#elder marissa

[one-silly-cart00nist]

Elder Marissa screenshots

[pocochiiiiii]

Lots of colored bugs part 2

[linterteatime]

All the hollow knight gijinkas i have made so far, with links for easy find (◕_◕)

Troupe Master Grimm, Divine, The Radiance, Brumm, Broken Vessel

Quirrel, Mantis Lords, Traitor Lord, The Knight/Ghost, Tiso

Hornet, Lace, Myla, The Collector, Bretta

Pure Vessel, White Lady, Pale King

Marissa, The Hollow Knight, Iselda, Xero, Eternal Emilitia

Monomon The Teacher, Cornifer, Cloth, Jiji, Soulmaster

Hive Knight, Queen Vespa, Grey Mourner, Traitors Child, Marmu

God Seeker, Blue Child Joni, Herrah The Beast, Midwife

Nightmare King Grimm, Markoth, Gorb, Zote The Mighty, No Eyes

Grimmchild , Dung Defender, Moss Prophet, Grub, Grey Prince Zote

Paint Master Sheo, Nailmaster Oro And Mato, Nailsage Sly, Nailsmith, Lurien The Watcher

Salubra, God Tammer, Pale Lurker, Seer, Thistlewind

Small changes to Pure Vessel, Troupe Master Grimm, The Radiance

Fierce Dryya, Mister Mushroom, The Hunter, Snail Shaman

Isma, Revek, Steel Soul Jinn, Tuk

Flukemarm, Fluke Hermit, Dream Warrior Galien, Relic Seeker Lemm

Milibelle, Nosk, Elderbug, Maggot

Grimmkin Novice, Grimmkin Master, Grimmkin Nightmare, Elder Hu

Distant Villagers, Grimm Steed, Massive Moss Charger, Kingsmould

Unn, Cristal Guardian, False Knight/Mighty Hegemol, Watcher Knights

Gruz Mother, Vengefly King, Leg Eater, Menderbug

Willoh, Grubfather, Hot Spring Bugs, Mask Maker

The Last Stag/Old Stag, Brooding Mawlek, Little Fool, Soul Warrior

Ummu, Bardoon, Soul Twister, Volt Twister, Mistake, Folly

Extra stuff for the gijinkas + Fixes for old ones

Greenpath Vessel, Ellina The Chronicler, oblobbles, royal retainers

White Defender, Lord Fool, Winged Nosk, Grub Mimic

(Greenpath enemies): Mosscreep, Mossfly, Mosskin, Volatile mosskin, Fool eater, Squit, Obble, Gulka, Maskfly, Moss knight, Mossy vagabond, Durandoo, Duranda, Aluba

(Fog canyon enemies, The hive enemies, and 3 other ones without groups): Ooma, Uoma, Lumafly, Lifeseed, Bluggsac, Wingmould, Husk hive, Hive soldier, Hiveling, Hive guardian.

(Enemies from the abyss, ancient basin, and some others): knight's shade, siblings, lightseed, infected balloon, mawlurk, lesser mawlek, shadow creeper, entombed husk, void tendrils.

(I will make more dw)

[finalfrontierpublishing]

A Case of You by @epitomereally

Happy (belated) Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day! For FFWAD, Renegade Bindery runs an event where we bind copies of fics for their authors and I was super excited to be able to bind this for a fellow bookbinder!

I'm rather new to the Drarry fandom but @epitomereally has been absolutely wonderful in providing fic recs and bookbinding advice. She is so so kind and I have enjoyed seeing the lovely books she has created for fellow authors, and somewhere along the way I hatched a sekret plan to bind a copy of her fic for her.

Some stats as usual:

97,262 words || 354 pages

body text: EB Garamond 11 point

accents: Bestaline Sans, Bell MT and Bembo Std

I had really wanted to do a design on the spine (both of us like doing some spine stitching as a design feature), so i really wanted to be able to put it in a bind for her. also my near obsessive fixation with spine stitching worked out in my favour because i settled on a constellation design and ran with it. the design on the spine is stitched with gold linen thread, and accented by some designs done in heat reactive foil.

for bookcloth, I settled fairly quickly on night sky blue so colibri elder made an appearance. I had a little trouble with colour matching for the endpapers with the endbands (i should have probably done pink instead of purple), but I still like the relative cohesiveness of the look of this book. Endpapers are Crepaldi, i am absolutely shameless about my stash.

I also was very excited because I learnt Affinity Publisher for this book!!! Zero regrets, it looks amazing, i am a convert I will never go back to Microsoft Word goddamn. and ME AND SIDE HEADERS - i love them though the book might have benefited from larger margins. THEY'RE SO SEXY MY GOD.

hehe, i may have also sustained a flesh wound while cutting the board for this book but HEY WE ALL EVENTUALLY HAVE ONE OF THESE THINGS (WHERE WE GOTTA GO TO THE A&E BECAUSE OF A BOOKBINDING MISHAP) BEAUTY IS PAIN Y'ALL.

