#c: chrys

[detroitbecomefandom]

Anway so was anyone going to tell me that there was a DBH spinoff from Crunchyroll or was I supposed to find that out for myself

[chrysalizzm]

c!ponk - [and it really does hurt when you love someone]

richard siken, a primer for the small weird loves / lovejoy, it’s golden hour somewhere / cryptofhoney, where the high wires drop (where the fat crows fly) / halsey, 1121 / paul simon, orchard on fire / mili, a turtle’s heart / chrysalizzm, little death / bibi, jotto / the paris review, survival as a creative force: an interview with ocean vuong / julie, flutter / frank bidart, the ghost / halsey, i am not a woman, i’m a god / a softer world, hindsight is bullshit

transcript and links attached here.

[helloliriels]

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[askthegreatwhitesharkfishman]

"Crocodile, I need you and Doffy to watch Matteo for a few days. Can you manage that?" Chrys had called Crocodile around 3am and was oddly calm. @orangesrpblog

C: have ypu looked at the time?? Why even?

[allergic-to-four-leaf-clovers]

HELP 😭😭

|{Nightmare.}|

A/N: you thought I was going to let Villads be happy? no. I know he's babey but he doesn't deserve to be happy :3 Chrysalus belongs to the lovely @paranoia-exe, as does Tycen and the rest of TSI.

CW: passing of a s/o, blood and slight gore, uhh- fuck I forgor the rest of the CW wait 😭 mention / implications of slight paranoia, uhh nightmare shit I dunno

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"You're the only person I have left."

Villads could remember when he said that, why he said that, who he said it to; as if the event had just happened. The countless times when Villads would come home smelling of either cigarette smoke or alcohol — or, in the rare case, just the cheap cologne he would wear to work — yet that didn't stop Chrysalus from welcoming him home with open arms. The evenings spent with the older man's head resting in Chrysalus's lap, talking and talking until either one of them fell asleep.

Now, they'd just become a memory to reminisce, on nights where Villads would drink until he was senseless because of his pathetic lack of self control.

Because Chrysalus lay dead on the floor of Tycen's office.

Of course, Villads couldn't just refuse to clean up the body of his lover, the one person who made life worth living; he was paranoid that his whole life would be at stake if he even dared to speak up. But, as he stared down at the bloody corpse of his lover, of his Chrysalus, he couldn't stop himself from shedding a tear. Or two. Or three. Or much more.

It was pathetic, really. Villads always tried to put on a stern persona at work, trying to convince people that the blood he constantly had to scrub off of the floor never bothered him. Most of the time, it worked. Now, there he cried as he scrubbed the same crimson liquid, silent sobs racking his body. If only they'd just had more time, if only Villads had taken the chance to say, with full honesty, eye-to-eye with Chrysalus that he loved him, then—

Villads's eyes shot open. It was just a nightmare. He was okay. Chrysalus was okay. There was no blood he had to clean.

To make sure of this fact, he sat up groggily and desperately searched for any indication that Chrysalus was actually still alive. Fortunately, the slow rise and fall of the man's chest soothed all of Villads's fears. Well, nearly all of them.

He lay back down and embraced his love, the centre of his universe, trying to control the tears that now flowed out of his control from his eyes. He prayed Chrysalus wouldn't wake up to see him like this.

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[nayialovecat]

The Ink Demonth 2023 - Day 2. Friendship

Day 2. Friendship Crossover: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Chrysalis has a boyfriend! Chrysalis has a boyfriend! It's a beautiful friendship that grows out of mutual admiration for each other's shapeshifting skills *sniff* Give him a moment, Chrys, and he'll have wings too…

In case anyone doesn't remember, the ponyfed Bendy has already appeared on a birthday art I drew for my countryman from Poland, Pony-Berserker. I still love this picture.

I decided that I want to colour this art, but don't get used to it. Most entries will be black and white (conventionally, instead of white there may be a different colour as in Pencil). As I mentioned once - Queen Chrysalis is one of my favourite characters in MLP, and definitely my favourite villain (I don't count Discord as a villain). I love her colours and bodyshape. She's beautiful.

Originally, this theme was supposed to be a different crossover and a different scene, but then this idea came to me - and since it didn't fit anywhere else, I decided to assign it to Friendship. The original idea from Friendship was moved to Meat, so you'll have to wait a bit for it.

Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc. My Little Pony (c) Hasbro Sammy and the Ink Machine (c) Nayia Lovecat

[youcantsayn0]

CLEVER LIKE THE DEVIL AND TWICE AS PRETTY ➳ CNNS.

Abaixo do Read More você vai encontrar algumas conexões necessárias para o desenvolvimento da Chrysalia no RP. Likes serão considerados interesse nas conexões. Se tiver alguma ideia que não esteja abaixo, se sinta à vontade para aparecer no chat e conversar, já que essas são apenas algumas sugestões.

