#aliendance

[beetacome123456]

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[moonshynecybin]

would you mind sharing your marc marquez likes you power ranking?

im still working it out in my minddddd… so. with the caveat that i am just saying words recreationally:

alex

HUGE gap

aleix has known him FOREVER. theyre complex but im throwin him here bc there arent many men on the grid marc would let ass-lift him to the moon

im gonna say. fabio. traded helmets. always friendly. also fabio LOVES HIM and marc will usually match someone's energy…. have they hung out much this year? no. but we always have TOMORROW

enea… maybe… he’s ALSO known him about ten years by now and enea is like. the contrarian of the italians. friendly little guys having gay brunch together as ive discussed… again marc WILL meet your energy and i think enea is just kind of a dreamy lil sweetie sometimes and he can leave stuff on track pretty well. marc appreciates that i would wager…

about on par with enea if MAYBE slightly under him depending on who we’re talking about are the rest of the spanish/catalan riders... he helmet traded with jorge martin last year, he was teammates with joan... i think mileage varies depending on how long hes known em but we can go ahead and group them under distantly friendly but bonded by place of origin. pedro not really a marc fan but also a child so he maybe drops a few places but not too far.

luca. true neutral. would be friendlier but the vale of it all prevents them from wearing joint turtlenecks to some event in like. cunty solidarity

diggia? needs further investigation

pecco. do i think hes UNfriendly no. do i think they could easily GET unfriendly absolutely. they dont super jive to each other's jokes, pecco was mean to alex like three weeks ago, they genuinely would rather crash than let the other pass, and there's the specter of vale's little legacy coloring every interaction. that being said i think they are both VERY invested in not having the media recognize it as an actual personal rivalry and could play a game of cards in an airport waiting lounge if pressed. pecco i think in particular has this gentlemen's duel perspective, but marc simply doesnt want to get asked about it every weekend until he dies... pecco ALSO likes to get a lil bitchy in presscons and i think marc doesnt like that lol. have some couth. anybody remember BYE BYE HONDA ? not endearing

franky. marc and alex have had an INSANE relationship this year with franky including like. rushing to his aid in a medical emergency and numerous racing incidents where franky was low key being a maniac with BOTH of them. lots of that. franky had been around the longest of the academy kids so he has enough context to keep his cards relatively close to his chest but i get the sense hes a little WISER than some of these other punks so hes kind of an x-factor. ranking him below pecco purely bc i dont think marc in particular takes kindly to alex slander lol sorry 2 my frankyalex queens you are correct but MARC. is stupid thx

jack miller. called marc a whiny princess or something about his arm surgery that marc ranks among the most traumatic events of his life. im guessing marc did not enjoy that.

bez. no quarter for this clown.

[chysgoda]

September 07 Morsel

A Desertwalkers story

Bel was having a good day. Under her arm was a package that contained the last of the things she wanted for her room here in Stonewood. Everything else would go into storage at her parents’ house just outside the city. She’d picked up a bag of candied nuts from a street vendor who’d set up between the train station and post office, hopeful they’d catch some coin from visitors with more to spend then locals.

She munched on sugary morsels and considered what shelf space she had. One of her reference manuals, several of her journals of notes from the arcanist academy, and the last two Ada Fairlight papers that had been published. (As far as she knew, she hadn’t heard about any new ones from her academy friends she was still in touch with.) she should still have plenty of room on her shelves for the journals she was binding as practice for creating a new grimoire.

She ignored the sound of a coach behind her. There were people coming and going from Stonewood all the time, it wasn’t anything special. As it passed by her a head with familiar brown hair and ceruleum blue eyes leaned out and made eye contact with her. Bel’s breath seized up in her throat and then she coughed violently when half chewed nuts tickled the wrong side of her throat. She dropped the nuts and bolted in through the nearest door to her.

She pressed her back to the wall and screwed her eyes shut. All it meant was that the hazy memory of a lab was layered over the back of her eyelids rather than whatever room she was standing in. She didn’t remember much about that day beyond flash bulb images and the shift from the giddy joy of having an adult’s attention to confused, consuming terror. As she’d grown up she’d learned to deal with the terror. But it could still catch her unawares.