ULTIMATELY I'M SO GLAD THE BOOK ARRIVED SAFELY TODAY AND I'M SO HAPPY SHE LOVED THE BOOK. when you bind for another bookbinder, it's both stressful and extremely endorphin-releasing because the other bookbinder both appreciates all the design choices you make as well as knows exactly where you might have fucked up.

ultimately, making a book is a small small gift for someone who so generously wrote a novel-length epic for free and shared it with the masses for a love of fandom.

anyway, go read this fic, guys, it's so so good, and SHE JUST WROTE A NEW ONE (IT IS ALSO EXCELLENT and i am savouring it WHILE PONDERING DESIGN CHOICES HEHEHEHEH)

Please check out her AO3 page here.

Other things I've been working on:

FOILED EDGES HAVE BECOME MY PASSION I HAVE NO REGRETS. @duran-binding and I have been excitedly getting everyone into sanding and THE LOVE FOR POWER SANDING AND DOING FOILED EDGES. Marissa has even succeeded with hidden fore-edge painting - ALL HAIL OUR EDGELORD who does marbled edges and hidden fore-edge painting and has so kindly shared all her information with others for absolutely free. ❤���‍🔥

[changingplumbob]

Come meet the neighbours!

Keira and Marta have moved to San Sequoia, and live in a residential rental. There are six units so I thought I would introduce who lives where. Keep in mind, the Romero household is the only one I will be actively playing. I'll reblog this when I end up playing them this rotation but wanted to share what I've been working on the past few days.

I'm only showing the living spaces for all of them but they have 1 to 3 bedrooms and 1 to 2 bathrooms.

1 Dockyard Way Units - The Hanks Unit

Dr Xander Hanks and fiance Marissa Montgomery

Guess who? I finally got around to putting Dr Hanks in the world. I gave him a fiance who is as profession focused as him. She's in the business career so will be Eliza's coworker. They are engaged but not in a rush to marry, and don't plan on kids anytime soon. Good thing to as the unit is a 1 bedroom.

2 Dockyard Way Units - The Romero Household

Keira Foster and Marta Romero

Here are my happily engaged girlies. No interior shots until their rotation though because spoilers. If you are unaware Keira is moving here to work at the Marine Life Institute as a marine biologist. Marta is a part time barista and is working on planning their wedding.

3 Dockyard Way Units - The Staples' Unit

Stefan and Margarita Staples with their twin boys Oli and Vernon

Oh look it's my For Rent testing family! I missed y'all, couldn't leave you behind! Have fun in the background my darlings. Stefan is a gym trainer while Margarita works from home as an accounting assistant. The infants are of course infants.

4 Dockyard Way Units - The Wiley Unit

Wyatt Wiley and his wife Tianna

Two sims uploaded to the gallery by SimzZilla, aged up to elders. Wyatt and Tianna have been married for so long that they don't bother wearing their rings anymore. Deciding not to have kids the couple spent their life between work and travel. Now retired they are ready to forge some connections.

5 Dockyard Way Units - The Bolton's Unit

Marjorie Bolton with her husbands Sergio and Joaquin, and their cat Ginger

Yes you did read that right, it was not a typo. These sims were part of my rotations at the start, way before I even dreamed of posting the story anywhere, but I was finding the guys careers boring so moved them to the back benches. Marjorie is a 2 star techie, in the same career path as Joey. She fell for both Joaquin and Sergio and luckily for her, the men ended up falling for each other along the way. Joaquin is a 3 star celeb DJ while Sergio is a style influencer. Ginger the cat is basically their child but with a 3 bedroom unit they're not opposed to expanding their family with either humans or more cats.

6 Dockyard Way Units - The Ali's Unit

Harper and Lawrence Ali with son Roger, daughter Paola and cats Rudy and Minnie

I had these sims for testing... well I've tested a bunch of stuff with them. The blurb below them says MagicBlueDragon but I'm looking through my library and can't see them individually. We'll just say Harper and Lawrence were originally made by MagicBlueDragon to be safe.

Haven't set up too much here but I will say Kelly will find an enemy in Roger despite him not appearing on screen for this chapter. You'll read why tomorrow, or your today depending on timezones.

[luckynightdinosaur]

Predvember Day 2

Prompt: Kin

Word Count: 1k

Summary: An Elder reflects on a newer clan member.

Pairing: None

Tags: (mentioned) child abuse, rescue, training, teasing

Warnings: None

"One, two. Again. Block. Turn at the waist, strike. Good, again." 

Leaning against the doorway of the kehrite, Nakande watches quietly as the group of younglings practice various katas with their combi-sticks , their movements fluid and controlled under the watchful eye of their teacher, G'ka-kui.

Fluid and controlled for the most part, anyway. One of the youngsters catches the Elder's attention, the unblooded cursing loudly as he first trips over his own spear, then manages to smack himself in the head with it, somehow. 

His peers break into hysteric laughter as he crashes heavily to the floor. 

