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redrandomposts · 4 months ago

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just some thoughts :) +spoilers but isnt that in most in my content?

(calamity!xie lian x god!hua cheng)

-xie lian feeling guilty about wu ming and trying to find the shattered soul pieces, leading him to mount tonglu

-wu ming, missing soul pieces and unable to descend from heaven

-xie lian gets trapped in the kiln. during this time, his feelings for wu ming fester and grow. (note: he doesnt die, so hes not a ghost.)

-wu ming names himself hua cheng, becoming the ghost of tonglu mountain and god of sacrifice

-jun wu... favors him??? because hua cheng's domain is, yknow, wuyong kingdom ruins. he doesnt connect hua cheng as wu ming. (maybe i should add spoilers to my things... whoops)

-xie lian becomes known as "black blade longing flower," as he is most characterized with his sword, fangxin, and he always stops for small white flowers in longing

-because of his missing soul pieces, hua cheng is unable to figure out what he lives for—only knowing that it's something he would kill himself for

-xie lian decides to create ghost paradise as a lure for wu ming's missing soul pieces, although he'd never admit it

-hua cheng is technically a calamity. his domain is tonglu mountain, after all—so he looks alive and shapeshifts excellently. due to an... incident, concerning said shapeshifting, he becomes known as the god of luck and fortune.

-xie lian gets into more trouble. his misfortune paired with ghost paradise... not the best. somehow, he becomes feared by heaven — defeating many gods and demons who come across him

-hua cheng is sent to investigate as a strong martial god and ghost. after sealing his divine power, he transforms into the form he held before ascending, thinking nothing of it. something was missing, so he put on a mask he had found a while ago—crescent eyes, smiling.

-xie lian is told from one of his servants about hua cheng's arrival; after all, he has instructed them to inform him if they ever see a ghost with the mask on, and black hair.

-hua cheng... is confused. he isnt particularly attached to ghosts (not even himself), but ghost paradise makes him feel as if he were home.

-xie lian doesn't want to lose wu ming so he kidnaps him. bet you didnt expect that! unfortunately, he lacks the foresight to, yknow, give wu ming the rest of his soul back.

-hua cheng, for some reason, doesnt want to fight back nor escape. heaven is scrambling to gather those willing to fight the calamity and find the missing god.

-xie lian is delighted, although finds that the ghost is missing some memories. he assumes its heaven's fault, once again forgetting that he has his missing soul pieces

-hua cheng cant help but feel that this is what he's been living for. locked heavily in a fancy, larger-than-large room, he feels content knowing that xie lian is there.

-xie lian fights off the gods that come for hua cheng when mount tonglu starts it's pulse. it doesnt have much of an affect on xie lian. hua cheng, however, feels the ghost arousal.

-hua cheng seals his ghost power, and with the seal on his divinity, he's particularly weak. he starts easing the seal on the divine powers, hoping not to alert his captor. for some reason, he feels guilty for his godhood.

-xie lian eventually notices, walking into the room hua cheng was sealed in. he feels... hateful? disappointed? happy? heaven had a grasp on his wu ming, but his wu ming had achieved something grand.

-hua cheng escapes, one day, due to his luck. it doesn't feel right, but he looks for the exit; he should go back to his territory. he finds a grand bedroom, and in a porcelain jar, the rest of his soul laid.

-xie lian is in a panic. wu ming? where was his wu ming? he scrambles around his empty manor, following the meagre traces of wu ming. he stops at the doorway of his bedroom. wu ming was reconnecting with the rest of his soul. what a fool xie lian was. how could he keep wu ming in pieces? he deserved to be whole.

-hua cheng is overwhelmed, losing his grip on both seals as he became whole. he falls into a daze, where all he wants, all he needs is dianxia.

-xie lian finds himself with an armful of wu ming, desperate for him. it's as if it came from a long-buried fantasy. wrapping his arms around wu ming, carefully bathing him and combing his hair... he had what he wanted. (he wanted more)

AND CLIFFHANGER!!! just watched deadpool&wolverine ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ not feeling the hualian vibes rn

#spoilers #tgcf #hua cheng #au idea #xie lian #hualian #calamity xie lian #god hua cheng

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simplegenius042 · 7 days ago

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Music Monday, WIP Wednesday & OC Picrews

Tagged by @atomsace @voidika @imogenkol and @josephseedismyfather

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies @aceghosts @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @direwombat @noodlecupcakes @adelaidedrubman @raresvtm @derelictheretic @davrinsgriffons @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @yokobai and @seedsplease + anyone else who want to join.