Grandma Athena Lahabrea was in Stonewood.

Bel opened her eyes and blinked at the sight of the interior of the Salt Lick. Well, she thought, this was the last place in town she wanted to have a break down. She forced herself to take in a deep breath and release it. She might as well go and buy a drink as apology for disrupting the day.

[chysgoda]

Art'imis's daughter Bel will always make her smile. (except ya know when the situation is shit) it is sappy as all hell but so am I. I need to get some mom and daughter shots of the pair of them

Depression is hitting today, so to put it in it's place!

my WoLQotD is simple:

Tell me something that will never fail to put a smile on your WoLs face. Tell me what makes them the most happy, no matter how trivial!

The last WoLQotD got quite the circulation, so let's see if we can make some positive vibes get that same reach!

[satoshy12]

Jazz and Danny "Zatara" Fenton, Maddie Zatara

Maddie Zatara married Jack Fenton of the a Witch Hunting Family, well a ex-Witch Hunting family. She and her family, other than Alicia, are very, very very very aliended. She doesn't believe in the way they do magic; it's science, and she will just prove it. + Danny has learned conjuration as a way to summon ghosts from the Ghost Zone in fights. Most are normal ghost animals or the ones Vlad once had as pets. But he could summon Wulf or Cujo too with it; Frostbite was still too hard to really work. + Maddie was at first confused about why her science-loving son would learn magic, but Danny told her his powers allow him to control phenomena using equations and formulas. + With just an answer to the equations and formulas, he could control the powers around him and others. The summoning was something he learned as a backup. which is the truth; it made his ghost powers much stronger after he understood how it worked. +

Maddie:" HA! SEE SCIENCE! Stupid family never believed me!"

[sunb1eeder]

tumblr user @aliendeity wants to be me so bad it makes her look stupid

[hungwy]

Just saw your aliens post from october and am confused. Are these three different species of aliend deciding the meaning of the word or three aliens from the same species. This matters

no need to be confused about it. for the past is part of the present, and any present is a gift, and for gifts it is the thought that counts. and thoughts are the past tense of thinks, and thinks are where i do my dishes. in this we can determine that "dishing out" has some relevance, but it is unclear what. hope this helps!

[chysgoda]

Art’imis Chysgoda: It depends? Like in her gladiator career? Absolutely not, she earned those wins and was savy enough to have the bank account to prove it. She absolutely owns that. As WoL? Yes she has an on going argument with the wandering minstrel because the songs are very focused on HER and she is very aware that NONE of those great deeds are solely hers and she should not be getting sole credit. (Urianger prays that she never discovers that he’s the minstrel’s source)

Bel Aliender: yes and she has the privilege that she doesn’t have to yell at eorzea’s premire singer/songwriter!

4/29/24

Is your wol(oc) humble?

[godtrauma]

SANTIAGHOE has been beamed up to

🛸ALIENDEITY🛸

[zombf]

get to know me better tag game !! tagged by @vampireassistant <3 thanks :3

Last song: sitting in my car bumping Y.A.M.S. by THOT SQUAD loud as fuck rn if im being honest

Favorite color: blood red, dark green, black :)

Currently watching: dragula season 666 babyyy<333

Last movie: i finally found my remote last night so i havent actually watched anything in weeks >.> now that it's october i'll be watching something tonight, havent decided what yet maybe nightbreed :3

Sweet/spicy/savory: savory forever <3 i do have a sweet tooth but i dont like anything too sweet, for that reason usually i prefer non-american sweets. i like spicy but i can only really do mildly spicy food.

Relationship status: chronically single and fine with that tbh, ive got too much going on rn i fear... i cant for the life of me think why anyone would wanna mess with me lol but also if it happens it happens. 🤷🏻‍♂️

Current obsessions: vampires..... :B still rereading cdf too..very slowly lol. my dragula obsession is making a comeback tho 👹 speaking of.. so far im veryyy excited for asia consent + jaharia + grey matter + auntie heroine...and majesty ate that dracula look tf up ngl.