"Nice one." Go'stuib snarks, shaking his head, his mandibles curved into a smirk.

"Wow, how incredibly skilled you are - not!" His sister  Ha'ja-di  adds, chittering. 

"What an idiot." Ma'kep, the third triplet, chimes in, leaning against Ha'ja-di in his mirth. 

"Are you oka-" T'i-ti, one of the quieter students, begins to ask, but is cut off. 

"That's enough," G'ka-kui barks sharply, the elite casting a dark look over his students. "Be quiet and resume your katas." 

Despite their teacher's instruction to quiet down and continue their training, the younglings instead scatter from their positions when their fellow unblooded leaps to his feet with a roar. 

Nakande sighs as the youngling postures threateningly in challenge, even as embarrassment radiates from him.

Tachande. 

He is one of the newest members of the Lar'ja Kjuhte Clan, Nakande having found the younger yautja on a space station in the Andromeda Galaxy.

The clan had only stopped to refuel and buy more supplies. One of the hounds got free, however, prompting its owner, a young blooded warrior named Rka'thwei, to go after it. 

Shortly after this, Nakande received a video from Rka'thwei, which showed him something he never expected. 

A young yautja, locked in a pen like an animal. That yautja was Tachande. He had been being used for prey creature's entertainment, forced to fight others in a cage while the crowd cheered for blood. 

It was a degrading position for one of his own kind to find themselves in, the yautja long having thrown off the shackles of a life of fighting for others' entertainment, breaking free of their previous oppressors, known as the amengi. 

No yautja should be made to debase themselves in such a manner, and the fact that Tachande had been forced to do so was something Nakande had taken very personally. 

That he is so young makes it much worse. Tachande was only a preteen when Nakande and his clan had found him- while yautja are trained to fight from a young age, no child should have been made to endure what he had. 

Naturally, the Elder had decided that the youngling wouldn't be experiencing such things ever again, and had killed those who had captured him, making the choice to Tachande in as his own. 

How he ended up in the hands of a lesser species is anyone's guess.  

Nakande would like to believe that Tachande's situation was a mistake, or some kind of accident - but, considering how protective yautja females are of their young, and how secretive his species are as a whole, he is more inclined to think that Tachande's case is one of abandonment. 

Nakande suspects that he is from one of the western clans- those that make their homes near the inactive volcanoes of Prime. 

With black hide mottled with dark grey, he appears to be normal looking enough for a Yautja of a volcanic clan. 

Save for the fact that his eyes are a pinkish-red, an unusual color, and both his face and tresses are blotched with white- an indicator of sickness in one so young.

However, one of the humans in the clan, a healer named Marissa, suggested that Tachande simply has a condition called 'vitiligo'. 

Considering his age, it can only be assumed that he was born with it, or it developed when he was very young. 

Hen'dcho, the clan's healer, confirmed that Tachande's condition isn't detrimental to his overall health, being primarily cosmetic- although, the longer he's lived with them, there are mild symptoms he has displayed. 

His eyes are more sensitive to bright light, and the lighter patches of his hide have proven to be more sensitive to the sun. Those are the only two he's shown, neither of which are enough to affect him significantly. 

There is another yautja aboard who is similar, an albino by the name of Porvende, so they know how to work around what troubles he does experience. 

The biggest problem encountered with Tachande is his temper. It has been three cycles, and he's just about as difficult to handle as the day he boarded the ship.

Of course, he has improved since then- before, he was prone to outbursts daily and was always starting fights for no reason, actions that had him seeing his fair share of beatings at the hands of his teacher and a few others. They are less frequent, nowadays- a testament to how much he has changed. 

Despite his improvement, Tachande is still extremely aggressive, even for a hot-blooded teenager. Not having kindness shown to him for the majority of his life has caused him to become antisocial at best and outright hostile at worst. 

However, with more time, training, and…love, as the humans aboard put it, Tachande will only continue to improve. 

Hopefully.

"Resume your katas," G'ka-kui repeats, staring down Tachande. 

After a moment, the unblooded submits without a word, even as his tresses stand on end and his mandibles flare. He snatches up his combi-stick, and the lesson continues, a fight successfully averted. 

Nakande hums to himself, casting his gaze over the unblooded as he steps back into the hall, catching G'ka-kui's eye for a split second before he turns away.

In time, Nakande hopes that Tachande will come to see his fellow unblooded as kin. Because although he is not related by blood like most of them are, he is just as much a part of this clan as anyone else.

And he deserves to feel that way.

[hollow-knight-fights]

While I am figuring out what the fuck went wrong, send in propaganda for any competitor under the cut

Monarch Wings

Failed Champion (boss)

Soul Catcher

Sprintmaster

Soul Master

Forgotten Crossroads (stag station)

Cornifer

Infected Crossroads

Markoth (ghost)

Mawlurk

Grimmkin Novice

Shielded Fool

Xero

Spiny Husk

Hidden Station

Galien (ghost)

Maskfly

Traitor's Child (NPC)

Marissa (ghost)

Magnus Strong

Spell Twister

Elder Hu (boss)

Fungling

Primal Aspid

Hive Guardian

Radiance

Milybug

Steel Soul Jinn

Uoma

Grub Mimic

Nymm

Shadow Creeper

[bejeweled-wahlberg]

Martin: is it your bed time?

