weaver is new here. Crux's sect is just as strange to them as they are to the group. Here, there's community. Still a little strained and worn thin in certain areas, but there is an unmistakable bond that helps them all succeed. Most importantly, these people stick to their original code and purpose. To kill the supernatural that harms mankind. No more, no less.

Not like their previous faction.

Weaver watched them unfold by the edges of their ethics. Untethered themselves to be on the same level as the creatures they swore to kill. No, lower than that. They all stooped low enough to push past the morally grey. Submerged themselves into an all consuming pitch black instead. Where the hunters willingly became monsters, and the monsters were the ones that needed to be saved.

It started with the higher ups. Perhaps not by the overseer alone, but there was definitely a collaborative effort between their advisor and more seasoned Marked. Their plan to make the hunts... Easier, more convenient, for themselves first — everyone else second — slid under the other sect's noses for the longest time. Immortal beings were caught and kept captive. Not just to study them and figure out better, more efficient, ways to kill them.. But to also reap the benefits of meeting quota that much quicker. Make a few thousand bucks or five at the same time to anyone else just as fucked up and hungry as them.

Greed had become their sole purpose in life. Their creed. And it made Weaver sick.

Listen to the right grapevines and rumors will surface about how Weaver was at the heart of their downfall. Allegedly, they gathered the remaining few within that rotting sector that hadn't gone rogue. Even managed to grab the attention and alliance of The Council for a better chance of execution. The rebellion kept their ploy to usurp secret enough that it succeeded, yes, but at the price of everyone's life. Everyone but them.

And now they're here. Shocked silent by the stark contrast. This is everything they've always thought the Marked should be. But too much damage's been done. The trust they'd been reborn with has long since shattered. Still, they linger. Just on the outskirts of their too loud, too effective ways as a stranger. For now.

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

[closed starter for @shatteredwastes - based off this post]

He had hoped to let her take things at her own pace, tried to let things come into their own without him trying to push or nudge them along... but that was not how things were going to turn out at this rate, are they?

He does not need visions of the future, nor the words of an oracle, to see where this all was headed, where it all could end up.

You did not rescue Claudia and grant her shelter to see her die, nor did you promote Amata and tie her to everyone in order to see herself pull away from the world.

Another part of you is caustically giddy at the irony, a hermit trying to stop another from becoming a hermit as well. You... are doing your best to keep that side of you in check, scathing commentary is ill advised for this after all.

Not when every moment you grow closer to her, to the chamber hidden away within your heart the Halls, you feel the anguish brewing within her. The frustration, the sorrow, the isolation, even surrounded by an ever-growing veritable kingdom of individuals joining under and rallying to your banner... and that gnaws at you more than you've tried to let on.

...but that was a mistake, wasn't it? Sometimes words still speak louder than actions, and clearly words are needed now.

You can only hope you can help her, given how much you have already failed her.

You take a breath, then cross the threshold, in more ways than one, as you enter her chamber - not her quarters, but the hidden room that contained her true core.

Another part of you wonders at the prominence of that observation, as if wondering if this too was a mistake... or rather if there could be more done for her here. That thought lingers as you enter the room, and Amata's focus.

[krakenator]

the most important part of being a warlock is being an excellent wingman @rjmeta @hexabeast

[tysaescorner]

A few years ago when I first started on tumblr, I came across this post https://www.tumblr.com/tysaescorner/719479862700670976/stellawitchcraft-ive-been-meaning-to-make-some?source=share by @stellawitchcraft and I remember thinking to myself, “man, that is so neat and such a great idea! especially if one is always on the go or lacking the physical space for their altar.” Needless to say, it left a huge impact on me.

Recently-ish, it crossed my feed again when I wanted to create a #Pathway altar for my personal practice--because it dawned on me that since I’m also an artist, I could just DRAW it and use it--and I was reinspired! For me, I wanted to include all 6 elements, and all 13 solar signs. I also added my art for one of my water spirits, as well as how Venus came to me in meditation a month or so ago.

SO. Here are my digital sketchbook altars (the one in my sketchbook is currently in use). May you find inspiration everywhere!

[glacialswordsman-a]

" klee doesn't u - understand . . why is big brother h - hurting mondstadt ? " she's scared. scared of him and not understanding why he was doing this. tears welled and fell down rosy cheeks as she took steps back and away from him. \ damn kae u made ur lil sister cry, shame.

That voice.

That soft, gentle, kind voice…now laced with fear. Dread sank in Kaeya’s stomach as he felt icy hands surround his heart and squeeze it, yearning to pop it.

Tears had already soaked his face as he watched the Nation of Freedom burn down, standing amidst the flames as screams of horror and desperate pleas for help filled his ears. The last thing he ever wanted to hear was that familiar voice call out to him in accusation and terror. His eyes were wide, and his expression was caught between guilt and trepidation as he took the sight of her in. Oh…

His last memory of her will be one to fuel his nightmares until the day he dies.

“Klee… Klee, sweetheart, I—…”

He has no excuse.

“… I’m sorry.”

Within a moment, Kaeya was in front of her, grabbing onto her shoulders as he gazed at her with both eyes, one of iolite and the other of amber filled with nothing but regret. “I love you, Klee. Be good.”

Forgive me.

With pressure applied to the carotid sinus in her neck, he’d send her into a state of unconsciousness, catching her collapsing body in his arms. He looked down at her tenderly, taking in her features and committing them to memory. Slashing the air, he opened and passed through a portal to take her out of the razed city to some place far enough away—some place safe enough to wake up again.

Laying her down in a clearing beneath the moon, he pressed his lips to her forehead as tears dripped from his face and onto her cheeks, before disappearing altogether.

He prayed she would wake up and never remember this night.