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edgeray · 2 months ago

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*vibrates*

So many wips… 👀

Ok so. IDK. I have. So many “want to sees”. So I’m just gonna list them 🤷‍♀️

Ghost Clervie AU. I’m imagining Clervie watching as Peruere- sorry, *Arlecchino* develops her “cold, strict, and unfeeling Father persona”. But she quickly reverts back to Peruere in the presence of Clervie when Arle figures out she isn’t hallucinating and this isn’t some scheme of someone trying to throw her off balance.

(I’m actually just realizing the parallels of Furina making her Archon persona and Peruere with her Father persona 🤔 Both masks are there in order to better protect the people that rely on them (Fontaine’s citizens and the Hearths Children respectively)). Anyways.

Isekai-ed Arlecchino. I’m just wondering at how that would work and how serious you would make the writing take itself. Like would it be crack, crack that takes itself serious, or serious? (You don’t need to answer that. I was just pondering)

Modern Cat or Bunny Shifter Arle. Arle in her animal form has a nearly 100% coat with the exception of one ear that’s black. It’s cute. Also, I see her as a bunny with floppy ears that are so long that she trips over them XD I’m giggling at the thought she might even be one of those massive bunny breeds too. This makes me wonder if the House exists and whether or not the rest are also shapeshifters. Like a haven for shapeshifters, if you will.

Pirate Arle. You know (you don’t, but I’m telling you 😅) I’m a sucker for enemies(who actually aren’t all that bad) taking in and caring for an abandoned enemy.

Historical Goddess Arle. I think the fact that Reader prays for a painless death rather than no death at all could be intriguing to Arle who probably regularly gets prayers from people not wanting to die?

Spiderwoman Arle. It’s not a want, it’s a need. I’m also a sucker for secret identity relationships.

Arlecchino w/ Cursed Bio Child.

Alien Arle and Human Reader. Arle and Clervie internally seething at getting another runaway test subject (not at the human, at the fact they were experimented on). That(the facility) would need to be taken care of… (badass ArlexClervie couple who are leaders of an organization who take down illegal trafficking rings, experiment facilities, etc? 👀) Once the newcomer gets adjusted to their new home, of course.

Arlecchino x Alive/Knave Clervie.

Sorry if any of that/the extra commentary seems like I’m trying to press for any of this. Yeah, these are requests. If that’s ok 🙂

👉👈 Hopefully it isn’t overwhelming.

The Other End of the Blade

(Arlecchino x GN! Reader)

A/N - Hi anon, sorry for being late with this anon! I really love your commentary on all of your (mine?) ideas so don’t worry about it! I’ll put more of a response at the end of this. This one is going to be pirate AU because I too crave some enemies to lovers right now. One piece is the only basis I have for pirates so apologies if it's not alike to other pirate media. Those of you wondering where this list of ideas come from, it’s from my ideas/wip post, where I store all of the silly little ideas for fanfics. Feel free to request from anything on that list.

Content warnings / info - enemies to lovers, semi-graphic violence, heavily one piece inspired, got WAY too invested into this whoops, 4.0k words

Before you could read books, you could read wanted posters. Before you could spell out your name, you could write down ‘pirate’ and ‘wanted dead or alive.’ Before you could write, you throw a mean punch. Before you knew how to play, you knew how to fight. And before you knew how to count your fingers, you could tie knots. Before you knew what a Marine was, you already were one. And before you knew what ‘love’ means, you knew what hate was and who to hate: pirates. Hatred towards them coursed alongside your blood through your veins.

Pirates are the scum of the seas, raiders from the depths of the oceans that have come to pillage towns and wreak havoc over the prospering empires. They’re sick people who only know how to steal and how to kill. They rob lives without an ounce of hesitance, ignorant to the misery and suffering they force upon people because of their actions. The world would be better off without them. That way, all people can live in peace without worry from murderers and pillagers like them. Pirates are everything you should hate and you swear that you're going to make it so not one person has to be afraid of their shores–they'll never have to look at the horizon wondering if they see pirate ships in the distance cruising towards them.

If there is one thing that your family has instilled into you, it would be that a world free of suffering is a world free of pirates. Like every other family member before you, you've been set on the path of greatness that is to eradicate every one of those vermin since birth. The only aspiration you could have is rising the ranks of the Marines. Generations of your family served in the Marine, holding the highest positions. Being anything short of one of the admiral positions, (the lowest of which ranking fourth highest in authority) is a disgrace, a stain on your one of the most prominent Marine families.

Rising towards the ranks was no difficulty for you. It's only about two years since you've joined the Marines, and you've already risen to a commander position. For reference, even the best of soldiers take four to five years to be promoted to that level. And you know you're about to be promoted–you just need one big case. Just capture one famous pirate, and you know that the Captain rank is yours. One more step closer to cementing your place among the greats of your family.

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Water pelts across your face and the strong sea breeze whips around you. Over your own thumping heart, you can hear the roaring of raging waves paired with the wild flapping of the sails and the creaking of wood. Thudding footsteps rushes all around you, and the clouded sky flashes, thundering.

“Lower the sails!” You scream at the men as they wrestle with the ropes. Seeing one of the men fumble, you grumble under your breath and shove him away to take over.

“Get a bucket, and keep getting rid of the water. We need as little water to get into the hull as possible,” you command him, and that's enough to make him useful.

“Pirate ship spotted!” One of the crew members states and you groan in frustration. A pirate ship at this time? You're only just barely ensuring the vessel does not capsize! Not only is the Marine ship struggling, but no doubt the pirate ship would be too. You release the ropes, seeking out the captain.

“Captain!” You yell as you head towards him. The cranky man shoots you a snooty glare before turning to a Marine soldier besides him.

“Hurry up! What flag is it?! Huh? Huh?! Give me a damn answer before I throw you overboard!” Your captain gruffly exclaims at the poor Marine who was holding a spyglass, pointing it towards the oncoming ship. You cringe at the Captain's voice, silently giving sentiments to the other Marine.

“It's a… um… it.. um…” The Marine stutters, unsure of what to make of the flag. You grind your teeth before wrenching it out of his hands and examining the flag yourself with squinted eyes. In between heavy rain and dark surroundings, you can just barely recognize the flag: a hand grasping a candle.

Damn it! At this time?!

“It's the Hearth pirates!” You announce, tossing the scope to your Captain to see.

“The Hearth? You mean one of the Harbinger crews?!” The old man grunts before seeing for himself. His facial features morph into one of disbelief before hardening.

“I want every cannon manned now! Get your weapons ready and drawn! All hands on deck!” The Captain demands. The confusion and disbelief was practically palpable among the Marines, and felt through their second of hesitation before the soldiers’ replied with a ‘yes Captain.’

Is he crazy? What the hell is wrong with him? As much as you would love to capture the notorious Hearth pirates, you knew now was nothing but an imprudent time. Even if the Hearth was among the less deadly of the Harbinger crews, that did not make them any less powerful. You have heard from other Marines’ hushed whispers that it takes at least a large fleet (5 Marine ships) to take down one entire Harbinger ship, and even that was theoretical. The Fatui pirates as a whole are damn near unstoppable, but the Harbingers themselves are monsters ripped from hell. As much as you hate to admit, you’re not strong enough to defeat a Harbinger, and you have similar doubts for your Captain. Where does he get this pomposity from?