Varina: is it time that you di-

Michaela: Woah Woah Varina don’t disrespect your elders

Marissa: I WILL HURT YOU JOSEPH

Michaela: DONT CALL ME BY MY DADS MIDDLE NAME!

Varina belongs to- @jokerislandgirl32

(Ik how Varina is sometimes sassy like her mom but who knows considering how Marissa’s Dad and Her(Varina) Dad both are enemies)

[the-broken-truth]

Broken-Style Remix: Platonic Yandere Bruce Wayne + Bat-Family & Dakota Blake (Part 6 - 1)

SUBTITLE: JASON GOES OUT

Summary: Jason Todd is sick of hearing Bruce and Damian talking about a girl that wants nothing to do with the Wayne Family regardless of her blood ties to the family & he goes into town to get away from it all. He happens upon a Gun Shop and Shooting Range owned by Dakota's Aunt.

[LOCATION: STREETS OF GOTHAM CITY - AROUND 2 IN THE AFTERNOON]

Jason Todd - The Red Hood of the Bat Family - had enough. For the past few months, Bruce has been obsessed with getting his eldest child - Dakota Blake - to take the Wayne Name and claim her spot as the Wayne Heir but she constantly resisted him and now the little brat - Damian - was in on it too; which made Jason even more annoyed. Just the other night, Damian came home with scratches and bruises as well as a broken arm as he told the tale of him going after Tobias Blake - A Former Military Man who happened to raise Dakota along with her mother, Marissa Blake - Tobias' Younger Sister. He was about the kill the man when a masked huntress appeared and dispatched him, showing him that he wasn't as skilled as he thought he was while being trained by the Batman and League of Assassins. The Huntress of Artemis warned Damian to stay away from the Blake Family or she was going to do more than just break his arm the next time she saw him before disappearing into the night.

"Maybe you both should listen." Jason said, causing Bruce and Damian to look at him with raised eyebrows, "It's clear this girl wants nothing to do with the Wayne Family but you two are trying to force her into something she doesn't want. Bruce, you tried to go to her mother and buy her off, only to get your hand cut by a Hunter of Artemis. Damian, you tried to kill her uncle even though the Bat Family doesn't kill; and you got your ass handed to you by the same person who cut Bruce. Maybe you both should leave Dakota alone and just live life as you did before you found out she even existed."

"What could you understand, Todd?" Damian snarled at the taller man, "Dakota is a Wayne, she is my elder sister, and Father & I want her home, in Wayne Manor, where she belongs. You wouldn't understand what father is going through because you aren't blood linked to him, you're just someone he took pity on." Damian said as he walked away from the area with his arm in a cast - whoever broke it made sure it wouldn't recover for a while.

"Regardless of me not being blood linked to Bruce, I understand that Dakota wants to remain in the life she has known for her entire life. Just let the girl live how she wants to." Jason said as he looked at Damian's retreating before looking at Bruce, who was making phone calls to lawyers that would hear his case to get Dakota in his custody willingly. He was willing to pay whatever it took to get his daughter under his thumb. Jason exhaled before he walked out of the cave, to the manor, and out of it to get to his bike in the garage so he could get some fresh air - it was far too suffocating in the manor and the cave.

Jason drove down the streets of Gotham with his bike helmet on - thinking of how he was going to spend the day; that's when he heard 3 gunshots coming from the right side of the road. He stopped at the red light and looked to the side before reading the sign on the building.

Amria's Armory & Gun Shop

'A Gunshop and Armory? Here in Gotham? Well, the neighborhood can be dangerous enough. I wonder…' Jason said as he pulled off to the side and parked in one of the parking spots and killed the ignition before getting off the bike and taking off his helmet. He walked over to the door and opened it, went inside, and looked around: Guns & Bows were perfectly lined on the wall behind the counter, and the place was perfectly decorated in the theme of hunters and huntresses.

'Huntresses… Just like the huntress that kicked the brat's ass. I wonder if they get their weapons from here, they all look top-grade.' Jason thought as the sound of a bell rang out and he came face to face with a green-eyed woman, with tan skin, and reddish long hair that was tied into a ponytail; she was wearing a black shirt with a white long-sleeved shirt under it, blue jeans with black combat boots on her feet. But what caught Jason's eyes was the scar on her face that went across the bridge of her nose.

"Welcome to Amira's Armory and Gunshop, I'm Amira Blake of the Blake Family. How can I be of service to you today? Looking to purchase a new piece for your collection and just wanna blow off some steam in the shooting range?" The woman - Amira Blake - asked as she smiled at Jason who just smiled at her as he ran a hand through his short black and white hair.

