#harbinger of flames

[kurokid1412]

Hmmm, I don’t think I’ve drawn her smiling often.

One of the things Lisin used to be able to do: making these rainbow-colored flames.

She could manipulate the colors of her flames at will (as well as her tail being either a literal flame or a warm fluffy fox tail) and the colors are purely aesthetics. But, like Talene, she could independently control the temperature of her flames also at will.

[shirohimeko777]

Artist: phenylshark ( Twitter)

[doodlingwren]

I'd love to have something witty to say here, but I think this one post speaks for himself in a way no words could.

Originally, I wanted to do a "simple" redraw of a silly meme, I have no idea HOW it eneded up being a four pages comic. And WHY there's also a JOJO reference within of all things. So uhm, anyway...

✨ Sources and references ✨

The "Dilf Detected Comic" [original unedited comic, meme format, meme format if you want the rebloggable tumblr version]

The "Oh? You're Approaching Me?" panel from the manga JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders (chapter 143)

Hope you've liked the Aries™ Rizz©® ok bye

[py-dreamer]

Wild Robot LMK au

The Wild Robot but Lego Monkie kid.

The Wild Robot but Wukong is this giant stone golem created by Nuwa meant to be a heavenly guard or a weapon for the heavens.

The Wild Robot but stone Wukong before awakening falls to earth onto Flower fruit mountain and his main function is to protect. He spends his first waking hours trying to protect animals who find him weird, call him a monster, say he's keeping them captive and ripping him apart as he is prone to attack anything he perceives as a threat while trying to find something to protect.

The Wild Robot but in trying to climb a tree, Wukong unknowingly breaks a branch a monkey mother and her cubs were sleeping on, killing all but the runt of the family whom Wukong saves and is about to leave alone until the cub wakes up, calling the simian his father and imprinting on him.

The Wild Robot but Wukong finds a newfound purpose to protect this runt. But soon winter will come and the monkeys will need to climb to the highest peaks of the mountain to stay warm while the rest stay on the ground and now he needs to find a way to teach this cub to climb.

The Wild Robot but Wukong finds Macaque, a solitude loner who wants nothing to do with the odd duo until he finds he can exchange his intellect for protection from everything trying to kill him on the island.

The Wild Robot but slowly, it seems that the odd trio form a bond and the cub grows from a runt to a young adolescent who's an oddball from the rest but is compassionate and cares for his strange fathers nonetheless. Wukong at first finds the cub delicate, almost impossible to take care off but slowly adapts and finds little rewards in that.

The Wild Robot but Wukong at first gives the child a long lengthy title filled with grand promises of power and strength that he's known from protocol in how the celestials were named but comes to call the boy Xiaotian given that he fell from the sky.

The Wild Robot but every animal on the mountain looks down in disdain at the weird family except for a couple while Macaque fiercely doubles down to defend his family's friends' honor as the stone golem looks in confusion and disappointment.

The Wild Robot but as time passes the golem's body wears down, rough jagged edges meant to strike fear smooth down and are covered in wear, tear and moss while their home grows with even more mini paintings illustrating Xiaotian's growth.

The Wild Robot but the boy is no longer a boy and learns the truth of his family. He grows distant from his parents Wukong but the golem persists to help his son the cub regardless of his comparatively small size and weak arms to prepare him for the big climb.

The Wild Robot but during winter after Xiaotian and the rest of the monkeys leave, Macaque stays with Wukong and they gather the rest of the animals on the base of the mountain into their den to hibernate until spring. There they hold a truce and sleep in peace.

The Wild Robot but Xiaotian grows into his own, becoming the leader of the monkeys having a new perspective and other advantages the other simians don't have and comes down in spring to apologize to Wukong. That he realizes that by killing the rest of Xiaotian's birth family, he most likely saved him from being killed for being the runt.

The Wild Robot but heaven come back to retrieve their weapon but the animals defend their friendly giant and work together to prevent the destruction caused by the celestials from spreading.

The Wild Robot but Wukong gets captured anyway to study for how he'd changed protocol but Xiaotian learns from his dad the simian and climbs the clouds to infiltrate heaven to rescue him.

