#anubis tag

[anubiarts]

For today I wanted to take a little break from doing so many silly animals, so I tried doing the Firefox logo in pixel art again! this time with an older design of it

which one do you like more?

[thcbolter]

@pscentral event 28: throwback ↳ Sibuna gang as playing cards

[bugeyedfreaks]

[madaramail]

doodles bc im fixating on too many things rn

[lilbitosunny]

None of the rendering is final but have a Ravenous au wip before I pass out

[m1d-45]

any chance of a part 2 of opportunities arisen? perhaps tighnari finds out who we are? or someone else comes after us? 👉👈 i love him sm and ur characterization of him is perfect, that fic is 100% canon in my mind for every imposter au now

prime fortune

a/n: hope this one didn’t absolutely destroy your expectations anon. it took a hard left turn halfway through and i couldn’t bring it back—

word count: 3.1k oh wow-

-> warnings: minor spoilers for sumeru archon quest (3.0-3.2), dubious medical facts that you should not follow, likely ooc cyno, excessive use of the word ‘something’ with little reasoning to show for it, cyno’s excellent humor

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

<< part 1 || < masterlist >

adapting to life in the forest was easier said than done.

you’re often paired with collei, who’s in the middle of a bad eleazar flare that keeps her confined to the village, and though she teaches you the different salves and plants, a lot of it goes over your head.

you’re interested, you are! the liveliness with which she speaks, and the animated gestures from tighnari as he explains proper safety when preparing medicine easily capture your attention, but when she hands you two mushrooms and asks her to tell you which one is morchella….

by some strange luck, you often guess correctly, your intuition knowing more than you do, but when she nods with a smile and asks you to repeat the differences…

your mind falls blank.

something about the density of the fibers inside the mushroom floats through your mind, but you can’t remember whether the true or false mushroom is heavier.

collei’s smile falters, and yours turns sheepish. when she takes you out on walks, slowly walking up the paths so you don’t strain your ankle, you can point at the differences between portobello and death caps, you can pick out holly and honeysuckle and marigold, but here…

you pass the field practice with flying colors, but your basic by-the-books forest ranger tests always end in failure.

tighnari picks out two plants from a small case, holding them up in front of you.

“you come across amir sitting just off the side of a path, clutching his stomach. after some questioning, you determine he has a stomach cramp from dehydration, and spot these two plants nearby. you’re about a 15 minute walk from the village; what do you do?”

one of the plants has many flat white flowers blooming from the top, with yellow centers, while the other has orange petals that form a ball shape on top. you know one of them is yarrow, but not which one…

you pick the latter on a whim, spinning it between two fingers as you think. “pick the petals and crush them into a paste, taking care not to overwork them. give him about a spoonful, which should be most of it, then help him up. report to shirin once we return.”

the blank mask on his face falls into confusion. “how do you even mix up marigold and yarrow?” he asks, picking the flower—marigold, you now recognize—from your hand. “you got the procedure correct, at least, but marigold is bitter and will only worsen his aches. oh, and additionally, the leaves of yarrow—however small they-“

the door to the cottage slams open, jars rattling on their shelves, and tighnari whips around to face whoever it is, one hand steadying a stack of reports.

“and just what do you think you’re- w- collei? is everything alright?”

collei’s violet eyes were wide, her shoulders heaving with breath, when she spoke, exhaustion was evident. “m-master tighnari! the matra are here on behalf of the akademiya! i tried to tell them to wait so i could get you but they just-..”

emotions flashed over tighnari’s face faster than you could catch, eventually setting on a sharp determination. “alright collei, calm down. go find amir and do your best to delay them, but don’t seem too suspiscious, okay? just remember what we planned, i’ll take care of things here.”

her eyes flicked to you, worry evident, but she quickly turned away.

the moment the door closed, you and tighnari sprung into action. he collected the plants from your test and tucked them into their proper places, you standing to help return a mint plant back to its place.

he caught your wrist, taking the pot. “don’t. take your bag and go, don’t worry about this.”

you hesitate for longer than you should, then nod. he lets you go and returns to his case, and you move to crouch by the bed. feeling under it, your hand eventually brushes against a cloth handle, which you grab. you take a step to unlatch the window with one hand and sling the pack over your shoulder with the other, leaving with your good leg first. as you carefully close the window behind you, you can see tighnari moving to hide all the notes you’d taken, the only sign of his worry being his tail lashing behind him and the slightest flick of his ears.