You stink like a faerie, all flowers and sunshine and evil manipulation. alternativamente: conexões com outras fadas

✦ ✧ jinx pertence à corte dos gritos e vê chrysalia como mais do que uma rainha; uma mentora. elas possuem uma relação próxima de carinho e identificação mútua, e enquanto jinx almeja ser um dia como chrys, a rainha coloca jinx sob sua asa, como ume protegida e favorita. (@jinxfae)

✦ ✧ muse b pertence á corte dos gritos, mas por algum motivo, não suporta chrysalia. esse desgosto pode ou não ser expresso, mas o que importa é que muse b acredita que ela não deveria ter todo o poder que tem, muito menos ser rainha.

✦ ✧ muse c é uma fada de outra corte/fada selvagem e tem muita curiosidade sobre como chrysalia chegou aonde está atualmente, querendo se aproximar dela para entendê-la. esse desejo de aproximação também poderia ter ambição por trás.

✦ ✧ outras opções de conexão para feéricos: fada da corte dos gritos se aproximando para querer crescer na corte, fada com longo histórico de rivalidade com chrysalia etc.

Power is given only to those who dare to lower themselves and pick it up.  alternativamente: conexões com outros em posição de poder

✦ ✧ baal também faz parte do conselho de representantes e, por isso, conhece chrysalia há bastante tempo. ele já percebeu que chrys é sedenta por poder. o que ele pensa disso? ele é como ela, a vê como uma aliada ou uma rival? ou ele acredita que ela é perigosa e deve ser parada? (@blackorbs)

✦ ✧ melpomene também reina sobre uma das cortes de feéricos e é proxima de chrysalia por ela ser a representante das fadas e por isso defender seus interesses no conselho, mas isso significa que são amigas ou meros aliadas? qual é a verdadeira opinião de melpomene sobre chrys por trás desse acordo? (@blackorbs)

✦ ✧ muse f está atrás de poder e sabe que chrysalia é uma boa forma de alcançar isso, por isso decide se aproximar dela. seus interesses não vão além da ambição, mas como conseguir enganar a rainha da corte dos gritos e fazê-la acreditar que há algum sentimento genuíno por trás disso?

✦ ✧ muse g quer poder e, ao contrário da conexão anterior, acredita que chrysalia está em seu caminho e deve ser eliminada. qual seria o plano de ação por trás disso?

Perhaps the universe is suspended on the tooth of some monster. alternativamente: conexões com vampiros

✦ ✧ muse h é um vampire e, por algum motivo, simpatiza com chrysalia, sempre tentando fazer amizade com ela. o que elu não faz ideia é que ela detesta vampiros.

✦ ✧ léonie é um vampiro e já percebeu que chrysalia tem uma aversão à sua espécie. mas, como ela não pode fazer nada ativamente sobre isso, ele tem prazer em irritá-la até o quanto pode. (@gzsoline)

✦ ✧ vladislav é um vampiro com quem chrysalia foi obrigada a fazer um acordo há muito tempo, e eles são ligados por isso desde então. esse é um segredo que eles guardam, mas como se sentem sobre essa situação? (@armecdertristen)

✦ ✧ muse k é um dus vampires que sequestrou chrysalia pelo seu sangue quando ela chegou à cidade e matou seus pais há duzentos e vinte e oito anos. o que elu pensa do fato de ela ser poderosa como é agora? elu tem medo? elu quer derrubá-la de lá?

A queen does not chase, she attracts. alternativamente: conexões românticas (disponíveis para todos os gêneros)

✦ ✧ muse l tiveram um romance há muito tempo, e o gosto do ressentimento ainda persiste para ambos depois do fim decidido por muse l, ao perceber que chrysalia jamais le amaria mais do que ama o poder.

✦ ✧ muse m e chrysalia possuem um relacionamento complexo, que se iniciou por uma jogada de interesse de ambos e acabou se tornando físico. a esse ponto, nem elu nem ela sabem o que buscam quando procuram um ao outro.

✦ ✧ muse n se apaixonou pelo que acha que conhece de chrysalia e desde então tenta conquistá-la, mas ainda não percebeu que está sendo iludido pela fada por simples diversão.

Angels, pixies, faerie dust, treading love and living lust. alternativamente: outros tipos de conexão

✦ ✧ muse o fez um acordo com chrysalia há muito tempo, mas o preço que pagou acabou sendo alto demais e agora elu ressente a fada, como se ela u tivesse enganado.

✦ ✧ muse p fez um acordo com chrysalia, mas agora se arrependeu e não quer pagar a sua parte. as consequências disso estão a se decidir entre os players.

✦ ✧ muse q possui um trauma relacionado a vampiros e foi pedir ajuda a chrysalia, seja como forma de apoio ou intervenção. chrys, que também possui um grande trauma com a espécie, não só se compadece como coloca muse q embaixo de sua asa. muse q não entende por que a rainha da corte dos gritos lhe acolheu dessa forma, mas os dois criam uma forte conexão.