"You can tell I need to blow off some steam?" Jason asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"You look like my niece when he came in here - puffed up muscles, irritated face, fists balled up. All the signs of someone who had enough shit for one day and just need to blow off some steam and what better way to do that than at a shooting range?" Amira explained as she counted on her fingers all the ways that Jason looked like he needed to blow off steam.

"You read me like an open book." He held his hand out from Amira to shake, "Jason. Jason Todd."

Amira shook his hand with a smile on her face.

"Pleasure. Now, what can I do for you today, Jason? Need some time in the shooting range? We're working on the Ak-47s & pistols this week." Amira said as she walked over to the counter with her hand raised over the tablet by the register.

"I could go for an hour in the shooting range. Anything I need to know about using the shooting range?" Jason asked as he reached into his wallet to get his I.D. and some cash for the hour but all Amira took was the I.D. and told him that his first hour with them was free.

"Nothing that isn't already a given - stay in your lane with the weapons, don't remove them from the stall without emptying the clip, don't point weapons - Loaded or Not - at the other customers. Oh, my niece is actually in there right now, say hi to her if you want to but be careful, she's had a rather rough day as if late." Amira said as she logged Jason into her system before handing him back his I.D. which he returned to his wallet before pocketing it.

"Your Niece?" Jason asked.

"You must not use social media or watch the news a lot. My Niece is Dakota Blake - the Daughter of Bruce Wayne that wants nothing to do with him." Amira said with an exhale as she looked at the door that lead to the shooting range.

"Oh, I heard about that but I didn't think you would be related…well, having the same surname kinda makes a connection but there are surely other people named 'Blake' in Gotham. Sorry that your niece is going through all of that, no one should be forced into something they do want." Jason said as he looked at the ground.

"Don't worry about it, Jason, we're going to keep Dakota safe from Bruce; he doesn't have a leg to stand on when it comes to this case. He may be rich and powerful but the facts are with us." Amira said as she pulled and pair of pistols off the wall and loaded them before gesturing for Jason to follow her behind the counter and into the Shooting Range.

Jason was placed in his lane, given the guns, and Amira started the targets so that Jason could shoot them. Jason looked down the lanes and saw a young girl who looked like Amira shooting the targets with a bow and arrow and from the looks of it, she was hitting bullseyes on all of them, How could she be that good at hunting? Who taught her?

Then the hour was up and Amira called Jason to come over to her and he did just as the girl - wearing dark sunglasses - walked over to them and spoke to Amira for a while before turning to face Jason.

"Who is this, Auntie Amira?" The girl asked.

"Dakota, meet Jason Todd. Jason, meet my niece Dakota." Amira gestured between them as she introduced them. Jason looked at Dakota as she did the same and they held their hands out to shake.

"Nice to meet you, Dakota." Jason said.

"Likewise, Jason." Dakota smiled.

This was the start of a beautiful friendship.

[koco-coko]

renegade and the reckoners as vampires

HEAR ME OUT

you ever think about how seemlessly the Renegades (Marissa Meyer) and the Reckoners (Brandon Sanderson) could transform into vampires/vampire hunter aus???

The Reckoners is the easiest, just make Epics vampires. High Epics -> Elder Vampires and Minor Epics -> lesser. Just turn the Gifters into people who can turn others into vampires. It's so easy and IMAGINE THE GOTHIC AESTHETIC?? IMAGINE PROF TIA ABRAHAM AND DAVID WEARING 1700S CLOTHING?? PROF'S LAB COAT REPLACED WITH SOMETHING MORE AKIN TO THOSE LONG PIRATE COATS???

And the Renegades is the same way! Instead of heroes and villians with superpowers it becomes: the Anacharists (+ otherd obviously) are vampires, and the Renegades are just vampire hunters. And so the Renegades can still keep that "ehh kinda sus" structure it could be a passed down tradition so it's more exclusive and people trying to enter are often mocked since there would be those with 3 generations of vampire hunters (probably Genissa lets be fr) compared to Oscar or Ruby who are newbies to the busniess and had to be selected/handpicked (so the trials thing still exists, tho maybe it works more like the hunger games where its random or something similar, so keeping the "hey renegades arent that good of a group" thing going)

So yeah if anyone wants to write these feel free I just needed to point out how seemlessly these superhero/superpower stories can transfer into vampire tales and still keep the story beats and themes for the most part

[hannah-heartstrings]

summer reading/writing/arting tag

Tagged by @babyblueetbaemonster and @druidx, thanks guys!

1) Describe one creative WIP you plan on working on over the summer.

I have an edit for the Sonic movies with a Sonic and the Black Knight quote that I started ages ago. I’m hoping to finally finish it and post it on Sonic’s birthday later this month.

2) Recommend a book!

I love the Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer so I'm recommending the first one, Cinder. They're all sci-fi fairy tales and the first one is about a cyborg Cinderella.

It's a unique retelling with a funny robot, a cute ship, and tear jerker moments. What's not to love?