The Wild Robot but Xiaotian finds Wukong almost dead but after confessing how he misses his father, Wukong recognizes his son's voice and comes back. Together, the two leap from the heavens with Wukong holding his boy close to his chest, tucking him in like when he was small enough to fit in the golem's hand and shielding him from the impact and landing back on Flower fruit mountain to reunite with Macaque and complete their family.

(Can you tell I watched the Wild Robot recently?)

(also damn, I just basically made Monkey king reborn)

@furornocturna @furornocturna pssstttt I made another impromptu thingy. probably won't turn into anything though

[d-thwish]

let me put on a tin foil hat here for a minute. natlan is the nation of war and pyro and the quest for it is "incandescent ode of resurrection". this patch (4.6) has mentioned war (ei and yae talking about what if the "bigger war" happens) and resurrection through flames (clervie didn't come back to life but the spirit of her six year old self appeared due to arle's flames that killed her).

it kinda feels like they're alluding to someone possibly being resurrected or maybe even reincarnated...it could be what project stuzha is about?

[lovesickeros]

putting my thoughts under the cut in case people dont want to spoil themself on arle voicelines

currently obsessed with the view our current harbingers have of the Tsaritsa. both childe and arlecchino greatly respect her even if arlecchino is dubiously loyal to the Tsaritsa at best. they both talk about her as a figure who is gentle and compassionate, completely at odds with both the organization she allows to commit horrible acts (dottore. its a lot of dottore. he canonically took children from the hoth under the old knave if they were no longer considered "useful" and used as test subjects). shes described as someone with no love left for her people yet the harbingers we've heard talk about her never seem to describe her in such a manner. of course, childe mentions she had to harden herself to complete her goal, but he still notes that shes too gentle. the more we learn about her the more i want to meet her purely because she is contradictions all the way down and its great!!! taking whatever scraps i can get and its perfectly in line with my characterization too so i stay winning

[lonely-vault-boy]

Every squad must include:

White-haired leader daddy

Unhinged

Anger issues

Likes money

Blonde moth mommy

[aromanticasterisms]

yes yes arlecchino backstory sad lore interesting animation cool as hell but MOST IMPORTANTLY. signora and scara fatui coat LOOKS.

[pinkypastal]

If I had a nickel for everytime we met a fatui harbinger that symbolically had 3 identities

I'd have 3 nickels which is a lot consider we've met like 4-

[belaephemeral]

forever and always

Pairing: Signora x Reader (gender-neutral)

Word count: 1247

Summary: Even as someone of noble birth, you’ve only heard rumours of The Fair Lady - a dignified Harbinger with exceptional leadership abilities, overwhelming battle prowess and a dangerous, bewitching beauty. It is precisely because of her infamous reputation that becoming the appointed spouse of the Eighth of the Fatui Harbingers, at the request of the great Tsaritsa, is an order you’d dutifully carry out in every life this was given to you. 

From the fruits of your influential and noble upbringing and the years of climbing the social hierarchy and lingering amongst the elites of Snezhnaya, you have every right to be here. You have every right to bear your soul to the wills of the Fatui Harbingers. You have every right to stand alongside the infamous Crimson Witch of Flames as she transforms this mortal world and bends it to her will. 

Confined to a lavish estate, exclusively established for the partners of the Fatui Harbingers, you spend your time organising your assets and penning pages upon pages of diplomatic letters sealed in luxurious wax stamps, coming from numerous nations and from people of similar social standing. Hours, days and weeks are spent inscribing elegant signatures onto numerous contracts, sifting through a variety of business proposals offered by Snezhnayan officials, and remotely overseeing the Fatui’s Infantry Unit and calculating how to best optimise their abilities on the battlefield. It is in moments such as these that you are reminded of the benefits of enduring such harsh training in your youth and the many frivolous activities you needed to abstain from to mould you into the perfect heir of your family’s name. Because this title and this power that you hold is the sole reason you were chosen by the Tsaritsa. 

With such a strict regime implemented in your daily life, you never had time for love or other superficial ideas. Despite this, you were always captivated by the beauty of ceremonies, specifically the grandeur of the renowned events organised by the Fatui. You knew that once you matured into a person befitting the role of the successor of your family’s conglomerate, you would attend these prestigious occasions, not as a shadow of your parents, but as a representative, vying against other affluent individuals for just a brief moment of the Great Cryo Archon’s time. 