Faeries are not fantasy, but a connection to reality.  alternativamente: plots fechados de outros players / combinados ooc

✦ ✧ @abbcdon : chrysalia e ele têm um contrato; um pacto de longa data, feito num lugar que nenhum deles lembra. o que deveria ser uma troca de favores, tornou-se algo sem controle. estão tão interligados que pouco sabem onde um começa e outro termina. e pior, não tem certeza qual deles possui a chave que os separaria.

✦ ✧ @bcnvivant : chrysalia conhece nikhil, mas também conhece karan, e possui uma aliança por conveniência com ele, escondendo o fato de que o despreza por ser um vampiro.

✦ ✧ @calymuses : chrysalia salvou maryland de um ataque vampírico e desde então se tornou uma espécie de protetora para a garota, lhe ajudando desde a se proteger de outras criaturas e também lhe dando dinheiro para se virar quando necessário.

✦ ✧ @thedevilspa : saffron é o assistente pessoal de chrysalia e provavelmente o mais próximo de um melhor amigo que ela possui. são completamente inseparáveis e chrysalia dá tudo o que ele pede e precisa, simplesmente por tê-lo em tão alta estima.

✦ ✧ @arcarwen : chrysalia é fascinada pela beleza e delicadeza de arwen, e vê na jovem fada o que ela foi um dia, antes de ter sido desvirtuada por sua dor e trauma. apesar de serem de cortes diferentes, gosta muito dela e vê muito potencial para grande poder.

[kelpan]

Hello!

I can't tell you how good it feels to be getting a chapter out only about a month after the last update, instead of, you know, four 😅. But for any who were concerned after my last authors note, I can say I am doing a bit better than I was, a fact I'm both grateful for and still getting used to. I had a surgery at the beginning of this month, which took me down for about two weeks to recover from, but I can say it was well worth it, as I'm already seeing improvements in my health. Just trying to take it all one step at a time, even when bad days still arise.

If anything, it gave me plenty of time to work on this chapter and get it to a place where I'm happy with it. Only two more chapters left in Act 1!

Also, it was my birthday earlier this past week! Gemini season has begun! :D

Credit for the OC Chrysanthemum headshot goes to wwispie on Etsy/Instagram!

Ao3: Petals on a Stream of Stars

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Act 1, Chapter 13: Once Lost, Now Found

Wednesday

7:45pm

Chrysanthemum

Outside the walls of the daycare, the low lighting grew dense and heavy, lit only by harsh emergency lighting. Everywhere stood masses of confused patrons, huddled in groups of various sizes in shops or along corners. Somewhere, Chrys heard a mechanical voice stick out amidst the chaos, dissonant against the flow of human ones flooding the air. She dashed forward, following the direction of the sound. A human staff member may not be able to contact an animatronic, but perhaps a robotic one might. 

Just a ways ahead, she found the source of the voice; A single staff bot currently attempting—and failing—to corral a large family into remaining still enough to be scanned. While expressionless, Chrys could swear she heard exasperation in the bot’s monotone voice. 

“Guests, please remain in place. Scanning will commence—GUESTS. Please remain in place. Scanning will commence—GUESTS. Please remain in—”

“Hey!” Every face in the vicinity turned to look at her. She disregarded those that were human and spoke only to the staff bot. “Are you able to get a message to an animatronic? It’s urgent.”

Head cocked, her request was met with a blank stare. A red laser pinprick lit up the center of its oval iris, washing over her. 

“Employee designation recognized. Request granted. What is your message and intended recipient?”

The family huffed from behind the bot, but she refused to let them distract her from her goal. If they wanted this to be over sooner, they should have been more patient and cooperative in the first place. 

“Uh, for Sun.”

“Sun is off-line. Choose available recipient.”

“Wait, what?” The bot’s response made her pause. “But I literally just saw him a couple of minutes ago.”

“Sun is off-line. Choose available recipient.” 

“Oook then… uh, what about Moon? Is he available?”

The bot remained silent for a moment before answering, the sound of a fan revving signifying his inner query. “Affirmative.”

“Great!” She pumped her fist. “Then, uh, tell him he needs to go to Kids Cove as soon as possible. I have reason to believe that’s where Marigold’s gone. You know, the missing kid.”

The staff bot bobbed its head before returning to duty. “Received. Message sent.” 

“Great, thank you!”

Hopefully he gets there quickly…

Task completed, she let her feet lead the way back, letting the frustrated bot return to his unenviable duty. Though with each step, her assurance wavered. A peculiar knot still remained lodged in her chest, weighing on her. But why? She came to a halt when a flash of pain shot through the inside of her cheek, catching up to her that she’d been chewing at it without realizing it. 

This didn’t make sense. She’d done what she sought out to do; Give someone better suited to help Marigold in this situation an advantage, point them in the right direction. That’s all that she could do, right? 

So why did she feel so dissatisfied?