3) Recommend a fic! 

Talis and the Terrifying Errand-boy by @druidx because it's funny and great. And to my non Elder Scrolls fan followers, I don't think you need to know the source material to understand it.

And there's a podfic version.

4) Recommend music!

All of Imaginary Future, a lot of his songs are so sweet. My favorite is As Long as I Have You I'm Home, which is both sweet and emotional:

https://youtu.be/Ns7lrumJSVo

My secret to cute fluff is to daydream while listening to the cutest songs.

5) Share one piece of advice!

Sometimes you need to take a break from doing things and just focus on being.

It can be hard to stop worrying about things long enough to do that but I've found the best way to clear your head is to go outside and just take in every detail, focus on exactly what you're seeing, hearing, etc.

Sometimes that's not always feasible though, listening to ambiance and imagining being outside helps too.

Tagging: @emeraldhazeart @punkinspice @inkysqueed @mageofcolors and anyone who hasn't done it yet. XD

[pocochiiiiii]

Lots of bugs Part 2

[elders-of-the-sky]

Fonte: …I just…don’t understand. Why wouldn’t they tell anybody? No me…not Kerta…not Derek…not Ezzard…

Fonte: It just doesn’t make sense…

[Flashback underneath Read More]

[ Kerta and Ezzard are co-owned by @jello-skykid ]

“I don’t understand. Your era should have ended a long time ago…Why are you all still here?”

Silence. The current elders all looked among one another, as if ashamed to admit to anything.

“That…” The Vault elder, Nox, spoke, “…is a long story…”

She slowly approached Fonte and took her by the hand, guiding her to a circle of shrines. “Come here…we’ll catch you up…”

Fonte stared despondently at the grass beneath her feet. Still, she nodded and mumble an “okay.”

Nox sat in front of her own shrine, Fonte followed, having finally sat down after hours of wandering the ruins of a kingdom now long gone. The former sighed as she watched her fellow elders find their place. Pop and Rain sat off to the side while Sunn and Sett stayed perched on Gold’s shoulders like birds. Delos, having experienced old age far quicker than anybody else despite only being a few days Nox’s senior, found a way to sit on the grass not too far away from the others without hurting himself. The ancient-looking man silently swore when his mask started to fall apart, as it normally did when his light ran low.

“You remember our coronation…” Nox started.

“Of course,” Fonte sighed, “the twins were barely teenagers when it happened. I wish we had been able to give you all more time.”

“It could not be helped.” Nox spoke with an almost aggravated tone. “Lorelei and Marissa were dying, and you were already losing yourself before then. No matter if the poison was physical as it was with them, or mental as it was with you, the Seven Realms could not run with only three healthy elders. Combined with Kerta’s inconsolable state regarding your prognosis, that really only left Ezzard and Derek to run things. Given all the circumstances that forced our early coronation, I must reiterate…it could not be helped.”

Fonte simply looked at Nox, her eyes still sparkly with tears from before.

“Anyways…” The Vault Elder continued, “Not long we were left to take charge…His Royal Highness…”

‘had a child’ she wanted to say. But then she remembered that she had removed the memory of Prince Kier, and his counterpart Prince Resh, from the others’ minds. She didn’t need them suffering those memories right now. If anybody deserved to feel guilty for not saving them, it deserved to be her.

“He…what? Nox, what happened to King? Is he still with us as well?”

Nox silently wondered to herself why the previous ruler, Charles, had given his son such an on-the-nose name. The man must not have had room for creativity, having been born during the Oasis-Prairie War. She decided not to digress any longer, even if she considered Charles a fool for naming his one and only son “King.”

“…no.” She answered after pondering for far too long. “He is gone. We had to make progress without him, starting with those blueprints for The Eye.”

“How did that go?”

“It went…well.”

“A little too well.” Rain interrupted, “The ancient texts warned us of taking too much light for our own. We found out firsthand what happens when The Balance is disrupted to such an extreme degree, you get-“

“Those things from outside.” Fonte finished for her.

Rain nodded in confirmation. “The Eye exploded in front of us, before we could get it under control. Those things, those dark dragons, they appeared immediately afterwards. We think the explosion opened up a way to us from wherever the creatures of darkness were originally banished to.”

“What even are they?”

Everybody was silent again.

“…Monsters.” Gold simply said, but his voice suggested guilt in every word he spoke. “They’re just…monsters that eat light. Nothing more, nothing less.” He didn’t dare tell them that some of the dragons were once people, people who somehow corrupted into those forms with no escape other than death. If anybody deserved to feel guilty, it deserved to be him.

Gold continued. “They killed Delos…they killed Sunn…they killed Sett…they killed…me…they’re dangerous.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Said Nox.

Gold felt a pressure in his chest grow slightly heavier.

“Did you fight them?” Fonte asked.