Got music for The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and my Wings And Horns WIP, WIP snippets for The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters, plus picrews for an A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore OC, picrews include Christmas stockings, regular OC looks and 1880's aesthetic/design. Without further ado, listen and read below the cut:

Silva is defined by both "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" and "still pretty traumatizing experience though". It's a balance that I'm trying my best in keeping steady, and I don't think I'm doing that bad of a job at. Even if we exclude the AUs (which Silva is just put into MORE situations), one thing is clear, Silva is tough. She survives. Her father, the Tumultite Massacre, the journey at sea till she and her small family make it to America, Paul and the Apostles of Zachariah, the hopelessness and grief she felt after Persephone's death, the Reaping and Eden's Gate, Adam's Guard, the Collapse and the five to seven years in that bunker with Faith and Azriel (in addition to Mercy), the 11-13 years spent on the surface of Montana post-Collapse, the Highwaymen and Paul's return. Silva living in itself is a massive blatant "Fuck You" to both her father and the Voice's efforts in trying to kill her (or at least make her suffer). Anyway, listen to Kelly Clarkson killing it below:

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"You know the bed feels warmer Sleeping here alone You know I dream in color And do the things I want

You think you got the best of me Think you've had the last laugh Bet you think that everything good is gone Think you left me broken down Think that I'd come runnin' back Baby, you don't know me 'cause you're dead wrong

You heard that I was starting over with someone new They told you I was moving on, over you

You didn't think that I'd come back I'd come back swinging You tried to break me, but you see

Thanks to you, I got a new think started Thanks to you, I'm not the brokenhearted Thanks to you, I'm finally thinking 'bout me You know in the end, the day you left was just my beginning In the end

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone What doesn't kill you makes a fighter Footsteps even lighter Doesn't mean I'm over 'cause you're gone What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger Just me, myself and I What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger Just me, myself and I What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone

When I'm alone."

Funny how this FNAF song can fit Poppy Playtime and this unnamed WIP I've made for it. Throughout the game and this WIP, Poppy encourages the protagonist to continue further down into the factory. Honestly not surprising she leads the protag of this WIP into Frederick Rosemary's industry of pure horror:

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"What's the story in all this clutter Give me more than exotic butters! Some cryptic lines will be fine Keep your innards, and I'll keep mine She's pulling strings, but I'm trying To figure out what kinda puppet I've been Never gonna let her get under my skin!" "Heard of Frederick Rosemary*? You're gonna like him!

Can't help but feel like you belong here." "But I wanna leave, I just gotta leave." "You know that something's going wrong here." "And she's watching me, now she's onto me." "Come find out what's been going on here." "Has my progeny caught up to me?" "You know you're nothing but a pawn here." "Am I part of them? Are they/you part of me?"

[* Purple Guy, or William Afton from FNAF, doesn't exist in the Poppy Playtime universe, and in this WIP, Frederick is the major antagonist]

And lastly, a funky upbeat remix that hints towards what kind of past Xiang Ba'al, a sloth demon from the Sloth Ring of Hell, had in his youth and now in his adult life. Learn how he became such a great quick-draw that even gives Archangel Metatron trouble when fighting him:

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"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Daddy's* got a quick hand He'll look around the room He won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette Hanging out his mouth He's a cowboy kid Yeah he found a six-shooter gun In his pa's** closet, in a box full of fun things I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet (Hit it!) All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Faster than my bullet Faster than my bullet

Daddy works a long day He be coming home late, and he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice I've waited for a long time Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger He reasons with his cigarette*** Then says "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah?""

[*Name changed justified as it goes from Xiang's POV recalling his gangster father. **Xiang only ever recalls his father calling his own dad "pa". ***Xiang doesn't smoke but obviously his father does. Also a moment of "noticing your son has a natural hand for this weapon much like yourself, even if held back by hesitancy". Seeing himself in Xiang essentially and stoking the flames of curiosity with a tease to continue those damn familial/generational cycles, y'know?]