A single thought repeatedly clawed to the surface, eating away at what was left of her confidence. What if… what if she was wrong? What if her deductions meant nothing, and she was pulling help further away from where it really needed to be? Should she have thought to check it out herself first, and called for help later? Was she just wasting everyone’s time, sending them on a wild goose chase?

She groaned, the butts of her palms shoved to her eyes as she spun in place. She didn’t think this through! Stupid, so, so stupid! If she’d bungled this she’d feel like the worst sort of person—a detriment, with the audacity to burden others with her incompetence.  

Looking out from beyond her hands, she found herself standing in the space between the front gate of the Daycare and the path which led to the elevator. The realization dawned on her that this would have been the most likely path for the party to have followed upon returning to the Daycare. What were the odds that this was where Marigold had run off?

While things weren’t crystal clear, her eyes had had enough time to adjust to the dim space that she could make out some of the graphics and advertisements around her, scanning for anything that might have caught a child’s eye. A cut-out for Roxy Raceway, a poster of Freddy singing, and—there! Protruding from a wall, a mounted arrow sign, pointing down a conjoining hallway, with the words “Kids Cove” written at its center, surrounded by what looked to be an image of palm trees.

Bingo!

Her body took off of its own volition, and soon the slap of her sneakers joined the cacophony of the crowd as she jogged, deftly avoiding wayward packs of confused and irate people until she reached her destination; A wide open and decorated archway that once would have made for a inviting display, now cordoned off by an array of wooden crates, opaque sheets of plastic and caution tape, with two signs bookending the haphazard mess of clutter. Flashlight in hand, Chrys drew close, using the light to read the message. 

“Kids Cove.” She breathed. “Closed for renovations. Do not enter without special authorization. Fazbear Entertainment will not be held liable for any harm received past this point. Well,” she sighed, craning to try and look beyond the blockages. “Trying to find a lost kid counts as special authorization, right? Right. Of course it does.” 

After a minute of examining the area, she discovered a small opening between the sides of two crates, just large enough for her to squeeze through if she dropped to her belly and shimmied on her side. 

“Guess I know how she would’ve gotten in…”

From the floor, nothing but a void greeted her beyond the crates. No light, no glow, only an inky abyss, one that even her flashlight couldn’t overpower, at least not from this angle. Positioning herself down to an army crawl, she ignored any dust her movement kicked up, though they made her nose sniffle, and inched her way through. Once she could stick her top half out on the other side, a quick look confirmed her suspicions; No emergency lighting present, not like the rest of the building. The air felt oppressive against her skin, tickling the hair on the back of her neck. If Marigold managed to make it in this far before the lights went out, there’d have been no way for her to have found her way back out again on her own.

“Marigold?” She called, pulling herself to her feet and stepping carefully into the dark, the flashlight acting as her anchor and her guide, lighting her way past the abstract and colorful shapes partially revealed within the minuscule circle of light.

With a bit of examination, the abstract shapes revealed themselves to be different kinds of playground equipment. Jungle gyms, slides, swings, all in various shades of underwater or muted jewel tones, with most still in some incomplete form of assembly. She had to hand it to those two attendants. For as infuriating as they were, it appeared as if they knew at least a little of what they talked about. 

The further in she went, the more apparent it was how secluded this section of the pizzaplex was from the rest of the building. None of the fanfare from the guests outside could make it this far, making every sound more pronounced within the silence. Her footsteps, her breathing. Though she was here with good intentions, she couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps this wasn’t the wisest of decisions. Ignoring the goosebumps which prickled across her arms, she pressed on, reminding herself that she was an adult, and there was a kid in need right now. It was her responsibility to keep herself under control.

“Marigold?” She called out again, her voice bouncing throughout the room. “Marigold, can you hear me?”

Waiting for the last of her echoes to fade, she held her breath, hoping to better catch even the softest of sounds.

“… Miss Chrys?”

She whipped to the side with a sharp gasp, flashlight darting to try and locate its source.

“Marigold?” Chrys repeated, hesitant to trust in what she heard as the real deal and not just a figment of her imagination.

“Miss Chrys!”

“Marigold!!!”

Certain now without the shadow of a doubt, Chrys rushed ahead, narrowly avoiding the scattered pieces of unfinished playground equipment littering the floor.

“Where are you? Are you hurt? Don’t worry, I’m—AHHH!”

Her words switched to a shout as the floor disappeared out from under her, stomach lurching as she sprawled forward, arms outstretched in a desperate attempt to cushion her fall. Her flashlight flew from her grasp, the beam darting about in erratic streaks, before going out with a bang and a crackle, leaving her blind in the dark as she hit the ground.

“Miss Chrys!!!”

Marigold’s terrified voice shrieked in her ear, closer than ever before, adding to her disorientation. Her knees and elbows smarted, having taken the majority of her weight in the fall, and her shoulder ached, but overall, that seemed to be the worst of it. The fall must not have been that bad, though to Chrys it felt like she fell a good couple of feet, at least. 

“Miss Chrys, are you ok???”