The other men are struggling enough to keep this piece of wood afloat, and now they have to worry about battling pirates? You doubt even the Hearth is eager for a fight. Fighting in this storm would only lead to early graves for both sides. Winning against and capturing the Hearth pirates is unfavorable, but surviving past this storm is indisputable.

“Wait, Captain!” You call out to him. An annoyed click of his tongue comes from him, as if you were the bother, and it only makes you clench your hands into fists. He turns his back towards you, irritation written all over his expression.

“What are you standing around for? Get ready already!” He demands with a scrunched face.

“We can't engage in battle with them yet! We don’t have enough men, and we're already struggling with the storm!” You protest. “We're in no condition to try and fight them!”

Silence. Around you, you hear whispers from the other crewmates, sounds of agreement coming from them. Evidently, this increases the captain's indignation.

“Quiet!” He screams. “If we're struggling, just think about how they could be faring! They don't have nearly enough resources as us marines do to survive! This is our chance to capture one of the Harbinger crews!

“After all,” he pauses to give you a pointed, haughty look. “We have one of the members of the greatest family? We won't lose with you on our side, right? We're in your hands.”

You bristle, your nails digging into your palm as your lips twitch into a deeper frown. To think he would use your family name against you. What is he even trying to do? You're too stunned to respond and he brushes past you.

You're absolutely powerless to do anything, and so are the other soldiers on this ship. No one here outranks the Captain. No matter how correct you may be, you would be punished for disobeying a superior's order. If only you could have been promoted earlier, then you wouldn't have to listen to this fool. Had it been you, you would have this ship steered towards the closest Marine base and report what direction the Hearth pirates are going. But you can't do that. You nod pathetically, and the rest of the men disperse.

You can only watch as the smaller ship approaches closer and closer. As soon as Hearth pirates enter within the firing range, chaos ensues with your Captain's bellowed “FIRE!”

A cacophony of screams and cannon fire sound through the air, deafening you, and the overpowering smell of gunpowder and brine swarm your nostrils. Like all naval battles, it’s always a blur–just a flash of colors and movements. At some point, the pirate ship approached close enough for them to board onto the Marine ship. You are not aware of this until you find yourself face to face with one of the Hearth pirates. By then, all rationale has been thrown out in favor of instinct–the most precise, miniscule reaction is what keeps you alive the most when it comes to battling pirates. Your surroundings fade from your awareness, your only attention on the figure before you.

She’s a young pirate, that you can tell, but her skills are no less admirable. She has an ever passive, unreadable face that makes predicting her movements hard to discern and even harder to catch off guard. You narrowly dodge another slash of her saber, and your cutlass swishes through the air, only shallowly cutting her sleeve. Despite this, she is far from deterred, and you have to parry another swing. The steel of the blades screeches as your blades clash against each other. Now at a temporary standstill, the both of you exchange eye contact for a brief moment. Lilac eyes, brimming with determination, skirts away from yours. She pulls away only to lunge again, a thrust of her blade heading towards you abdomen but you dodge, side-stepping it. The blade skims just past you, embedding into the wood of one of the masts. Realizing the given opportunity, you give a swift kick to the pirate’s stomach, disconnecting her hand from the handle of her sword. She tumbles onto the ground with a grunt, and you use no time to close the distance.

Just as you are about to deliver another blow, a loud gunshot sounds through, making you flinch. A sharp pain erupts from your left shoulder and you stumble back from the young pirate. You cock your head, peering behind you. This action allows you to narrowly miss two oncoming daggers, though your cheek and neck get nicked. Spinning on your heel, you face the dagger wielding pirate fully. He’s a young boy, with a top hat and matching eyes of the saber user. Siblings, perhaps? The fierceness in his eyes confirms your suspicions.

You charge at the boy, but before reaching him, a large wave crashes into the boat, water spilling overboard and throwing you off balance. The sudden impact makes you lose your balance, and you’re hurtled towards the railings of the ship, your back slamming into it. An audible crack emits from the collision and your spine screams out in agony. Lifting yourself into a crawling position, you glance up at the havoc over the deck.

A bit close to you is your captain, fighting against a white-haired woman. Given the striking polearm she wields, that must be the Knave, one of the eleven Harbingers of the Fatui pirates. Her movements are graceful, every thrust and slash calculated and precise. In contrast, your captain’s movements are botched, desperate. Every output of effort from him is just for another instance of him scraping by with his life. Each parry with his saber leaves his arms trembling. He is a bumbling mess compared to the Knave. Easily, you can tell it’s a losing battle for your captain. He’s outclassed.

You’re about to rise when a flicker of bright light catches your gaze. Your eyes widen as you turn your head to spot a bright orange mass covering a part of the deck, and it only grows the longer you gaze at it. The flames stalk towards you with a terrifying space. Despite your body’s protest, you beckon your body to stand. When you have both feet on the wooden planks, you head towards your captain to assist him in his battle. Abruptly, the Marine ship shakes, another current assaulting its side. Swept off your feet, your body is flung, your lower abdomen hitting the top of the railings while you roll off of the ship. It’s only by sheer luck that your hand catches the base of the railing, holding onto it with all the strength you could muster in your left arm. The rest of your body hangs over the ever-swallowing sea.

Your grasp is slipping because of the rain. You grunt as you try to lift yourself with just one arm. Opening your mouth, you clench your teeth onto the spine of your cutlass, freeing up your right arm to grip onto the base of another fence. With much effort, you’re able to heave your head up so that your eyesight is just over the floor. You can spot the familiar boots of the captain. Every muscle in your arm is straining, burning painfully. Holding on for much longer is impossible.

The cutlass has to go. You let the weapon fall from your mouth, and it plunges into the waters below.

“Captain! Captain!” The guttural outcry comes from your lips. There’s the groaning of wood breaking. A large shadow looms over you, and you lift your gaze. The mast above tilts down, forewarning its collapse on top of you.

“CAPTAIN!” You scream out, no longer having the strength to lift your head above the deck. You dangle helplessly, your grip slacking with each second.

You hear thumping footsteps towards you, and you have never been more grateful to see the unsightliness of your captain’s face peering over the railings.

For a moment, he does nothing, viewing your vulnerable state. His lips twitch, a small smile stretches over his face. He turns away briefly, glancing in both the right and left direction, before focusing on you again.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that they know you fought honorably,” he says, venom in his voice. “So go ahead and let go.”

Your blood freezes, and his face disappears. Your arms can no longer continue and you let up.

You fall, plunging into the icy cold waters. The iciness does not just seep into your blood, but your muscles and tendons too, making your body heavy. Air is stolen away from you and you flail and kick to the surface for air. Everything hurts. As you sputter for oxygen, coughing out the saltwater, your vision catches the glimpse of a long brown mass toppling down onto you. It’s the last thing you see when something hits the back of your head, and everything fades into an inky abyss.

—

Everything hurts. It's the first thing that comes to you when you are able to grasp even a bit of consciousness. You feel it in your limbs, your back, your abdomen, essentially anything above your waist has a stabbing sensation in it. A groan, followed by a deep suction of air, emerges from you, and you lift your head up. Your eyes flutter open, bright light stabbing into your eyes. You let out a pained groan, rolling your neck to ease its discomfort but find it unhelpful.

Your eyes adjust to the orange glow of your surroundings. You blink several times to relieve the blurriness in your vision, able to see more clearly. Given the rocking motion and the familiar sound of waves crashing, you would reckon you're on a ship. Looking down at yourself, you're seated on a chair. You attempt to sit up, only to find yourself unable to. Rope digs into the skin of your bound wrists, and you let out a string of expletives in a single defeated sigh.