with a soft smile, you turn away.

tighnari checked over his room once more, ensuring that every trace of your presence was scrubbed clean. your laundry was out and mixed with the rest of the rangers’, but your notes and records were carefully hidden under patrol logs and his own personal binders. he knew everything was tucked away, he had explanations lined up and answers to every conceivable question the akademiya could have, but his heart still beat frantically against his ribs. even as he pulled apart and neatened up a stack of patrol logs, repeating the action to look like he was doing something whenever the matra came to his hut, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he missed something crucial.

he had to fight to keep his tail from betraying his emotions, the energy not going into mussing up and then fixing the papers spent on hiding the symptoms of his distress. he knew he didn’t miss anything. the moment you told them the sages were on active lookout for you and he knew you weren’t a threat, he had memorized the plan. he was foolish to worry.

he hasn’t known you for long, barely over half a year, yet his mind is clouded with the same worry as when collei collapses out on patrol. the same numbing sort of adrenaline, the icy feeling in his bones even as his skin starts to burn up, the apprehension in every movement, as if at any moment-

somebody knocks on the door.

tighnari takes a steadying breath and fusses with the papers a final time. “come in!”

the door creaks open and he taps the papers on the table, turning slightly to speak over his shoulder. “sorry, you caught me in the middle of something.”

“no matter,” a familiar voice says, and he can’t stop the way his body freezes at the speaker.

he carefully tucked the papers into a folder, finally turning around. “general mahamatra. to what do i owe the honor?”

cyno crossed his arms, red eyes surveying the room. “oh, nothing at all. just somebody from vimara village reporting somebody that looked suspiciously like the primo fortuna walking around with collei when they’re supposed to be in liyue.”

tighnari stares. the primo fortuna…? he thought they were after you, but you couldn’t be…

“are… are you suggesting somebody is attempting to imitate the creator?”

sure, he wouldn’t deny you shared some features—you had the same shape of nose, you were around the same height and build—but for you to be the creator? no, it wasn’t possible. your eyes were much kinder, you stopped and helped nasrin when she couldn’t find the proper forms, you directed shirin to the area of the forest where you and collei found nilotpala lotuses, you were nothing like the creator he saw at pardis dhyai. you didn’t stare with glazed eyes as padisarahs and sumeru roses were brought forth, you listened in earnest when he spoke about the differences between the various kinds of ferns.

if anybody were to meet you, they’d know in an instant you were not the creator.

his heart itched within his chest. he ignored it as worry.

“that’s exactly what i’m implying. as i’m certain you know, their identity is hallowed, and anybody attempting to infringe upon it needs to meet justice.” the golden eye on his headpiece flashed, the sides beginning to narrow into eyes before he shook his head and it passed. “but in truth, that is not why i am here.”

tighnari stared. despite having a fondness for jokes, cyno was never one to laugh about his duties. “what do you mean? collei told me you were here on behalf of the akademiya.”

“the matra are here on behalf of the sages,” he clarified. “i… i am here for other reasons. personal ones.”

his eyes flicked around the room again, and tighnari’s narrowed. “well, don’t hide behind double meanings, then. what is it?”

cyno’s jaw flexed as he chewed at nothing, his arms uncrossing. his eyes focused somewhere around the bed, and he seemed lost in thought. whatever it was, it had to be a big deal, but for him to hijack the matra’s arrival instead of coming on his own time…

“the one on the throne is not our god.”

he said it with such conviction that tighnari found himself agreeing, waiting for whatever had gotten him worked up, and it was only when cyno’s eyes closed as he braced himself that it registered what he said.

“what?”

“i have gathered evidence across many sources, both academic and religious, common and exclusive, and i can’t bring myself to kneel at their feet any longer. i have been ignoring my own mind for too long for the sake of my conscience, and i am confiding in you now what has been brewing in my mind for months.”

in the silence that stretched, tighnari almost wished he hadn’t spoken.

the way he spoke, from his words to his tone, reminded tighnari of when he reported to the sages, like he wasn’t tighnari to him and was instead an authority.