Reminded of the present by a pair of tiny hands yanking and tugging at her shirt, Chrys shook herself from her daze and did her best to focus.

“Marigold, is that you? Oh, I’m so glad to—oof!”

“I’m sorry!!” The girl launched herself at her so hard she pushed the air from her lungs, and clung to her as if she were a lifeline. “I thought big brother would be here, his office is here, he’s always working! But then it was all blocked off, and I wasn’t sure if I should look behind it, but I wanted to find him so I tried, but then there was nobody, and, and then, then the lights went out, and I didn’t know how to get back, and I tripped and fell and now my ankle hurts and… and… WAHHHHHH!!!!” 

The girl spoke in a single, fluid torrent, her words a bleeding mess of incoherent emotions and distress. Her tears broke into full bodied sobs, her breathing disjointed by deep gasps of air.

“Hey, hey!” Chrys sat up, scooping the wailing child into her arms. “It’s ok, it’s ok. You’re safe, that’s all that matters. Everything’s ok, shhhhh…”

She rocked in place, patting gently along the child’s back in a soothing motion, keeping her little murmurs of reassurance soft and calm and steady. 

“There you go, that’s it,” Chrys said, sensing her efforts were taking effect. “Take a deep breath for me. In—” She demonstrated the motion first, pleased when Marigold imitated. “And out. Good, good.” 

The poor thing sat on her lap tucked in the fetal position, head nestled up under Chrys’s chin. She hiccupped and sniffled as her tears ebbed, snuggling in as close as she could. 

“Marigold,” Chrys asked, pausing to consider her words before continuing. “What’s going on, why did you run off? We were all so worried.”

The girl coughed, the sound heavy with mucus, and curled even further inward. “… he promised.”

“Promised? Promised what?”

Silence hung heavy in the air around them, until after another wet cough, Marigold continued. “Big Brother promised he’d celebrate my birthday with me. But… everything’s been so bad lately. Since Grandpa didn’t wake up, all Mama and Papa do is shout and yell and cry, and Big Brother is never home anymore! I just… I just wanted everyone to smile again, like when mama and I first moved in… he promised!!! 

The wails started anew, face pressed into her chest, the tears soaking through the already wet fabric as she worked herself up again. Chrys winced alongside each of her pain-filled cries but remained silent, giving her the space to release all the pent up grief and confusion bottled up inside. She knew how it was to be so overwhelmed that you couldn’t think straight. Wrapping her arms fully around her shaking frame, she held the girl close, cheek pressed to the top of her head, rocking gently back and forth. Words wouldn’t help here. Just presence and kindness. To know it was alright to cry, to know you were safe while you let it all out, give voice to the ache that refused to leave. 

To know you weren’t alone. 

A memory appeared in her mind then, foggy, but there, of her mother holding her in a similar position soon after her Dad had died. Oh, how she’d cried and cried, inconsolable, but her mother had let her, holding her tight as the soft melody she sang soothed her frazzled nerves…

“When the Sun sets…”

The same song found purchase in her own throat now, vying for space amidst the child’s cries. Chrys sang just above a whisper, a purposeful breathiness intermingling with each note. 

“And the Moon rises…”

Marigold shifted, turning so as the side of her face rested against Chrys’s chest, where her heartbeat was strongest. Chrys ran a gentle hand over her head, caressing the soft curls. 

“The stars will dance for you. As the petals blow, from the trees embrace, carrying away your light. And there I’ll go, to the waters edge, to sing with you again….”

Marigold’s breathing settled as the last note faded, the music having won against the sorrow. The empty air around them no longer carried a sense of unease, but rather that of a comforting shield, protecting them in an otherworldly cocoon of peace and quiet. 

“What… what song is that?” Marigold’s tiny voice asked, her sniffle the loudest. 

“Just… a lullaby my mother taught me. It always used to help me whenever my heart hurt. Maybe it can help yours too.”

Though she didn’t reply, Marigold seemed content with her answer, snuggling in closer and twirling a lock of hair as they sat together in comfortable silence. They should start trying to find their way back soon, Chrys knew, alleviate everyone’s worry and return to enjoying the rest of the party, but… she couldn’t find it within herself to move the exhausted girl quite yet. Poor thing could use an extra minute or two. 

Though, despite her wishes, fate seemed to have a different plan. A sharp clang, thin and metallic, rang out from the darkness, shattering their illusion of solitude. Marigold gasped and stiffened. Chrys remained silent, listening.

“Monster…” Marigold whispered, in the tiniest of voices. She trembled, attempting to back further into the safety of her arms. Chrys adjusted, using a free hand to wipe the wet strands of hair out of Marigold’s tear-soaked face. 

“It’s ok,” Chrys replied, reassuring. “Maybe something fell, or…” In the distance, a soft tinkling sound resounded through the void, active, and growing closer by the millisecond. It took Chrys a split-second to realize what it was.

“Bells… they’re bells! Oh, thank goodness. Marigold, it’s alright, that’s no monster, that’s just Mr.—”

“No!” Marigold screeched, fighting against her “No, no! Monster, monster!!” 