“Did you learn that tongue from the Marines?�� A cutthroat voice resounds through the room.

You dip your head, turning towards the figure. A tall woman leans against the wall in the corner, a good bit of distance away. White and black strands, charcoal hands, crimson crossed-pupils, and the epitome of beauty and refinement that marks the appearance of the Knave. Strange to find that among pirates, of all brutish people. Your hazy mind clears in an instant, and you sit up straighter. The pirate captain's presence brings about your most recent memories onto the forefront of your mind in short bursts. With a forceful swallow, you recognize that you have been captured by the Hearth pirates. If you're alive rather than dead, that means they have some use for you. Whatever it is, you need to escape from this. You can only do that when you fish for enough information.

Taking in your surroundings, you'd have to guess you're in some storage room. Stacked barrels make up the majority of the room. Perhaps if you're able to access the contents of the barrels, you can use them to escape. If not, you could easily ruin their supplies, including food and water.

“I just thought communicating would be easier in your language,” you snark back, observing the Harbinger's reaction. Expectedly, she remains inexpressive, revealing nothing. She leans away from the wall, stalking towards you. Heels click against the floorboards. Only pirates would have the audacity to be wearing such compromising shoes out on the sea.

She stands before you, unmoving, her piercing gaze smiliarly fixated on your form. When nothing comes from her lips, you make conversation first.

“Admiring me?”

This earns a humorless chuckle. “There's nothing to admire.”

Ow.

A frown comes across your face. Acting coy does not work on pirates like the Knave. The Knave seems like someone who only responds to directness. No use in stalling.

“What happened to my crew?”

“They were alive when we left them.”

“And are they still alive?”

“Presumably.”

You grit your teeth, lunging at her in anger. Your bounds don't allow for much movement, and it only makes your chair screech across the floor boards towards the pirate. “You left them in the middle of the storm with a ruined ship! You killed them!”

“You were the fools that decided to attack us.”

“You would have attacked us first! You scum aren't above anything! How can I even trust your word? How do I not know you're not lying to my face?! How do I know you haven't slaughtered them all?!” You scream, thrashing against the ropes wildly.

“I doubt any persuasion could relieve your distrust. I see that any sort of conversation with you will be futile,” the pirate remarks. She spins on her heel, heading towards the door. You're almost tempted to let her if it means the chance of never seeing her face again, until another thought crosses your mind.

Why did she want some sort of conversation with you?

“Wait.”

The Knave stops in her tracks. “Are you choosing to be civil for once?”

You scrunch your nose. “Never mind. I can't bear seeing your face again.”

An audible huff comes from the pirate before she does face back towards.

“Why did you… why did you keep me alive? Why did you spare me? Why did you…” You pause, recalling back to your last memories. You were knocked unconscious by falling debris, that you were sure of. You should have drowned by all accounts. You doubt your crewmates have saved you–you hate to admit it, but you would have sunk to the seabed before one of them had noticed. Your crewmates would have been too focused on the pirates to have. If it wasn't any one from your party, then that only leaves the opposing party. However, there is no logical reason for them to. You'd sooner accept divine intervention rather than pirates having rescued you.

The voice in your head, the voice that has been fostered since your childhood, tells you that it is neither of those two, just a sick sense of karma. Pirates aren't capable of any good doing. If they've kept you alive, it's because they intend to hurt you even more. They're inhuman monsters who only know how to steal and steal, until nothing of you is left. Wretched people that shouldn't even have the luxury of being labeled as ‘humans.’

“Why am I here?” You finally settle on those words.

Silence stretches for a single moment before she begins. “You encountered two of my children, yes?”

You raise your eyebrows at the mention of ‘children.’ You're aware that some captains likened themselves to a parental figure of their crew–it seems like the Knave is one of those cases. You think back to the young ash blond pirates you briefly fought.

“The swordswoman and the dagger thrower,” you reply.

“Correct. I found Lyney as a child, when I was wandering the alleys of a shoretown. He bumped into me because he was in a hurry to save his sister from being sold to a high ranking Marine.”

Shock envelopes your face as you process those words. A Marine? Someone whose duty is to protect citizens? A high ranking Marine? Someone whose performance and power is praiseworthy and yet they would do something like that? The thought sickens you. That kind of behavior… that can only pertain to a pirate right? It is not possible for a Marine to act that way. Other Marine officials would have never allowed it. She must be feeding falsehoods to trick you, to get you to betray your family and duty. There's no way this would happen.

Despite your inner turmoil, Arlecchino continues. “When I took them in, fed them and gave them somewhere to sleep, it took several months for Lyney to sleep in his own quarters. He couldn't be torn away from his sister's quarters. Any chore assigned to him, Lynette had to be beside him. You would have to possess a superhuman strength to separate him from her.”

You could imagine why. Your stomach churns uncomfortably, hating the fact that with every word, her story seems more and more plausible. Why were you even considering this fabricated story? Why were you being swayed by a pirate's tongue?

“Why are you telling me this? You didn't take me to tell your kids’ sob story,” you remark.

“Every single person on this ship has been dealt an unfortunate hand by the Marines. My children,” she speaks with a hint of indignation, her voice chillingly sincere, “have suffered and wept because of a Marine. Not one of them has ever had a good history with a Marine.”

She gives you a pointed look, one that makes your blood boil. You hate it, you want to gauge her eyes out because you can see the glint of sympathy in them. “I see now that it's not just people having been harmed by the Marines. But their own people too.”

“I am not some pitiful stray you found on the street!” You scream, having heard enough of this. “I have not been wronged by-”

“Your captain abandoned you.” That is all it takes to silence you, and your outburst dies the instant it comes. Any protests on your lips is pummeled away by the heaviness in your chest that forms whenever you think back to that moment. Arms aching, helpless and dangling, and the man you relied upon to lead you and guide you, turns away. He left you, simple as that, to die. Why? You couldn't even fathom a reason. How could a captain do that? After all your service, after all you've done for him, he leaves you.

“You would have died because of a self-serving captain.”

And you still have the audacity to try and defend him. The Marines are all you know. He was just one man. That did not mean all the Marines were like that. “He was just one man.”

“One man is all it takes. One man is one too many. And if that were true, no one else would be on my ship. I do not believe that all Marines are as revolting as him. Quite the opposite. But there is enough and that's the problem.

“You may find it hard to believe, but we want to welcome you. If you choose to so stubbornly reject our hospitality and company, we will drop you off at the nearest island so you may return to your duty. But here, we at least know of loyalty and family, I assure you that.”

The Knave approaches you. You hear the unsheathing of a blade and you feel your wrists relieved from their bounds. You gape at her.

“Welcome to the House of the Hearth.”

More A/N: I know this was really long, and not at all romantic, but I got way too invested into the plot of it all to actually focus on the romance. Please someone request a part two because I haven't enjoyed writing a piece this much in a while (i know my inbox is closed for requests but I will make this an exception. This was such a fun piece that really had me invested the entire time while writing. I would love to see Arlecchino's and Reader's relationship develop more. I hope you guys enjoyed this because it's now the longest request I've ever written.

I'm not done yapping, unfortunately. To address anon's commentary. First of all, never be sorry for the commentary. I love yapping, as you may be able to tell. I love hearing your guys' ideas and I think they're all so cool!! (I'm also lonely :v pls talk to me anons).