“cyno, i don’t.. is this why you didn’t go when they were at pardis dhyai or sumeru city?”

he nodded. “i can’t be in a place where they’re being worshipped when i’m so conflicted. i thought about pulling you aside in the city, but…”

tighnari didn’t think he’d ever seen cyno so meek in his words, none of his normal power behind it. he’s… tired, a quality he knows he’s felt but has never seen on him, the almost nervous way he keeps glancing around the room edging on alarming.

“alright.. uh, moving past that for a moment, what does that have to do with why you’re in gandharva ville? wouldn’t you want to not be involved?”

cyno’s eyes dragged from where they were locked behind him with uncharacteristic slowness. “the person you’re hiding may be the real creator.”

the simplicity to his words had tighnari believing it, even as it didn’t fully register in his mind. he knew cyno attached a religious aspect to his work, to the point the people in sumeru city sometimes calling him an extension of their judgement—even as it was more like the akademiya’s, most time—so he knew that whatever he said on the topic was both well thought out and reliable.

which is why he was silent even after it clicked.

“what are you saying, cyno?”

“they’ve been staying here, haven’t they? in this room?”

“this is my and collei’s-“

“don’t tell me you haven’t been able to feel the difference in the air? the way it seems to flow slowly, lingering, like it has something to wait for? there’s no heavy blankets on the bed, and yet everybody else is talking of how cold the weather’s been lately.”

“that’s because this is an insulated room, and we’re right up against a cliff.”

the quick pace to his heart was back, this time less of worry and more of confusion. you couldn’t be the creator, not when you bore so little resemblance to the one on the throne. you were good at what you did, plants thriving under your care even if you forget to water them. call him selfish, but tighnari almost wished the creator could go back to wherever they’d been, since they’d been much kinder there, both to their vessels and the world.

you weren’t them. they weren’t even close to being you.

“you’re considering it.”

he crossed his arms, forcing himself to still. “i’ll admit—not that you didn’t already know it—that we have taken a refugee into the village, one the sages might call a criminal-“

“that’s not what i mean, tighnari, and you know it.”

“can you give me a minute? you can’t just drop a massive load of information on me like that and expect me to continue like it didn’t happen!”

“you’re reacting oddly.”

“well of course i am, you’re telling me the same person i took in and sheltered from your bosses is somebody you want to take away back to them, and that’s not even covering their injuries- they’ve barely been able to walk outside of the village, and you want to take them to the city?”

“when did i say anything about the sages?”

tighnari stopped, his chest heaving. his hands froze mid-air, his tail still flicking in a mix of irritation and stress, thoughts moving quicker than he could understand them.

“what?”

“i never said anything about the sages. i never said i would take them.”

“w- well it’s implied, if not in your words then-“

“i don’t deal in implications. you know this.”

he did.

he knew cyno. he knew how he spoke and acted, he knew that the small emotion in his eyes was indicative of empathy and not ruthless justice. he knew he held reasoning in high standards, he knew that if he stopped and thought about the words coming from his mouth then he would agree.

but he couldn’t think.

all of his usual composure had faltered and faded, leaving him grasping for a hold as his thoughts swam like a raging river around him, even standing a struggle amidst the tide. all he could do was watch, his head racing and hands shaking, as cyno stood on the bank of rationality, with his crossed arms and cool eyes that dared him to step forward and sink beneath the waves.

he had no real reason to fear so much for you. by now you were gone, by now you were safe and far past the statue of the seven by the chasm, hidden in a place where even cyno would struggle to find you. you were crafty, clever, and you had more than enough supplies to last until he could go to find you.

he had no reason to be afraid.

yet his heart still raced a rhythm he couldn’t follow, his mind tripping and skipping with worry.

why?

his tail wrapped around his side and he picked out a cluster of petals from it, mostly just to give his hands something to do.

as he did, he noticed it was a full flower, likely knocked off one of the samples on the desk. it was small, blue, with smooth petals, and he recognized it after a moment’s pause.

“this is a hydrangea. what is it used for?”

the flower quivered in your shaking hands. “root and stem are for… for medicine. petals are tea.”

collei nodded, smiling brightly. “exactly! you’re a quick learner, aren’t you?”

you smiled sheepishly, trying to hand her back the flower, but collei held up a hand, closing her pack with her other hand.