Tugging against her hold, her behavior grew more frantic by the second, forcing Chrys to struggle in order to keep Marigold still. If she slipped up and let her run off into the dark like this, she could only imagine how badly she could get hurt. She had to figure out a way to get her to calm down before things got out of hand. 

Wait, the flashlight! Of course!

Everything always seemed scarier in the dark; it’s why night-lights were staples in childhood bedrooms. Marigold just needed to see that there was nothing to fear! Deciding to try, Chrys switched her hold to a single arm, just long enough to snatch the tool from the ground and smash the defiant button, hoping to make the stubborn thing work through sheer force of will alone. 

“Come on, come on!”

The jingles grew louder, only to stop just before they would have reached them, the lack of noise louder than the sound itself. A red glow began to break through the darkness surrounding them, illuminating the dark shapes around them bit by bit. Marigold exploded the second she noticed, kicking and clawing as if her life depended on it, her tiny nails digging into Chrys’s arm hard enough that she could feel the sharp pricks of pain and warm wetness bloom across her skin. Dropping the flashlight, Chrys abandoned her previous plan and focused solely on restraining Marigold, certain now that she would inevitably harm herself in such a state. 

“Marigold, stop! It’s alright! Relax! There’s no monster, I promise! You have to calm down!”

A sharp “crunch” from the side interrupted her just then, followed immediately by an eruption of light which split the space between, blinding as her pupils constricted. 

Blinking against the pain, snippets of vision registered as her eyes adjusted. Blue fabric against yellow stars. Grey and blue endoskeleton. A sleeping cap more hood than cap draped over thin shoulders. And a silvery, crescent moon face, framing blood red, glowing eyes, the very same which had stared down at her while she lay on a concrete floor. 

Marigold screamed.

[sweettoothvn]

What if Y/N acted just like David like same sassy same talking shit vibes (I honestly don't think he'll fuck with M/C if they acted like him since a previous question said that I think happy 🌸🌷 was his type)

Depends really but I see him more so looking at Y/N like a friend than potential lover if that's the case. So long as they don't gossip about Chrys, Andre, or Becca he's chill.

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Dossier: Guardian Nessa Vahl

File Compiled by Snow-9 (SNO-358) Species: Awoken Gender: Female Class: Titan Ghost: Chrysalis (Chrys) Resurrection: 2715 - Earth, Outside of Old Chicago Known Affiliations: Vanguard, Dead Orbit (formerly), Iron Lord, Drifter Preferred Subclass: Striker, Sentinel, Behemoth Clan: Forgotten Fallen Stars

Known Information

-Resurrection-

Ghost Chrysalis reported that they found the Awoken on the outskirts of Old Chicago (41.871220, -87.787830). Her body was found hidden under a dome shaped jungle gym in a playground that had been reclaimed by nature with intense overgrowth. They said that the inside showed signs of it being used as a hidden camp sight. As for Guardian Vahl, her Ghost said that initial scans before resurrection showed that she had likely met her mortal death in the form of being poisoned. This knowledge and the information about the swamps in that area, I feel that it is safe to assume this was not done out of malice, but instead an accident from ingesting something she should not have. Ghost Chrysalis states that after her resurrection, Guardian Vahl was disorientated and groggy for a few days before making a full recovery. Perhaps the last of the lingering poison in what remained of her body working its way out thanks to her new regenerative state thanks to the Light.

Upon becoming more clear minded, Guardian Vahl searched the small campsite for any information for the serious gap in her memory. Despite her Ghost's protests, what follows is a short recording shared by Chrysalis.

C: "Guardian, you really should not waste your time with this. I must get you back to the Last City. And the Vanguard has prohibited those who bear the Light to go digging into their past." N: "Is this, Vanguard, here with us?" C: "Guardian, there is no need for sarcasm. But to answer your question, no they are not." N: "Exactly. Until I get to meet this Vanguard, what they don't know won't hurt them.

The only thing Guardian Vahl found was a worn out journal, most of it unreadable thanks to taking on quite a bit of moisture. But the leather like cover did have the name Nessa Vahl imprinted into it. She took the name and the journal, then as promised, finally left to find a ship and head back to the Last City. The ship itself was a Ceres Galliot style ship of the Awoken from the Reef. It was not in the best state and to quote Amanda Holliday upon seeing it, she was "plum flabbergasted" that it got Guardian Vahl back in one piece. According to the Queen's Wrath, Guardian Vahl was likely one of the many Awoken who left Distributary for the Reef with Queen Mara.