I love, love, love Arlecchino's character, and I so wish to see it more explored in x Reader fics (I have something like this in the works ehehe) and I totally see the comparison between Furina and Clervie (even though I don't ship Arlefuri).

I've already written Goddess! Arlecchino x Reader! I've linked it in case you haven't seen it before. I'm also working on an Alien! Arlecchino x Human! Reader, so not quite like the Alien AU! Arlevie, but I thought it's something you might be interested. I think that Bunny! Arle would be more like her plush in the Arlecchino animation, but seeing her with floppy ears is such a cute image. With the Isekai AU, I guess it really depends on my mood. (I've also put a different concept for an Arlecchino Isekai-ed AU in the same post), but likely the one mentioned in your asks will have more crack.

I really want to think you for your conideration of my ideas!! It means a lot to me that people actually see them and like can envision it and feel the raw potential for that story like I do. I know it took super long for me to get to this request and it might not even be how you wanted but I hope you like it. <333

Note to future requests: if you guys give me a list of ideas you want me to do (bc you're as indecisive as I am), I can pick one to write :33)

#arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x you #genshin arlecchino #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #edgeray.writes #edgeray.requests

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oobbbear · 1 year ago

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An original species inspired my the moon phases :]! Long post warning ⚠️

These are new moons, they are the smallest and the weakest sub species of the moon kinds

These little creatures can be found everywhere, some living amongst the humans, some in the forest, some even under water

Their height range from 5cm to 30cm

New moons who lives in the human world disguises themselves as everyday objects so they can blend in and not be caught, they steal little trinkets and foods when human’s not looking

These are the crescent moons, they act mostly the same as new moons the only difference is they’re taller and stronger

New moons would sometimes disguise themselves as other moon species so they don’t get attacked by them. Moons are not the kindest to the other sub species. New Moons usually go out in a group of 3 or more, that way they can look out for each other in the big dangerous world.

New moons dress up in heavy layers not only to blend in with their surroundings, it also because their natural body is very soft and fragile, they need the layer of protection to not die easily in the wild

Their disguise of choice is like their second skin it aids and protects them, even tho it is changeable and won’t hurt them when damaged, the little guys value them greatly

This is a Sun, they are the natural enemies of the Moons, while Moons are like little humans, Sun are more like big shiny long dogs, they’re not as smart as the moons but they are much stronger and faster than them

Suns hunts New Moons as food

And in return New Moons do the same

Whenever a Sun is killed by the New Moons, the little creatures would gather together and throw a big party to celebrate their rare victory against their biggest threat in the wild

They called the celebration “The Feast of Eclipse”, like the name, Eclipse appears rarely, and it is the only time a moon can dominate a sun, even if only for a short amount of time

During the celebration, they would dance and sing around their kill and pray for the safety of their kind and for their god to protect them against the many predators they face. It’s a traditional ritual for them

After the ritual, they would cut up the Sun beast and prepare its flesh for the feast. Suns are very good nutritions for the Moons so they won’t let anything go to waste, they make wine out of their blood and meat for the main dishes, after the meal left over flesh will be make into jerkies, and bones will be turn into tools or decorations

Enough about New Moon, let's talk about some other sub species of Moons

This is a Full moon, they are the rarest of the Moon kind. Alike other Moons, they also disguises themselves to blend in their surroundings, but unlike others who gathers material to make their second skin, Full Moons are natural shapeshifters. They release a orb like liquid from the back of their head which made up their body, they can mold it into any form, the only flaw is that they are not able so change their facial structure and their skin patterns.

Full Moons are on the top of the Moon food chain, they eat every single Moon species which including their own kind. These bastards eat ugly look away.

They are the only Moon kind who can own and train a Sun, some keep them as pets but most use as hunting dogs to catch New Moons.

This is all I got at the moment! here's a chart of all the Moon phases, I am planning to introduce the Quarters and Gibbous in the future so keep an eye out if you're interested! I love making character concept it gives my brain something to work with when I'm on break :]

Oh also! feel free to make your own little Moon Phase creature designs and please tag me if you plan to post it I wanna see I’m curious what y’all make of them!

#my art #oc #Moon phase creatures #character design #character concept #cw animal death #cw blood #tw blood #cw body horror #full moons are so weird I love them so much

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goldenheart-week · 9 months ago

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Goldenheart Week 2024 Prompts

Each day has four prompt options to choose from: a "Goldenheart" prompt, a "Blackloin" prompt, an AU, and a quote from the movie or comic. There are also five alternative prompts if you are not inspired by any of the options for a given day.

All kinds of fanworks are welcome: digital art, traditional art, 100 word drabbles, ficlets, longer fics, poems, embroidery, cosplay, music, gif sets, vids, etc.

Day 1/June 27: Firsts (meeting, kiss, "I love you," etc) | Memory | Commoner Ballister AU (Ballister doesn't become a knight)

“You always remember things as better than they were.” / “And YOU always remember them as WORSE.”

Day 2/June 28: Forgiveness | Apologies | Prince Ballister AU (Queen Valerin makes Ballister her heir instead of a knight)

“Ballister, wait — if I don't make it out, I need to tell you—" / "We can't do this now. Just...just promise me you won't get yourself killed."

Day 3/June 29: Pride | Weakness | Magical Creature AU (Mermaids, Vampires, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, etc)

“They’re going to love you. Like I do."

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“She’s not just a creature. She’s my friend. Someone I love is going to try and kill her. And she’s going to kill him."

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“I wish — we could just go back. I wish things could be how they were."

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“Then you never knew me at all."

Day 7/July 3: Healing | Pain | Role Swap AU

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" / "Because I love you!"

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“Arm-chopping is not a love language!”

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howlingdemon13 · 1 year ago

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Betelgeuse I was hugely inspired by a bunch of artists and fic writers in the fandom, as well as a few monster artists who specialize in combining different creatures into beasts that actually look cohesive. I’m not sure how well I was able to execute the vision here, but I’m really proud of it regardless! DiamondZ, nonbinary-arsonist, stinkyhorsebitch, and arbuzyansky were the main catalysts for this, so definitely take a peek at their work or give them a follow. I was initially going to submit this guy for a staff art show, but I don't want to rush the rest of it, so I'm just going to post what I have finished here. Design notes are under the cut.