Last thing you googled: irish wolfhound

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[horrifically]

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[chysgoda]

Evidentiary Part Two

A Desertwalkers Tale

Investigations | Part One

The deputy and the doctor (evidently the deputy’s brother) were hissing at each other in low tones and felt very far away. Hephaistos looked down at his granddaughter and struggled to connect the freshly changed bandages on her torso and down one arm, with the young woman who decided to throw aside her hard won masters to play at being a hero in the dust. She looked small on a bed that was long enough for the tallest likely patient. On a small stand next to the bed he saw Bel’s grimoire. He absently touched the chains and phoenix feathers which glowed like sleepy embers against his skin. Hephaistos had sent his old grimoire with her when she’d gone across the salt and she’d carefully added her own spells to the blank pages in the back. 

It did not seem to have served her well here. 

“What happened to her?”

The brothers Bishop looked up from whatever they had been whispering about. The doctor’s eyes narrowed, “Fucking Livia Junis is what happened to her. And she came in better than most of the people I see because of that bitch. She’ll make a full recovery if she listens to directions.”

“Better?” Hephaistos asked, his voice tight. 

“Livia isn’t known for restraint,” Deputy Augustine said. “Most people-“

“Either leave here able to tell the fucking weather, or in a damned pine box.” Mathye finished for his brother. The Lahabrea patriarch noted that the doctor had a leg brace when he turned and folded his arms over his chest, “Which I’m sure you are aware of, being her boss’s fucking lawyer.” 

He was aware of it, but in a distant clinical way. In the way of receiving reports from the junior associates he sent out to be the hands filling out papers and submitting them to the local judge. He sat down at the foot of the bed and watched his granddaughter. Her chest rose and fell in a steady cadence, but something of the pain must have chased her as she slept and pulled her expression from peaceful into pained. 

The distant whispering stopped and the door opened and closed. Bel wouldn’t be here in this backwater clinic under the care of a backwater saw bones if she’d just listened to his advice. She could have been settling into the family firm where he could guide and mold her to take over after he retired. She could have been established at the university back in the city working continuing the research she’d started with her grandmother’s guiding hand on her shoulder. She should be back in the city where the most physical harm she might face would be a mild hangover from drinking herself a bit silly after having to deal with Athena’s high society acquaintances. 

Instead she was here, burned and bandaged. 

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there when Bel groaned and a furry purple ear twitched. She twisted a bit and hissed when the motion pulled on her burned skin, she looked at him with unfocused groggy eyes, “Grandpa?”

The tone reminded him, too painfully, of when he and her mother had taken her from Athena’s lab after his wife’s second bout of madness. She’d been five years old and terrified and clung to him or Idunn as she whimpered. “It’s me, I’m going to-” 

Another shift and hiss of pain brought sharpness to his granddaughter’s miss matched blue and green eyes. Her next words were growled, “You damn well better not have taken my evidence.”

The sudden shift felt like a slap in the face and he felt his voice and temper respond, “You stole those ledgers.”

“Like hell I did!” Bel yelled back at him. “It’s salvage if his name wasn't on the deed.”

“You have no idea what you are doing” Hephaistos was on his feet and looming over the girl. 

A hand on his bicep dug in and yanked him back. The medic glared at him and jerked a thumb at the door, “Get the fuck out of my clinic.”

“This is my granddaughter!” Lahabrea growled

“I don’t fucking care. Get out of my fucking clinic.” The medic pulled him back harder surprisingly strong. Bel had forced herself to sit up so she could glare properly at her grandfather which only earned her the medics ire as well. Mathye jabbed a finger in her direction, “you will damn well lay back down before you tear that healing skin.”

Bel did as she was told with bad grace and Mathye turned his attention back to Hephaistos. The lawyer ground his teeth and looked at his granddaughter who was pointedly staring at the wall. He ground his teeth and stormed out before the sawbones could cuss at him again. At the very least the door slammed with a satisfying sound. 

Hephaistos Lahabrea began to walk back to the hotel and from the corner of his eye caught the familiar sight of a priest of the Holy Mother and Father. A priest with a familiar face. He did not stare at the priest in white robes that crossed the road. Just like the priest did not stare at the lawyer in a black suit. Lahabrea walked into the hotel and stopped at the front desk to hand over a key. “I no longer need room five.”

“Oh course sir,” the young woman had a carefully blank face. “Will there be anything else?”