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Known Skills and Attributes

Since her arrival, Guardian Vahl, like many other lightbarers, has shown significant aptitude in various skills. Not just in combat, but mundane as well. Light: When it comes to powers of the light, Vahl has shown that she has a handle on the three powers that come naturally to Guardians. Though Arc and Solar are seem to be her favorites. Other Guardians who have gone on missions and played against her in the Crucible have all noted that when she uses her Super abilities in those particular classes, it comes with a distinct amount of laughter. Ikora has confirmed that there seems to be no need to worry about his behavior, as it is likely just the thrill that can sometimes come with tapping into our stronger abilities. Darkness: Guardian Vahl is one of many other Guardians who easily found their connection with powers connected to the Darkness. However, her use of them lacks the same refinement that she has gained with the powers of the Light. Some who have referenced seeing her use Statis or Strand would call her clumsy, though never to her face. Physical: Being a Titan, it is no surprise that they have been blessed by the Traveler with above average strength. She has been observed easily punching foes as strong as Hive Knights to death, without the power of the light to back them up. What tends to be a surprise is how fast she is for a Titan, even when she is not using a subclass like Arc. When asked about it, she often says something about needing to keep up with the rest of her Clan and Fire teams within. As Fallen Forgotten Stars is majority Hunters and Warlocks.

Non-Combat: Outside of combat, Vahl has some interesting skills. Most of which it is uncertain if she learned them before or after her resurrection.

Needlework: Vahl upon arrival in the city was invited by Commander Zavala to the knitting circle he hosts. However, despite a lot of practice, knitting never got easier, but she stayed for the company. When Eva Levante saw her stitching a pocket into one of her Hunter clan mate's cloaks so it could hold a warming rock during the colder months. She shared with the Commander the information, and the next time Vahl came to the knitting circle he gave her a Dawning present of tools meant for embroidery and other needle work. And since then she uses it as a meditative practice.

Poison Detection: This skill was likely born from how she had died the first time. She can easily point out plants and even animals that are poisonous. And even when she does not know, she is often willing to take the risk of testing it first before anyone else. Be it her resilience as a Titan or the luck of the Traveler, any poison that has passed her lips has not killed he. Only weapons such as Thorn or Le Monarch, likely due to the amount it puts into a body based on how many times one has been shot by them.

Speech: The Awoken language, upon hearing it once more spoken in the Dreaming City, seemed to naturally come back to Guardian Vahl. Both in being able to read and speak it with near fluency. Which in the last few years has been a boon when dealing with things in the Dreaming City.

-History-

Like many Guardians, Nessa Vahl has gone through quite a bit in the last decade, and the stories are easily found. Compiled below are things that have stood as interesting points of note among the last decade.

After she met with Queen Mara and by extension Prince Uldren for the first time when seeking aid for entering the Black Garden. She spent a week playing in the Crucible, working off her anger. They were some of her most ruthless matches, according to Lord Shaxx. A number of Hunters lost their knives to her in that week, should they have tried to use them against her. She then proceeded to take out the Gate Lord with no fireteam. And upon retrieval and returning to the Reef, she approached Mara's throne with it in her hand like it weighed nothing before dropping it at Prince Uldren's feet. At his clear shock that she had beaten it, it is rumored that she batted her eyes at him and said, "What? Like its hard?"

Guardian Valh is oddly claustrophobic and has never been known to enjoy going down into the Hive tunnels on the Moon. When Eris returned and the Guardians were tasked with dealing with the Crota situation. She has always carried a rocket launcher into the tunnels. Preferring to take out the Hive from as much distance as she can. This did prove especially fruitful upon going with her Fireteam to take out Crota himself. So she had continued it as a sort of lucky charm.

During the time the Fallen betrayed Queen Mara and getting to come to the Reef freely, seemed to be hard on her. She felt a connection to the Awoken there, but their tendency to be very begrudging of any Guardian's presence was off-putting. So she was known for making her trips brief as possible, unless Petra was around, and then she was happy to talk for a while.

After taking down Alak-Hul, the Darkblade in the Sunless Cell, it is rumored that Valh did some adjustments to her Chrysalis' light so that it was far brighter than the standard build. It was also about the same time she started to prefer auto rifles as her main weapons.

During the SIVA Crisis, Guardian Valh was rather proactive about seeing to the mission at hand. However, she took a long break after the fallout from going down into Site 6 and seeing how SIVA had twisted the Iron Lords that had become trapped down there with it. Staying at the Iron Temple on Felwinter's Peak to learn more from Lord Saladin.

After losing her Light during the Red War, Nessa did what she could to help other Guardians who found the Farm in the same state she was in. Helping to keep them together as well as pushing them to pull their weight around the Farm.

When she did come across the Shard of the Traveler and gained her light back, Valh proceeded to sleep there just so she could feel fully recharged. Her ghost says that she seemed to have a vivid dream that evening, but the Guardian has never divulged what it was of.

Due to her already being untrustworthy of Prince Uldren, Vahl had no issue hunting him down for the death of Cayde-6. Many say that it was the coldest they had ever seen the normally cheerful Guardian in the days leading up to the Prince's death at her hands. Though, despite everything that had transgressed between the two, she still helped Petra to take his body back to the Dreaming City and prepare things for his funeral that the Awoken held. A Corsair says that when questioned about it she answered, "He may have been an ass and a murderer. But he was manipulated into being such, and I cannot fault him for that. My long forgotten memory presses me to try and remember that how he acted before this or during this was not the Prince I knew long ago. His blood is on my hands, yes, but he is still our Prince as much as Mara is our Queen. And I will show him that respect in death, even if he never showed me any in my new life."