“Yes…” Nox sighed, “…after about a year of conflict, it was only me and the remaining ancestors of our kingdom that remained. I don’t remember how long we held out for, only that I pled to the Makers for our people’s redemption. I can’t recall how long we’ve been stuck in the Realm of Spirits for…but I do know that my calls were answered.”

Nox paused, and looked over to see a child with a brown cape approach her. She beckoned to them, and allowed them provide an offering of light to her realm. The child watched the starry sky fill itself with portraits of a world long passed, and received a nod of acknowledgment from each of the elders before they vanished from the Realm of Spirits. Nox looked back at Fonte.

“…the children…”

“Yes.” She smiled weakly at the woman.

“The Makers sent them down to…redeem our people.”

“At the very least, to redeem the ones who are stuck here as spirits.”

Fonte mused over this information for several minutes. Nox hoped that this would satisfy whatever questions the predecessor had for her group, but it did not. Fonte had one more question.

“Nox…”

“…Yes, Miss Fonte?”

“…Why didn’t you call somebody?”

“…”

“I can see how much older you all are compared to when I went to sleep. There had to have been about 10 years between your coronation and when the Eye exploded. There’s no way you couldn’t have noticed something awry with it. All of you are far too observant to have not noticed.”

Gold spoke up. “…I…I did mention on multiple occasions that…the Eye seemed to be acting more unstable with time…Rain can consolidate with me about that.”

Rain nodded, “I had my concerns as well…but…”

“But?” Fonte tilted her head curiously.

“We…didn’t want any of you to worry. While we felt that everybody that went to Orbit would likely be healthy again after about a year of rest, we really didn’t want to bother anybody. We figured that everybody would be tired…and that it would be less stress for everybody else if we handled it ourselves.”

“But we’re your predecessors!” Fonte started to shout. She felt offended for the elders she had worked with. Like their experience was somehow out of question. “I might not have been available, but the others would have been. Derek especially if there were issues with The Eye. And when the darkness had finally taken over…I don’t know why you wouldn’t have called Kerta or Ezzard, they love you guys! They would have fought tooth and nail for you and for your people.”

Silence, once more.

“You…you wouldn’t get it.” Pop simply stated. It was the first time he had said anything since Fonte had shown up.

“What…what is there to get? Pop, I don’t understand…”

“It’s complicated. You just…wouldn’t…get it.”

“Why?!” She pleaded with him.

Pop refused to answer. There was too much shame in his heart, in all of their hearts. It wasn’t about asking for help…it was about letting their predecessors, their caretakers, down. Fonte’s era had been one of peace and prosperity, surely they would all seem lesser if they couldn’t as easily find success…but how could he put that into words. How could he admit to Fonte that they were all ashamed to ask for help?

“…why?…” Fonte repeated herself. “…why won’t you look at me? Why won’t you talk to me?”

After several minutes without a response, Fonte stood up. “I’m not mad at you all…”

She paused. “I’m really not…I’m just…confused…and upset that you didn’t tell anybody…”

Fonte vanished into the darkness within the Realm of Spirits, eventually re-appearing back where she started…in front of a shrine: her shrine.

The light of the moon spilled in from a hole in the cave ceiling, the only source of illumination for Fonte as she buried her head into her sleeve-covered palms.

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

Mike is 5'11 but I think its canon that both Hunter and Ty are taller than him. I think Anne should be taller than all three of them

FUCK CANON

ok uhhh but heres me retooled list of wbg characters shortest to tallest based solely on their Vibes to me

Marissa

Charlie

Ty

Outlaw Ty

M-Dawg

Mikey

MW

Boris

Mike

Edman

Edgar

Mustardseed

Michael

Ryan

Cole

Matt

Jam

Felix

Chance

Shadow

Sly

Eagle

Kasimieras Berzina

Anne

Topher

Troy

Elder Hunter

Mystery Hunter

Innocent Hunter

Punished Hunter

The Bear

Bluster The Gigantic Horse

[wordyneonlights]

Meeting The Elders

This story was based on a prompt from ‘The Plottery’ on Instagram titled: Write a story about a newly transformed vampire

Today is a good day to be undead. Although I suppose any day can be a good day to be undead depending on how you feel but today… this day was a good -nay- fantastic day to be undead. You may be wondering why. Why I’m celebrating my undeadness. Why this particular day is so good, well my little fledgling it’s because I have been invited to the vampire coven.

Yes the vampire coven.

Where vampires as old as time and witches as powerful as the elements met to discuss the fate of the world and play blackjack. I had almost exploded into dust when I read my invitation, in fact I hadn’t even thought it was real until Clarice verified it; giving me a jealous look as I grinned.

“I can’t believe you got an invite,” she complained as I smelled the paper, ohhh it had smelled rich and powerful the type of smell only those who’d lived over a thousand years could attain.

Francois didn’t share my excitement, when I asked him to smell it he simply wrinkled his nose and muttered something about the falling standards of letter paper. I didn’t care, I wouldn’t let his surliness ruin my big night, the night!