In earlier drafts, I was looking into more serpentine-looking designs since Beetlejuice turns into a snake in the film. Some of the concepts I was leaning towards looked like either a lindworm or centipede, but I think mammalian fits Musicaljuice since he’s “softer” in a lot of aspects compared to his film counterpart. I may look into playing with a more snake/bug-like design in the future. Beetlejuice’s overall look is heavily inspired by Chalicotherium goldfussi, which were huge Miocene ungulates that are distantly related to things like rhinos and tapirs. Given that Beetlejuice is super old, I felt like an extinct animal was a proper fit. On a more personal level, I really like the way these guys look and it was easier to rework their body plan into something that looks carnivorous. That, and I wasn’t really vibing with other mammalian body plans, especially because I wanted something that was close in shape to a human without being apelike. Huge herbivores also have larger stomachs, which I feel is a better analogue to Beetlejuice’s body type. You’ll have to pry that man’s curves from my cold, dead hands. All his forms are chubby and soft, and I’ll fight you over it in the Denny’s parking lot. I also added some hyaenid traits, especially for the head shape and teeth. Hyenas are very social animals (like Beej, except no one can see him), and striped hyenas and aardwolves specifically have these tall crests of fur that run down their backs and back legs that they can raise and lower to communicate. I’d argue it’s fitting since Beetlejuice’s hair sticks up at odd angles and communicates his mood (intentional or not). And hyenas laugh. Granted they giggle when they’re stressed, but it still fits. I modeled his stripes off of both species as well. His hind paws, ears, and tail are all based off of those of opossums. Beej is very “trash animal”-coded, and I felt like the opossum traits would fit better with the Chalicotherium body than something like a raccoon or skunk. I felt a little bad about not giving him a ton of bug traits, so I tried to add mandibles, but they just weren’t looking right in earlier design drafts. I gave him a bunch of small eyes to compensate, but making him look buggy wasn’t the only reason for the extra eyes. We know from early drafts of the musical script that Beetlejuice’s last name is Shoggoth. These creatures are mentioned by Lovecraft in Fungi from Yuggoth and At the Mountains of Madness, but I’m not sure if this implies that Beej is a shoggoth, or if it more so refers to him being able to manifest multiple limbs/shapeshift/warp reality like one. In that same vein, the mouth in his chest is mostly to look scary and is just another fun little Lovecraftian trait that I felt was needed. Same to the tendrils, but that’s also a common fandom trait that is pretty much canon (to me) at this point. I might rb this with headcanons later on.

#beetlejuice #demon beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #howie's art

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stealingyourbones · 2 years ago

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I gift you a large toad skull from my grandmothers backyard

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inspired by TiredUniversityScam’s Billy Batson x Danielle Phantom

so like they’re both 14 in this AU, and are fiancé’s for like political immunity and such, and they do enjoy each others company but they aren’t really planning on getting married for a LONG time, but they have known each other for a while.

Also in this AU Danny is High King, Dan is Duke, Danielle is the high Princess and Jazz is the royal Advisor (but she also lives a mortal life cause she thinks its fun (they’re all immortal in this AU) so she’s not around a lot of the time).

ANYWAY both Danielle and Billy can shapeshift to more “adult” forms, though Billy can only turn into Shazam, while Elle has a much wider range of ability. (They’re mostly waiting until Billy dies of old age or smth to get married cause that just makes the whole process easier).

So let me set the scene:

The watchtower is quietly freaking out, a glowing green rip in reality has appeared and a hugely powerful eldritch entity is slowly getting through, and all the systems they try to use to get some sort of read on this thing just blitz out.

In walks Captain Marvel.

Seeing their distress he goes to check out what theyre all looking at. he double takes at the screen as his eyes go wide. I didn’t realize that was today! Batman turns to him What was today? he growls. Captain Marvel doesn’t really give an answer, and he look’s excited for some reason. He starts asking when the watchtower was last cleaned and rushing around, eventually just giving up and taking the closest Zeta tube to the anomaly.

between one moment and the next the cameras and sensors bleep back to life, and they get a clear picture of the scene.

Captain Marvel is Hugging what looks to be a woman with long white hair in a braid. she has pale skin, almost grey if they squint, and is wearing a white and black bodysuit.

they separate from the hug and start talking animatedly between each other, slowly flying back towards the Zeta tube.

The Justice League has so many questions

link @tireduniversityscam 's post is here I really enjoy this dynamic. A way for Cap and Billy to not have an awkward relationship with someone else with an age difference that's very hMMMM to explain. Good stuff

#i love this ship honestly #dpxdc #bones replies

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overthestars-and-offtoneverland · 5 months ago

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Fuck it. V.F.D but make it Magical

So, I've made some posts where I make AUs that kick V.F.D's cult levels up to 11, but woe is you I thought about something for too long again.

The Mythological Creatures AU

V.F.D is a secret organization where nonhumans hide in plain sight using magic and other methods to pass themselves off as humans.

The Eye Tattoo is now a magical seal used to help them hide their true forms. This can either be achieved through an actual mark on the skin or through a pendant/trinket worn somewhere on the body. Humans are aware of the existence of nonhumans, but typically fear them.

(Gonna split this in two Sugar Bowl Gen and Unfortunate Gen)

Sugar Bowl Gen:

Olaf: Changeling/Shapeshifter (His disguises are still see-through because something always looks viscerally wrong about him. Very Uncanny Valley)

Olaf’s Troupe:

Bald Man With Warts – Human (Not Everyone is Nonhuman)

Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender (Orlando) – Human (Not Everyone is Nonhuman)

The White-Faced Women – Ghosts (Haunted Olaf’s Theater, Now haunting Olaf until they leave in-story)

Fernald – Gillman (Think Creature From The Black Lagoon because I’ll get rid of the fishhooks joke over my dead body)

The Snicket Siblings: Algea (Often mistaken for angels due to their vulture wings, these are creatures that are the physical personification of sorrow.)

Beatrice: Angel (Fallen, taking a bit of inspiration from Dante’s Inferno. Feels thematically appropriate)

Bertrand: Sirin (Often mistaken for angels due to their owl wings, these are creatures that are the physical personification of joy)

Monty: Naga (Because of course I’m gonna make snake uncle a snake!)

Josephine: Banshee (Think of the fact that her anxiety is heightened because she can’t tell if her screams are because she’s scared or because someone’s going to die, and it could be her this time. Like the scream that happened the day Ike died)

Georgina Orwell: Samodiva (A type of fairy known for hypnotizing men and driving them insane)

Sir: Smoke/Smog Monster (Born from the lumbermill’s smoke production. His cigars help him keep a physical form)

Charles: Warlock (Human born with magical ability and connection. Magically bound to Sir)

(The Lumbermill Workers are all humans, which makes them easier to control and manipulate)

Esme: Pixie (Passes herself off as a regular fairy to hide her true nature)

Jerome: Satyr (No specific reason, but Satyr’s are known for being docile and made a fool of in theatrical productions if you want to stretch)

Hector: Human (Not everyone can be nonhuman. I like to think nonhumans are actually not allowed in the Village of Foul Devotees unless they are a type of bird creature. So, if he were a nonhuman, Hector would be a Harpy. Alternatively, he is a Harpy, but he’s hiding his true form like V.F.D associates do to avoid persecution)

Olivia Caliban (Miranda Caliban by Extension): Oracle (Human born with magical abilities and the gift of prophecy. Ishmael often dismisses Miranda’s prophecies. Kind of a Cassandra situation)

Captain Widdershins: Tannin (Sea Serpent, think a Water Naga. Some sources refer to this creature as “The Whale” because they are sometimes presented with the head of a boar and the body of the whale. It’s a Moby Dick reference!)

The Denouement Triplets: Shadow Creatures (They morph and move through shadows, sometimes even blending together. This makes it even harder to tell Ernest and Frank apart, and nearly impossible to find Dewey. They can morph into shadows to prevent harm to their physical form… If they’re fast enough.)

Ishmael: Poltergeist (A malevolent spirit haunting the island and its residents. Keeps his physical form by stealing the life force and free will of those who allow him to. His powers do not work on the unwilling.)

(Olaf’s Mentors are both Demons.)

(Mr. Poe and family are humans)

I'm open for suggestions for any characters I missed.

Like, what was Ike before he died?

Gustav? Sally? R?

How about our Netflix Originals? I'd love your opinions on Jacqueline, Larry, and Babs.

See you in Part Two to discuss the kids!