Over the course of the year that followed Cayde's death, Guardian Valh became somewhat withdrawn. Often found deep in various archives, perhaps looking for answers to the many revelations that were starting to occur. An activity that only grew after seeking out Eris on the moon and finding the buried Pyramid ship.

When it came to the Nightmares that now haunt the Moon, it took Guardian Vahl some time to find any kind of ease on the planet. The cries of the dead almost made the Titan jump out of her armor at the time. And still does on occasions even now that she has visted the planet often since.

During Crimson Days, Guardian Valh threw herself into the competition along side a Hunter in her fireteam. The two were quite the pair and quickly rose up through the rankings. The Vow is one of the Titan's most beloved weapons and she keeps it hanging up on her wall rather than in her vault. When visiting Shaxx, she frequently will greet him with open arms while delcaring him Husband which Lord Shaxx accepts jovialy each time. (More to be transcribed at a later date)

[beaniebugart]

My dnd character, Chrys. She an Astral Elf, rogue/ranger combo c:

[linda-likes-to-draw]

Artist Challenge! Feat. Chrysanthe (@99corentine )

hooh BOY look at all these Chry's! Look at all his armours aha! I had a lot of fun with these, drawing all these scenarios haha features lots of references from GOL HAH DOV!

I tried my best to translate these and squish all the texts together without getting rid of the original watermarks... so sorry if they look confusing! (computer texts look so bad..)

Image Description below!

1ST: Around a campfire Chrysanthe, Lucien and Teldryn set up somewhere in Solstheim, Chrysanthe visibly struggles to finish the Ash Yam soup in his hands after trying it. Lucien tells Teldryn “Told you it's terrible!”, referring to the Ash Yam soup that now both Lucien and Chrysanthe dislikes. Teldryn replies “Tsk. You uncultured N'wahs.” as he enjoys ash yams and is annoyed his two companions don't. Chrysanthe is wearing Steel Plates Armour.

2ND: In one of the early days of Chrysanthe's adventuring, before the whole Dragonborn ordeal, Chrysanthe, Lucien and Erandur travel in nordic tombs. Chrysanthe, wearing Steel Armour, pulls at a lever and suddenly getting shot by poison dart traps. This causes him to be poisoned and he pukes blood. Erandur and Lucien are surprised by this sudden trap in the background.

3RD: Takes place after Chry killed Ancano and saved the day in the College of Winterhold. Hooray! Tolfdir is telling Chry, holding the Staff of Magnus and wearing hooded college robes, to be the new Arch-Mage and Chry is highly disinterested lol

4TH: Chrysanthe in the quest The House Of Horrors, a quest located in the Abandoned House in Markarth. He just killed Vigilant Tyranus, the Vigilant sent to investigate the house with the player but is then convinced by Molag Bal to kill you. Chry hesitantly killed him, and is very, very disturbed :)c

5TH: The very morning after Chrysanthe's first telepathy with Miraak in the Winterhold inn. Thanks to Lucien, offscreen, he's covered in a fluffy blanket with tea. He's in a very bad state as he tries his best not to collapse in front of Lucien again.

6TH: The honey smut from chapter 16 of GHD ;)) Chry and Miraak are sitting opposite each other near a lake as the sun sets in the background. They are both sweating and little hearts can be seen popping up from below :)

7TH: Entirely a made-up scenario of a possible post-GHD scene where Chry and Miraak are living together and Chry accidentally catches Miraak finish taking a bath in the bathroom. Miraak is facing the door with his body visibly nude and wet as Chry stands at the door, surprised and flustered at the view.

8TH: Chry in ebony armour! with Lucien next to him as they pose like the meme from Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse. HMMN are on top of them as it is a sound Chry makes a lot. sksksk

[scientistkisser]

c-cyrillo pfp???? In the wild???

Chrys its me Cyrillo from instagram and discord I’ve followed you on tumblr for months

[askthegreatwhitesharkfishman]

"Dad! Papa! I'm going out!" Chrys called out as she tried to quickly make her way out of the casino-resort. @sleepycitrusfruits

C: where and with who?

Crocodile was right in front of her now

[49-ibr]

Here's a little question I like to ask about my OCs, plus the answers for the trio of A Feather in the Breeze and the pair from A Claw through the Heart

If your character had to choose between saving the world and saving their loved ones, which would they choose?

Would they:

A - Choose the world

B - Choose their loved ones

C - Choose both and succeed

D - Choose both and fail

Reblog with your answers!

For AFITB - Aveline would be A, Thalissa would be B, Adonis would be B

For ACTTH - Chrys would be C, Kaydah would be D