An hour or so passed and I had gotten ready, hopefully it was what the leaders wanted to see. As I walked down the street towards the address printed on the invitation, a few worries started to slip in my mind.

I wasn’t a complete idiot, I knew how powerful these leaders were and I understood that if they found me of no use they would get rid of me. I shivered at the thought, the thought of a wooden point being uncomfortably pressed hard enough into my chest to draw blood, or in my case explode me into infinitesimal pieces.

To add on to all of this, I also had heard rumours about people going into the vampire coven. Some went in and survived to tell the story while others… well let’s just say that they weren’t as fortunate.

My heart hammered in my chest all further excitement gone. Before now, the coven had seemed like a dream, a distant unattainable thing that I would never get to. Now I wish it were Clarisse here instead of me. Maybe I could turn back… no. I couldn’t do that.

The coven had chosen me after all, not Clarisse and I’ll be truly damned if I give anything up to her.

The building loomed in front of me, a dusty abandoned 7-11.

I walked towards it ignoring the shifting shadows and the unnerving whispers, pushing open the rusted door and standing in front of aisles worth of expired product.

I walked among the shelves trying to find some sort of lever or switch that would lead me out of this (probably haunted) shop and to the … well… wherever the coven was. Or maybe funds were bad this year and a musty old 7-11 was all they could manage.

“Hello!” I called, “It’s me! The one you sent an invitation to, Marissa Perez!”

At the mention of my name the ground literally shook and a low feminine voice whispered:

“Finally, we’ve been waiting for you to introduce yourself Marissa,”

Everything went hazy for a moment, as though the seven eleven was melting, the shelves being replaced by couches and people as well as a large floor, polished and wooden with poles sticking out of it. Almost exactly like the place my mom used to have her pole dancing lessons.

The room cleared from it’s melty dimension leaving me standing in front of a couch with four people sitting on it. The first one, sat poised and gracefully, her red curls gelled and kept in a ponytail behind her head, a spattering of freckles dusted the bridge of her nose.

The second one was a dark-skinned male, his locks tied back and decorated with gold rings. He looked wistful and I noticed that his pupils were glassy and clear like milk.

The third and fourth one were voraciously making out with each other and I turned away, embarrassed as my gaze drifted back to the curly haired woman.

“Marissa Perez,” she said softly

I nodded before squeaking out a small yes.

“It is a delight to have you here,” the male continued, nodding in my direction and I frowned. Maybe he wasn’t blind, maybe that was just the natural colour of his eyes.

“MeiLing please leave us,” the woman spoke again as one of the partners in the … activity happening further down on the couch got up and left.

The one remaining, brought out a pocket mirror and began checking her features, eyeing me as she did so. “Marissa,” the first one said and I faced her again.

“My name is Corinthe, the next to me is Dati and the other is Feilong,”

I nodded as Corinthe continued

“Very rarely do we allow people to meet with us, especially newly-turned,” she said, the word ‘especially’ being heavily stressed.

I nodded again before adding a yes ma’am so that they didn’t think I was mute.

“I still don’t understand why she’s here. She’s barley three months, she’s only just learned to acclimate. What do we gain from her existence?” Feilong asked, giving Dati and Corinthe looks that suggested that she greatly disagreed with their decisions.

Feilong’s voice sounded different to my own and I realised that both Dati and Corinthe hadn’t used their lips to communicate with me. I suddenly felt very out of place.

It was true, I was only three months old in terms of vampire age, I had only just started to digest blood fully. That’s why Clarisse and everyone else in her clan were so surprised when I got the invitation. Especially when you considered that I wasn’t even in the system yet, that would take another three months.

I looked at Corinthe, Dati and Feilong in turn, trying to summon up enough courage to ask my next question.

“What am I doing here?” I asked before quickly rephrasing the question when I noticed the look in Corinthe’s eyes, “I mean I’m insignificant, I’m not even in the system, I wouldn’t be of use to you-”

Feilong nodded in approval to my last statement as Dati stood up.

“You are our last and only hope,” he said

“Like in Star Wars?” I blurted “With Obi Wan Kenobi?”

He gave me a confused look, the most emotion I had seen from the three of them combined

“I…suppose, yes like your… Star Wars. And Obi Wan Kenobi,”

I nodded again before opening my mouth only to have Corinthe cut me off

“The new generation of vampires is a waste of blood and time, they are a disgrace to the legacy and lineage I have created. They are weak willed and useless and have no goals, aims or plans. You on the other hand, you are still new, still… malleable. Using you we can create a new wave of vampires, good ones, ones worthy of the blood they consume,”

Corinthe finished before looking at me, an eyebrow raised in expectance.

I gulped

“So what do you need me to do?”

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In the quaint town of Lunaris, nestled at the edge of an ancient forest, the townsfolk lived in harmony, guided by the stars and their own resilience. Among them was a wise elder named Marissa, known for her deep understanding of the mystical and the mundane. Marissa had always been a beacon of hope, helping the townspeople navigate life’s challenges with her wisdom and foresight. However, not…