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #vfd

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crowdemoninkinkyboots · 1 year ago

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Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "crowdemoninkinkyboots "?

before i give my fav fics, my username is in reference to sebastian because he’s a crow demon with kinky boots uvu

okay these are in no particular order but here’s my top 10 fics:

Shapeshifter by Honeythief

black butler, sebaciel

y’all this fic broke me. whoever suggested it owes me emotional compensation. but it also hurt so good. it’s in first person which may turn off some people but i promise it’s worth the read

Sanglier by vanroku

twisted wonderland, rookpel with a hint of jackpel

it’s painfully hard finding dead dove/whump content with my fav pomefiore boys, but this is absolutely perfect

Timeless Eternity by GammaRays

demon slayer, kibutan

y’all this fic is dark. but it’s so good. it kinda sparked my thing for captor/captive tropes, and tbh it’s probably my fav kny fic

actually i lied the next two are fics i commissioned i still absolutely adore (they’re also omegaverse lmao)

Knock Knock Little Bunny by mattysones

demon slayer, kibutan

i was so excited for this fic and it was worth the wait. omegaverse + whump is such a tasty combination for me and matty wrote it perfectly. best money i’ve spent.

Torridity by mcpoggy

demon slayer, kanaoi

mcpoggy is usually a giyutan writer and i’m probably going to add one of her other fics here but i absolutely adored how this fic came out. it’s so vanilla compared to the other fics listed but i love it. i need more omegaverse yuri in my life

When I Kissed The Teacher by mcpoggy

demon slayer, giyutan

this is like THE giyutan fic, and also my first bookmark on ao3. it’s also vanilla compared to most other fics on this list but giyutan does have an age gap. it’s super long but i’d alway recommend mcpoggy’s giyutan fics uvu

heads rolling for the one i adore by nyabatos

genshin impact, zhongven

ok i’m INCREDIBLY biased because the author is my best friend but she’s such an incredible writer. it’s also such an interesting au where venti sacrifices his freedom to zhongli to save mondstadt and the aftermath of that deal

The Fall of Mondstadt series by Probabri

genshin impact, kaeluc

whoops my bias is showing again bc i’m also friends with the author but this story awakened kinks in me i didn’t know i had oops

Spear Fishing by reallybadcontent

genshin impact, beidou/fem!reader

ahem. so. i’m not typically into reader pov fics but beidou is. beidou. and i’m a weak lesbian. and ngl i also imagined my oc instead. so. next fic

Dream A Little Dream of Me by BadBadz

black butler, sebaciel

ok i’m being biased again, since this was based off of a tumblr post i made, but i was so happy it inspired someone and it turned out great. of course my fav sebaciel fics have angst in them…it’s like i like hurting myself…

pls lmk if y’all have ever read any of these fics/ur thoughts! i’m sure u all noticed a trend lol

#ask #fanfiction #sebaciel #kibutan #dead dove #omegaverse #rookpel #giyutan #not tagging vanilla ships soz

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miralyk · 11 months ago

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love the drawings you've been making for desmond and alex, what's ghosts in the machine? first i see them crawling out of your screen and now everyone's angels devils or monsters, i don't know if i'm missing something!

ah man, think it's time to try to summarize everything and apologize LMAO;; ty for asking though, i should've made things less confusing! this will be a Pretty lengthy post for irl context/backstory and "actual au" info so be ready if you want to read everything!

(for starters, the title's just a pun on the philosophical phrase "ghost in the machine" interpreted Literally and taking inspiration from clay in ac revelations, since he Was a ghost in a machine and jokingly called "my guardian angel" by des, haha)

the short version: basically, "ghosts in the machine" is what i've called the au(?) where i just doodle silly "artist talking to her art muse(s)" stuff like these kinds of comics instead w me,, the ""art muse"" is whatever i'm hyperfixated on (currently desmond, the assassin brotherhood as a whole, and alex/prototype lmao):

the Full LONG version: when replaying prototype and ac awhile back, i also posted fanart on LOFTER (china’s local version of tumblr) and made a mainlander mutual/friend who drew fanart too, like her oc w the assassins in an animal shapeshifter 刺客信条乙女向 (assassin’s creed otome) au! as i’m vietnamese-american and she’s chinese, we use translators and send pictures/doodles to talk about the games and our days, and when i was replaying prototype, she started ac2 too and sent me this as commentary:

from there, whenever we’d text or send pics/art, it became a running joke of sorts to also include our ""game companions"" like that fanfiction thing of “author’s note where the author and fictional characters comment on the situation and/or talk to each other”, and my doodles also became us or our computers being accompanied by them LMAO;; that’s pretty much the origin and setting of the particular doodles; just the daily shenanigans and art struggles of an artist (me and her) talking to their art muses (characters from special interests) haunting them and their computers

as for the "supernatural" aspects, at some point desmond and alex got drawn an as angel and devil because i’ve had ridiculous “protected by a guardian angel” luck lately like surviving a car crash unharmed, they’re my favorites and associated with me, the motifs match the duo, etc, it's not really that deep and/or for a "Lore Reason";;

likewise, the brotherhood got drawn as ghosts to emphasize the “we/our computers are haunted by them” joke more, along with how my friend and i are both asian and used to like ghosts and ancestral worship casually being a part of our lives already LMAO (ig in the context of the au then, they’re basically desmond’s ancestral spirits disney-mulan-style that freeload off of his vietnamese protectee (me) for both spiritual veneration or "worship" like staying relevant in this modern age via fanart)

for example, i'm also considering drawing like altair, ezio, connor, and edward as the vietnamese four holy beasts just to play around, things like that! there's no special lore reason aside from just personal thoughts and "oh that'd be fun to draw", they just thematically fit well being four prominent “legends” and being desmond's ancestors, etc,, haha

at the end of the day, "ghosts in the machine" are just silly shenanigans of me drawing what's on my mind, from who/what i'm hyperfixated on (aka impromptu art muses for me), any thoughts/frustrations i have w daily life or drawing stuff,, and "hm this sounds cool, i could draw this design or Cool Thing" stuff. it's not really an au persay (plus i still really cringe and feel self-consciously wary about the embarrassing self-insert aspect of all this, help lmao), it’s just,, just silly personal scribblings that are kind of sharing an inside joke to everyone now, but i'm happy to know people still humor these silly drawings and are curious if there's more to it, thank you!

#ghosts in the machine au #tldr all of this is silly doodling w a mainlander friend but now all of china... AND GLOBAL...... tumblrs know i'm cringe (pain)#i'm honestly surprised that people both on tumblr/global and LOFTER/china like these a lot and want more but yeah dghfdkj #protocreed #assassin's creed #desmond miles #alex j mercer #don't know what else to tag esp if people want to blacklist this... i don't want to clog 'canon' tags like character tags lmao #ask

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aeonophagic · 1 year ago

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There are lots of things that go through my head regarding Void Archives. I read Dungeon Meshi the other day, which inspired me to finally draw one of them! You will recognise the last panel as the last one from chapter 88.

I think this entire thing is outside my skill level, but I still wanted to share my vision because this is something I’m crazy about, so I’m posting the draft I may or may not use depending on how much willpower I have to put myself through something I know will be difficult for me.

I like to imagine Void Archives doing this kind of stuff. Their body is soulium, which is incredibly resistant and easily malleable if you know what you’re doing — not to mention that changing your form is within the Herrscher of Reason’s skill set.