Here's some more Vengeful!Silva AU snippets where Jacob's gonna attempt to capture Silva after she makes a concerning number of head ways and nearly successful assassination attempts towards Joseph. He and Alexander's ambush gets intercepted by Silva's new guardian angel Margarett (whom she and Azriel have granted an additional... helpful augmentation):

Jacob lowered to his knees as he placed the barrel of his rifle onto the log they too cover behind.

Alexander and two of their Chosen caught up to him; his right-hand crawled up next to him, stationing his crossbow alongside Jacob's rifle. One Chosen took cover behind a tree stump to the right of the log, while the other stood hidden behind the foliage on Alexander's left.

Jacob lifted a hand up in an open palm to signal to his present men. They waited as he looked through his scope onto their target's location; the back of a small abandoned home, more like a cabin, that had belonged to one of his effective if stranger men. Dansky, he recalled Alexander mentioning.

They lost contact with him after overhearing what seemed to be a break-in.

Through his scope's lens, Jacob noted the window was blocked, leaving the only entrance way the door. A foolish decision, leaving them open for attack. He could hear no activity as well, leaving Jacob frowning.

Jacob glanced at Alexander beside him, catching the brunette's attention. He gestured to the other man's bag, which Alexander nodded in affirmation, unlatching the hood so Jacob could see the contents; some minor explosives, strong enough to remove the obstacle to the window.

Jacob shared a smirk with Alexander, giving an affirming nod. He began formulating the plan; two to the door, two to the window, destroy the window, move in through both at the same time. Hopefully they'd be able to take down the defector's bodyguard that Terry had described to them after they found the man.

Then they can take the "unruly child" back to her "Father", just as his brother requested.

Jacob huffed and shook his head, but this had been one of the few things Joseph remained adamant on.

As Alexander began to tweak the explosives so they'd be ready, Jacob looked towards the Chosen to his left and closed his hand into a fist, then pointing towards the direction of the door. He then turned to Chosen on his right for the same thing, but paused when the Chosen was inspecting something he found on the ground.

The Chosen looked toward Jacob, and handed him the small object.

On Jacob's scarred flesh, he could feel the bits of ash and dirt that covered the crushed paper roll. Jacob brought it up to his nose, inhaling the foul scent that mixed with the dry earth; a cigar. There was still a surviving warmth to it, meaning it was recently put out.

He glanced to the stump, and when looking at it, he took notice of the deep cuts ingrained into the wood. He looked down to the log, and realized it was the same color as the stump, and the serrated end of it had chunks split across it.

This is a set up.

Then he heard it. The stomping footsteps rushing up behind them.

Grabbing onto Alexander, he hoisted the surprised younger man over the log, barely hopping over it himself before a behemoth-sized woman in large ragged cloaks broke through the foliage and slashed across the log.

She managed to cut down the Chosen on the right, and before the Chosen had enough reaction time to aim his bow at her, she spun her staff, hitting him in the stomach with it before bringing her other weapon over his head.

Jacob and Alexander rolled down the short steepness, before they collected themselves. The bag of explosives had been left behind the log, same with Alexander's crossbow, but Jacob still had his rifle on hand.

The taller woman, older and more scarred than Jacob himself, glared down at them with her one amber eye, firmly thinly lined lips quirking up into a smirk once she recognized Jacob.

Jacob look down to the blade in her other hand, but realized it wasn't just a blade; where he expected to see flesh holding onto it, instead was a metal prosthetic that's wrist had an axe head attached to it.

With the window no longer an option, Jacob glanced to Alexander, cocking his head towards the cabin's doorway around the corner; the brunette would need to retrieve Silva himself.

Alexander glanced between Jacob and his leader's approaching opponent, flabbergasted but accepting the task.

With Alexander leaving just the two of them, Jacob's cold blue eyes narrowed into the hungry amber of his newest enemy.

Another WIP draft for the first of three Arcane: League of Legends fics I'll be working on, after gaining a better idea on what to do with this after the much needed second season to close things off. Below is a rough draft of the prologue where Silco visits pre-Singed's lab for anything useful to his cause against Piltover, especially with the proliferation of Shimmer. He finds a... peculiar and uncanny creation of the Doctor's just collecting dust and begging to be used:

The clicks of the mechanisms inside the door set off in one loud groan as the sounds echoed in the wet cave, the unlocked door to the Doctor's lab widening open.