“no, you keep it. take it as a congratulations for all your progress!”

you were hesitant to accept it, that much was clear, and tighnari tied off the small parcel in his hands before speaking.

“you really have done well. you’ve only been here for a few weeks, but you’ve learned a lot.” he set down the packed herbs beside where he was leaning on the table, directing all of his attention to you. “i know it’s mostly for safety, and you’re not going to be a ranger-“ too much paperwork was required, he couldn’t risk it “-but still. i’m proud of you.”

you smiled.

it likely wasn’t the same flower—that ‘class’ was months ago, now—but it dragged a realization to the surface of his mind.

in the short, fleeting time he’d known you, he had come to care for you as he did collei.

even then, only after a week or two of you being there, a certain fondness had taken root in his chest. something bright, something that bloomed like a rose yet without any of the thorns. something that he watered every time you winced when you walked, something you fostered when you helped treat collei’s eleazar when he was out clearing a withering zone.

something that grew as he realized the poultice you had made had helped clear the pain faster than anything he’d made, even as you both used the same recipe, something that lashed out when kamran questioned your place in the village. something that spurred him to action when he thought you were in trouble, even if it was only cyno.

something that burned bright, something hot that blurred his reasoning even when he knew it was wrong, something that made him want to bare his teeth and keep you safe by his side.

something that should be impossible for him to feel towards you, as it was a golden and warm feeling that did not exist in teyvat, only ever glimpsed at altars.

tighnari looked up from the flower and into cyno’s knowing eyes.

“alright.”

relief washed onto his face, a small nod the only other sign that he’d heard.

“i’ll report nothing to the team—i trust you’ve gone over this, given your reaction?”

he let the comment slide. “yes, everybody here knows what to do in the case of the akademiya or the millelith coming here. it was collei’s idea, actually, and she took care to make sure that everybody had it memorized.”

cyno nodded, taking a step towards the door. “good. and if you ever need to collei matra, just get me instead.”

“…”

“do you get-?”

“i got it, cyno.”

[bansheeoftheforest]

My latest actually chaptered fanfic project; a meme

Or in which 12-year-old-me's hyperfixations comes back to me in a dream and I cope by writing gay technical-crossover fanfiction about it. Yknow, as you do.

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Not every Recharge Station is functional. Something Gregory begins to discover at the worst times in the night.

Someone—Vanny—has been going around, and purposely messing with a good amount of them as the night continues. At least once she’s aware of who’s helping.

Sometimes, they’re broken enough that nothing happens. Other times, they may be reversed—as in, the station is a trick, and takes more of Glam. Freddy’s battery.

[cyber-streak-2]

Reminder that quote submissions are always open. I’ve been having some trouble, so submissions are appreciated.

[samaeljigoku]

OH NO IT'S A BIG PILE OF DUMPLINGS! 🍡 🥟 This started out as just the Glory Gods + co., but now is almost all of the side villains from Stardust Crusaders. Line art version below.

[isa-ah]

Certified Nubi Post™

[anubiarts]

Peach, redrawn

everyone's doing redraws of that Peach sprite, so I thought I'd come back from my break to try and do my take on it!

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

Caroline: People ask me how I handle the Sinners in my home so easily.

Caroline: The truth is, I don’t. I have no control over them whatsoever.

Caroline: Earlier today, Victor called my name, and when I showed up to see what was going on, Patricia shot me in the throat with a nerf gun.

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Atp I feel like Anubis and Yama are the only ones who haven't been villainized much for being the Gods of the Underworld/Death.

[ultravioart]

Also reading the lore, Anubis was created to be in charge of ecological balance. With ALL the crap ow's humanity was doing, it can be inferred Anubis was forced to sacrifice entire species for humanity's survival. When humanity kept squandering healthy change, Anubis did what it was programmed to do: keep earth's ecological systems in balance. The biggest threat WAS humanity. Declassified stated after yet another round of global conservation talks that went no where, Anubis' monitoring team was taken out by limiting the air vents. (<We don't know what caused the ventilation shut down to occur. Could have been Anubis, could have been an outside actor aiming to sabotage Anubis.)