The purple person is Kafka. I like to imagine that, if Void Archives ever comes back to the Astral Express, they’d be dispatched on missions to make up for the damage they’ve done. They’re the best fit against most serious things because their survivability is unmatched.

They can also shapeshift as long as they have someone’s genetic material (interpreting it from London Holiday and AE VN, I like to think the material is usually blood) so they’re the one and only person suited for undercover missions.

The problem is that they’re not good at lying, let alone impersonating people, which makes things difficult. You can easily spot the differences if you know the person they’re impersonating.

#honkai impact 3rd #hi3 #honkai star rail #hsr #void archives #hsr kafka #kafka #rajart #rajatalk #headcanons

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viaetor · 1 year ago

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ㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍?

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ( post sumeru + fontaine )

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤtheories and headcanons.

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#𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒, #𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 and #𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄: this post will mesh both canon in-game content and my lore for aether and the twin siblings. it takes the basis of what happened in sumeru’s and fontaine’s archon quests and it will be automatically put into threads whenever fitting, unless otherwise discussed. susceptible to change as the game progresses, this post will be updated accordingly. / MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED 4.2 YET.

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as shown in the image above, aether canonically carries a shoulder piece on his left shoulder. if you pay close attention to it, the image resembles that of a small tiger. it could also be interpreted as a lion pup, however, i have strong reasons to believe that it’s a tiger, and this will become important for my aether’s interpretation.

tigers are divine creatures in many cultures, but specifically in chinese-cantonese mythologies, tigers are associated with the power of stars and heavens, such as shown in the confucian chapter xì cí shàng (classics of changes), which talks about the sì xiàng (the four symbols). ancient chinese astronomers divided the sky into four main territories: those protected by the 1) azure dragon, 2) black tortoise, 3) vermilion bird and 4) white tiger; all of them composed of seven stars, each representing a main element that constitutes their being. considering that there are canonically four descenders in teyvat according to nahida, and that they’re “otherwordly”, it doesn’t seem to be too much of a stretch to consider that aether represents the white tiger in this context.

if aether represents the white tiger, then lumine would be the black tortoise (which is sometimes represented as having a snake around it). their colour schemes seem to be opposites to what they represent, and that could be very much intentional as if to follow the taoist order of yin-yang. while aether in-game has a higher def stat than lumine’s (representing his defensive nature, tortoise), lumine has higher atk stats (representing her aggressive nature, tiger). therefore, following taoism philosophy, which seems to inspire a lot of creative writing in genshin, their “cores” would represent the complementary opposites of what they are. aether is focused on defence for his soul is ferocious (yang, tiger), and lumine is aggro-oriented because deep down she’s resilient (yin, tortoise).

as well, something to further sustain this is that, although aether’s name in chinese is kong (空, as in “sky”), it can also be written as 孔 (meaning “bright”), which is a common noun used to describe the white tiger and heavenly teachings in the xì cí shàng.

based on this, as well as on my lore for aether and some bias i have towards the “true/proper name” philosophy — which you can read more about here and here, but i’ll probably make a separate post for this in the future —, my interpretation of the traveller will have many names. the name he chooses for teyvat is the one he grew more accustomed to, “aether”, but he has others. his “true/proper name”, the name given to him by the stars and lumine herself, will be “kong”.

just like with his bare hands, aether is also very protective of his true name, but if someone connects with him deeply enough, they can learn it by themselves. so far, lumine (“yin”) is the only one who knows of his true/proper name.

since my aether is a caeling, he can shapeshift. the humanoid form we see of him in teyvat is one he uses to appear more friendly, more approachable, i.e., more human. his true form has pointy long ears, black scleras, big mosaic-like wings, sharp claws and long fangs, and his hair as unruly as that of a tiger’s mane. his arms and legs are also blackened and have stars in them, that glow on the same rhythm as the big cores on his chest, wrists and knees. they’re warm to the touch and can tickle… or burn you. it really depends if the tiger is angry or not, tbh.

to recap once more and tie up with my other thoughts: as we’ve learned, there are four descenders in teyvat. the third one is dead, and the first two are missing and unknown to us. aether is classified as the 4th descender, and at the end of fontaine’s archon quest, there’s an interesting comparison that goes on with the 3rd descender, as brought on by neuvillette and paimon.

the 3rd descender’s remains are what made the gnosis possible. if such an incredible feat is possible with just one descender, what can happen if another one dies or sacrifices themselves for teyvat? considering that the number 4 in chinese culture is considered a “bad luck number”, representing “death”, this can have a lot of consequences, especially considering the parallels that tigers are very protective of what they love. would that mean that aether would die for someone? or for this world he has spent so much time on? hmmm.

i’m unsure as of yet if aether will sacrifice himself for teyvat in the future. it’s certainly a possibility, and for that reason, i’ll be making a special au verse for that scenario, where aether sacrifices his divinity, wings and everything he has to protect teyvat and thus become truly human in the process. if that happens, i’ll also be going the extra step of sacrificing his memories, just so that he’ll have to travel through the world again to learn the truth about everything. if he completely dies, however, i’ll be taking an approach similar to tales of zestiria’s ending, which i may or may not expand more upon during the future. either way, this idea in particular is still very much in the making and i would love to explore scenarios for that.

#𓆩✦𓆪 ㅤ: ㅤ❛ㅤ𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍�� / character notes.#4.2 spoilers #WHEW this one was a rly long list of headcanons #i feel like that red strings on the board guy meme DKJASDKJG but i rly love these in particular #i still have MORE headcanons i wanna put out there #as well as canon-divergency notes #but that will have to wait for another day !!#anyways rawr aether is a tiger meow #[yes typing that took away 1 year off my life]#lmk ur theories and thoughts about this if u have any!! id love to plot with u guys

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positivlyfocused · 1 year ago

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Becoming A Shapeshifter: Spectacular, New Results

Regular blog readers know I’m progressing on the trajectory of me becoming “ordinary among the superhuman.” Part of that path involves becoming a shapeshifter.

You read that right.

Nothing is off limits to us as eternal, infinite beings. Whatever it is we want is ours. But only if we become matches to that. Thinking what we want is impossible though makes it impossible. Doubting it’s possible does too. So does fearing it. As does believing we’re not worthy of it. Another thing killing desire: believing we’re only human, subject to birth and death.

Transcend these self-imposed limitations and we discover what’s really going on: that the Universe responds to our every wish with “yes”.

Regular readers also know I’ve written before about progress I’m making in realizing shapeshifting abilities. Read previous posts here and here.

Today, I’m reporting on the most intense, obvious and spectacular results indicating progress. Keep reading. If you’re at all interested in this subject, what you’re about to read may inspire you.

Not for beginners

Before getting to the deets, a word of warning: this is EXTREMELY ADVANCED mastery practice. Many, many prerequisites are required to even begin this practice. That’s because early results, if we don’t know how to see them, will elude our awareness. They will be there. But our awareness will miss them. As a result, we’ll conclude we’re not making progress.

But we are making progress.

Still, if we think we’re not, we’ll amplify THAT in our reality. Doing so, the Universe will deliver more of those results (not seeing results). Doubt will creep in, then the whole process will fail us.

This explains why I help clients learn how to see in new ways. Actually, it’s not really new. It’s ancient. But we’ve replaced this way of seeing with seeing only through our eyes. We’ve conditioned ourselves that only that which we can see is real. Everything else isn’t. So we miss the majority of what’s happening in the world.