“That will be all,” Lahabrea left without any pleasantries. Once he was in his room and the door locked behind him he poured water from the pitcher on top of the dresser into the basin that provided the most basic of washing up possibilities. He splashed water on his face but did not look into the mirror to see what he already knew was there. He found himself thinking of his Ericthonios in the wake of the encounter with his granddaughter. His son looked like he was every inch his son from his ember orange hair to the scarlet eyes set in dark skin, but his son was aging into laugh lines not scowl lines and his hair was not burned white by his own ambition. He considered looking for Claudine who he knew was lurking around Stonewood but after all of today’s chasing after nothing he did not have the energy to hunt down a son to argue with. 

There was one possibility that might salvage this trip to this town forsaken by the Mother and Father. Lahabrea grabbed the hand towel and patted his face dry. He locked the door behind him when he left and began walking to the chapel on the west side of town. He knew the shape of the building he was looking for without ever having seen it. The Holy Church of the Mother and Father liked to keep a consistent image. He’d been raised in the old religion that had come from across the salt. He still went enough to be seen doing so, making an effort at the show of piety helped mitigate some of the dark reputation that the Lahabrea Legal Firm had. 

The inside of the church was a pale shard of the grand cathedrals in the lands across the salt. The walls were white washed with middling violet and blue tapestries. The wooden pews were painted white with faded purple scrollwork painted on the backs. Behind the alter the rounded abstract figures of Mother Hydaelyn and Father Zodiark were carefully painted wood rather than carved alabaster and amethyst lit from within by ancient crystal. The only thing that did not seem like a worn out facsimile was the blood red stole that now hung over the shoulders of the priest. 

“You are several hours early if you want to attend midnight service.” Lahabrea would never lose that edge of surprise when the deep baritone voice rang out from the man’s slight frame. 

“Elidibus,” He stopped walking at the front row of pews and watched the priest set out candles in preparation for the service. 

“I prefer Themis these days,” the he turned to face Lahabrea. Themis was the same age as his sons, old enough to have children grown, but he still looked barely old enough to convince a saloon keeper to let him drink. 

“This isn’t where I expected to find you,” Lahabrea probed but only received one of Themis’s polite smiles. He pushed harder, “I assume you’ve-”

“I do not work for you anymore Hephaistos,” Themis cut him off, “And I have not for several years now.”

“One does not simply walk away from a vocation like yours, Elidibus,” Lahabrea put heated emphasis on the name. 

“Oh there has been nothing simple about my path,” Themis stepped up to the alter and looked at him with that same polite smile but now the blue eyes were calculating. “I would advise you to caution Hephaistos Lahabrea. The Mother and Father ensure balance in all things and all lives. You would not want anything to upset that balance and draw their will into action.” 

Lahabrea bristled at the obtusely worded threat. “Nothing you know could be used in court.”

“True balance is rarely found in the Dawnservent’s courts. You have helped to ensure as much. And so I doubt that any redress for your sins would happen there.” Themis folded his hands neatly in front of him. “I will pray that you have an uneventful trip back to the city.”

Lahabrea clenched a fist as Themis turned away from him. He stormed out of the church without even crumbs that might make something of the trip to this backwater. He returned to the hotel and slept poorly in an unfamiliar bed that night. The next morning at the train station he watched two Landsguard agents in full uniform board with the box that contained the evidence that he had originally set out to get. 

He would need to find out what those ledgers contained. Hephaistos took his seat in the single passenger car and pinched the bridge of his nose. It could wait until tomorrow when the dust of Stonewood was no longer clinging to him as a reminder of what he had failed to do. 

[vaperarmand]

idk if u seen this but its so interesting https://www.tumblr.com/aliendeity/729992813802061824?source=share

holy shit. transmasc louis transmasc gabrielle and a blunt

[vulpinesaint]

yayyyyy tag game from my beautiful beautiful mutuals @thevampirejules and @transsexualprophet to choose five songs from my on repeat & then have you guys vote :D

this one goes to @cherryriposte @godsperfectprincess @deathlonging @aliendeity @guts4ammo @bucklikethedollar :)

[octodrawn]

whatched aliend stage final just now. dont talk to me :'(