Silco gestured his subordinates, Ran and Licker, to guard the front as he followed his companion inside, walking with a lazy sway as his good eye took in the state of the Doctor's laboratory.

It was vastly different from the one they were setting up at the aquarium; at least there, everything was clearer and more organized. Here, the Doctor's base of operations was a mess and far cruder; pages of paper spread out chaotically on tables, pinned to boards and across lines, vats of organs and other insides unrelated to another stocked on top or next to each other, as well as the preservation chamber that held a giant salamander like creature in stasis.

Silco couldn't remember what the Doctor named it, and frankly couldn't care; all it's use came from the component within it that allowed them to manufacture their newest weapon, Shimmer.

"You may browse if you wish," the Doctor told him, walking off towards one unorganized section of his lab, "Retrieving the last of my research shouldn't take long."

Silco grunted out a hum in acknowledgement as he looked around the laboratory.

Holding his hands behind his back, he surveyed all the illicit materials the Doctor had collected over the years. Besides the Shimmer research, there wasn't much inside the lab that could prove useful in their fight against Piltover and their independence for Zaun.

Most of the materials didn't even seem ready, making the Doctor's permission even more useless in hindsight.

Until something in the corner caught his glance.

It looked slouched over, non-organic. More mechanical than anything. It's figure was almost human like.

Another of the Doctor's pet projects? Silco wondered, curiosity sinking its teeth on his skin. He wandered closer towards the deactivated machination, cautious but hungry to know what it was.

Though it was slouched over and he was standing above it, the sheer height of the machine reached up to his chest. He noted that, were it standing, it would be taller than him. Its entire body was clearly designed to be feminine.

The metal features was dark and sleek, even if the welded material was jagged and sharp at the edges. The face was smooth, with various small streaming lines cascading down its features and body, unfilled like the Lanes when Enforcers made their presence known. Though the darkness of the metal made it hard to determine certain features unless closely inspected, like the closed mouth.

The inside of the eyes was nothing more than a dark abyss, though he took note of the frames that were barely visible inside the hollowness. Perhaps a mimicking irises.

The limbs were lean yet welded with a thick and muscular robustness near the thighs and biceps, although the half a chunk of the arms seemed to be missing. Silco wondered for a moment how fitting rapid-fire weapons would look on this creation.

The hair, if he could call it that, was like an anchor reel, with the "braids" being four chain-like appendages with curved blades at the end of them.

He looked long and hard at it, his mind trying to make heads and tails of what and why.

Although when it came to the Doctor, there also came the indifference of leaving those questions unanswered and the mercy of not knowing. Though the reason behind the creation of such a thing wasn't worth the headache, Silco did find himself still standing there, observing the deactivated and motionless being.

There was something about it that was... off to Silco. Naturally he'd expect that by now when working with the Doctor, but there was a personal intrigue too. The thing was uncanny. It looked familiar and unfamiliar. Like it's supposed to be alive and moving, not inactive and still. A disturbing distortion of something real, with morbid beauty attached to it's contradictory state; like sleeping, and yet dead.

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

Silco broke his focus away from the slouching hunk of junk, glancing to the Doctor, who'd quietly crept beside him. Silco glanced from his secret observer's face to the research documents held in a folder tucked closed to his chest.

"You can take her, if you wish..." the Doctor permitted, licking his lips while ignoring how Silco raised a brow towards him, "I have a variant of Shimmer that acts as fuel for certain technologies. It still needs to be worked on, but it should work for her."

Silco turned back to the humanoid machination before him, thinking.

"I know how much you fancy your monsters," the Doctor commented, as he made his way towards the laboratory door, leaving Silco to reach a decision.

A monster, huh? Silco pondered over the comment, his eye tracing up and down the unnaturally smoothness and roughness of the machine, how frightening it could be for an enforcer to face such a machination. With a few minor modifications... it doesn't sound half bad.

And lastly a few picrews for A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore OC. That being the magnificent glory of Ress Bishop:

MARISSA "RESS" BISHOP