Learning or re-learning to see appropriately, we can watch our desires become real right before our eyes. We then amplify that evidence. Then the Universe serves up more of that (seeing results). Then, in a while, we enjoy that which we want as full blown reality.

This is the process of creating. The creative process. And it works for anything we want. Small things and large things alike.

^^Clients willing to give me 75 percent bonuses for what they’re learning must mean They’re getting value. And they are: Their lives are changing for the better.

Believe it or not

What you’re about to read, therefore, may stretch your believability. I’m not sharing this to make you believe, however. I’m sharing this to amplify my own knowing and encourage more evidence I want to see. If this inspires you, great! But that’s not my purpose.

That said, my clients will attest: everything I’ve shared in this practice has resulted in exactly the results promised every client. So everything you’re about to read is accurate as far as how the Universe works.

For me, this is about one thing. I’m here to expand. This is reason enough. However, doing what I intend will show humanity that we are unlimited. Everything is possible. Anything, really. That’s our birthright. We came to joyfully expand All That Is. And we each are instances of that.

Even in our disbelief, we’re still part of All That Is.

The Buddha once asked, “what is the difference between a Buddha and a common mortal?”

“The common mortal doesn’t know he’s a Buddha.” He answered.

I’m here as an emissary of All That Is. I’m here to show all of humanity what it is. Many others are here too. They’re doing the same thing. After all, my approach may turn more off than it attracts. So it’s good many perspectives are being offered.

So whether you believe what you’re reading or not, it is all accurate. Shapeshifting is only one “supernatural” ability I pursue these days. Later, maybe, I’ll share more about those other abilities. For now, let’s stick with shapeshifting.

Meditation: the gateway

A big part of the Positively Focused Way Advanced Practice involves meditation. Besides dreams, meditation is the preferred gateway into other dimensions. It is the best way to still the mind. It also sharpens inner perception. That’s crucial because we must learn to see without using physical eyes. None of our physical sense organs work in nonphysical. They can’t handle the onslaught of data happening at that vibrational level.

But think about dreams you’ve experienced. In those realms, we see. We hear. Even our sense of smell works there. We also enjoy complex sense-making. We perceive distance. Depth perception works too. In many dreams, all these senses are richer. Far richer than physical perception.

And yet, when dreaming, our eyes are closed! Our bodies are still. Even so, we move around and manipulate objects.

So we must enjoy a completely separate set of interpretive functions apart from our physical ones. Meditation helps reacquaint ourselves with those. Then, we can start “seeing” what’s happening in that place. That place where everything in “reality” comes from.

And we can use that focus to help attract fulfilled desires. Including things some think are impossible. Shapeshifting, for example.

So what is this evidence I’m getting to? Let’s go there now.

Correlating my experience with my predecessors

Recently, in several of my meditative sessions, I experienced a swelling of my cerebellum. How do I know this? I can feel it pushing up against the bottom of my cerebrum and out the back of my neck. I also feel correlated pressures in my frontal lobe. This happens while my body “roils” involuntarily.

Swelling of that part of my brain feels odd. But it’s not unnerving. Nor is it scary. It does, however, feel very uncomfortable. In his book Astral Projection, Oliver Fox describes having similar sensations. He originally published Astral Projection in 1962. Still, it’s a great primer. In it, Fox offers helpful advice from his personal experience. He also warns readers about these sensations I’m having:

“It would now be well to consider what risks, if any, are involved in the making of such experiments…some of the symptoms…are painful and extremely unpleasant…We are dealing with what is essentially a mental exercise or process, and it is easily conceivable that an ill-balanced mind, lacking in self-control, might become temporarily or even permanently deranged.”

My experience mirrors this. I have experienced the pain he writes about. And, during an awakening experience many years ago, I felt that fear of temporary or permanent derangement.

Jane Roberts and Robert Butts report similar experiences I’m having. Given these people’s success, I know I’m on track. I also believe these sensations are exactly what they feel like: changes in my body. Changes it’s making in preparation. Preparation to support what I want: to be able to shapeshift.

Stronger evidence proving advancement

What once felt like “pain” now comes as “discomfort”. I surmise “discomfort” will ease even more when my body has completed its preparations. After all, while this is a spiritual expansion, the body must play a part. It is “shape”-shifting after all.

That’s what I believe is happening when my cerebellum swells. It’s also what’s happening when my body roils. It’s all about accommodating these new desires. Desires, that, once fulfilled, may be a human first. Maybe.

I mean, people may have wished to do this. But they may not have seriously pursued it. I’m serious. Serious enough to endure the pain and discomfort. Serious enough to keep at it until I achieve my aim.

One night after a swelling episode, I got an interesting impulse. The impulse was “find out the cerebellum’s purpose”. Knowing to act on impulses because they lead to delightful manifestations, that’s what I did. I opened Wikipedia. What I read required interpretation, however. That’s because Wikipedia’s stylistic tone is pro-science. So I needed to read the information from a spiritualperspective.

What I read astonished me.

^^The Positively Focused Way results in a person becoming superhuman among the ordinary, then becoming ordinary among the superhuman.

The astonishing correlation

Turns out that part of the brain may be the organ that manages shapeshifting. Science is very unclear about the cerebellum (no surprise there). But its speculations offer interesting glimmers. Glimmers that might shed light on what’s happening inside my skull.

According to Wikipedia, the cerebellum manages fine motor skills, particularly fine placements of the body in space. It’s also responsible for highly specific learning modalities, including optimal control, visual-spacial cognition, supervised learning and the regulation of unsupervised learning. All this includes interpreting sensory inputs from relativistic positioning to guide motor function and so much more…

Now, think about it. What is shapeshifting? It is changing one’s form from one structure to another. Doing that requires heightened levels of “Optimal Control” doesn’t it? Wouldn’t it also require highly attuned visual-spacial recognition? Yes it would. The two learning modalities play a part too. For the body must be able to tell when the shift is complete. And all this must happen at extremely fine levels. Infinite levels of relationship between parts of the body and relationships between the body and all other objects in the immediate space. In other words, extremely fine motor skills are required.

This sounds very much like functions the cerebellum excels at. So developing such abilities would necessitate expanded capacities in the cerebellum!

Did I mention how astonishing this was?

After reading the entry, I read other entries about functions I noted above. All of what I read had me conclude what you’re reading.

Now, this is admittedly speculation. But my life is a library of proof proving true my speculations. Evidence my clients are creating bolster my own proof. So something is happening. And I’m thrilled to find out more!

Further speculation brings anticipation

My cerebellum is expanding to accommodate shapeshifting. Apparently, this part of the brain also is associated with pain processing. As far as shapeshifting is concerned, every part of the body, every atom, cell and nerve must rearrange into the model/vision – the target shape. That might be quite painful. But the cerebellum may modulate pain sensors to accommodate the shift from one form to the other.

Teleportation is another ability I’m cultivating. The cerebellum may play a role there too. What is teleportation? The ability to move from one place and time and appear in another, instantly. Wouldn’t that demand extremely precise motor coordination? How about fine placements in space and time? You wouldn’t want to teleport into a concrete wall, for example!

According to Wikipedia posts I read, cerebellum functions play a role in an animal regulating precise body movements from one position in time and space to another as it traverses an environment. Or as it repositions its body. As when, for example, a cat sits down and licks its nuts…

All this inspires me deeply. It also inspires anticipation. Eagerness too. I feel certain I’m on a path. A path including astonishing abilities. It’s fun walking this path. It’s also fun seeing signs showing my progress.

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