Then Anubis went 'rogue'

^ But I don't think Anubis went "rogue" -- Anubis was doing exactly what it was programmed to do. Balance the ecological systems of earth. And if there was any non human species causing a mass extinction event like humanity was doing, anubis would prune it. Logically, it HAD to have pruned species before.

Bc of what Anubis did, it implies ow humanity was statistically likely to end up killing earth, so Anubis determined it was worth the risk of causing some eco damage vs complete eco destruction if humanity kept it's course.

But Anubis lost, and now earth is severely damaged PLUS it doesn't have a god ai to oversee the entire systems PLUS the ecopoints have become more and more disjointed, with unsettling new weather anomalies and seemingly energy spikes out if no where (it's confirmed anubis had created secret omniums like in the east China sea, so I guess that there are more secret omniums, one could be in antarctica to match the unsual readings Mei discussed in the PVE codex.)

All this to say, by technicalities... #AnubisWasRight lmafo. Yet ow portrays Anubis as 'rogue' but like. Humanity made a stupidly designed tool, and was punished for hubris.

But then we look at how Ramattra disagrees with Anubis. And I find that really fascinating. We know it's in part of Ramattra disagreeing with how Anubis sent omnics to thier demise, but that's hindsight for the Awakening. So what could it be? ...I genuinely think Ramattra disagrees with the purposeful extinction of humanity. Ramattra is fighting humanity, yes, but only for omnic liberation from humanity's oppression.

I think his view is that trusting humanity as a species is dangerous bc humanity is not a hivemind like omnics can be. Humans cannot unilaterally organize, which causes violence and no assured generational safety. And omnics NEED assured safety throughout the generations bc if one human generation grants omnics liberation, only for the 3rd human generation to deny it again? Omnics are FINITE. They can't afford humanity's wishy washy organization when it comes to omnic's right to exist. Ramattra admires ant colonies: an ant colony is a super organism. He admires the things they build together, and how they cooperate when threatened.

I think this is why Ramattra is fine with individual "helpful humans" but not humanity as a whole bc humanity isn't a superorganism. I'm not sure where OW is going with Ramattra, but having Ramattra default like Bastion did with Anubis coding, and become the very thing Ram was terrified of becoming is a really wild take, doomed by the narrative fr. Narratively it's nature vs nurture question but uh... omnics are not organic? Omnics are so ingrained to 'nature'(omnic coding and anubis coding) it can be hard to seperate thier nature even with Aurora's gift of free will. So imo it becomes awkward to portray a "nature vs nurture" question with omnics, bc it implies nature(omnic: coding. organic: genetics) is the true influence. Bastion only became "safe" after Torb removed Bastion's anubis coding. So. Erm.

All this to say, well. Depending on what subjugator helmets do (we know removing a helmet incorrectly causes the subjugated omnic to die :( but what does it do exactly? It's SO ODD that Null Sector targets omnics, but then leaves the subjugated bodies lying around? I really hope it's not actually memory wiping or making omnics brain dead...) Ramattra might ALSO be technically a #RamattraWasRight.

If Ramattra is aiming to preserve as many conciousness of omnics as possible with the helmets, or possibly trying to create a new awakening to solve the finite generation issue. Well. Can you blame him? He will fight for omnic's right to exist, and doesn't aim to cause the extinction of humanity, but IF humanity does go extinct, well. Anubis technically deemed ow humanity on track with destroying all of earth. I think that's Ramattra's logic?

Sorry for rambles, and NO I DO NOT THINK HUMANITY SHOULD GO EXTINCT IN OVERWATCH LOL. But if u could save all life on earth if u prune one species, I think it's logical for robots in ow to choose to sacrifice one species to save earth's future LOL. And I think Ramattra is fully in his rights to defend omnics from extinction with violence because omnics cannot reproduce and ARE facing violence. Ramattra can either sit back and watch omnics go extinct, or step up and fight for survival (ow writes Ram as hasty and unprepared which.... imo is too human/ooc but ig that creates conflict but also like. Wtf he is litterally a commander robot why would he be incompetently hasty).

[keyblack]

As Anubis's gaze sought the duplicitous ghost, he found himself struck silent by the new presence in their midst. The woman was awake. No longer laid out in an unconscious heap, but sitting attentively, and pliantly midst the four men. Though clothed in strange attire, she was a vision the likes of which had not been seen by the four for centuries.

(X)