It is precisely because of the fierce competition and the difficulty to earn even a speck of the Tsaritsa’s attention, that you were astounded by her proposition. With an authoritative cadence that froze you in place and with a tone that felt like frost-bite against your skin, she announced how she selected you to assist in expanding the Fatui’s influence throughout Tevyat. However, it was what she proclaimed next that momentarily paralysed you: she had appointed you to become the marital partner of the Eighth of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, La Signora. 

The ceremony was conducted in an opulent hall, adorned with palatial gilded gold embellishments, accentuated with rows of grand pillars and illuminated by a grandiose crystal chandelier, which cast glittering specks of light across the walls and shimmered down onto many people below. Even if you had sealed your being off from the pleasures of adoration or intimacy, you curse yourself for not investing more time in preparing for the moment Signora glides down the crimson velvet aisle, speckled with carmine rose petals and threaded with fine golden thread that sprawls into fine and exquisite designs beneath your feet. You wish you were more prepared for the moment the resounding organ and the mellifluous violins announce her arrival by your side and the way she deftly and dextrously intertwines her pale hands into yours. You’re nervous, ridiculously so. Although the audience may not perceive how your breath hitches and your fingers slightly tremble, on the inside, you flail and for once, your countless lessons in diplomacy are inadequate in dealing with the way her aura captivates you, placing you under her hold and making your heart race. 

From the corner of your eye, crimson painted lips pull into the slightest smirk, that lingers as she turns to face you. Signora is breath-takingly astounding as her elegant figure is draped in luxurious silks that is of the same ivory white as the snowflakes that descend outside of the stained-glass windows, the gown is beaded with intricate vermillion flowers that bloom across her bust and sprawl down the train of the dress, and the sheer tulle rests daintily across the expanse of her shoulders and down the length of her arms. The teasing look calms the various thoughts running through your mind and it reignites the dignified manner you’ve always performed in from the previous wave of worry. 

Grounding yourself, you confidently push the diamond encrusted gold band onto her slender ring finger. Under the light of the chandelier and the glow of candles in antique candelabras, your rings glimmer and your heart is set alight as you lean into each other, closing the distance between you two until there isn’t any left. Closer, closer, until your lips meet hers like a gentle ocean wave crashing onto a shore. Like they’re opposite poles of a magnet, undeniably attracted as you are both inevitably pulled together, where you suddenly feel like you’ve always meant to be. Her touch is like a chilling whisper against your skin. As her vermillion lipstick ghosts where your lips met, you hope you’ve engraved your absolute devotion and loyalty into her as much as she’s ignited an overwhelming flame of passion in your being.

Signora is a distant lover. Such is expected of an indispensable leader within the Fatui and a valuable member endowed with great strength and control over her powerful Pyro abilities. You knew that you would never be her first priority. After all, you faithfully believe in the Cryo Archon’s plans and you understand how Signora is best suited to carry out these duties - the quality of her work unfailingly of a high calibre and flawlessly completed with her distinct sophistication and elegance. 

Throughout your time on the estate, you’ve heard the tales from surreptitious whispers within the grand halls and the stories of her life before her time as a Harbinger. The many remarks and anecdotes that circulated around the manor became an interwoven narrative that revealed a side to the Eighth of the Fatui Harbingers that you were personally not aware of. Before she shed her mortal coil to pursue the new identity she’s burned into the minds of friend or foe, the identity she’s extinguished in favour of her distinctly cold, manipulative and deceptive facade. She appears only as a fleeting shadow in the estate, leaving remnants of her perfume lingering in the boardroom, a flicker of moths that flutter past the bedroom balcony and a small present on the vanity. She’s distant but leaves curt messages. She’s rarely around but if you read between the scripture of immaculate handwriting, you can see the traces of love that she claims she’s extinguished from the depths of her heart. The affectionate affirmations she thought disappeared after Rostam perished. The subtle yet gentle longing in her being that she had sworn of years ago. But maybe this time, she’ll reveal a bit more of the Rosalyn she’s buried within her fiery aggression, her exquisite demeanour and the hubris that consumes her being.

But maybe, next time, she’ll stay in the estate a little longer to catch a glimpse of your face or embrace the warmth of your aura just as she did at your selection ceremony many years ago.

However, as she stands face to face with the almighty Raiden Shogun, defeated, weakened and yet with a determined resolve that’s yet to be extinguished with the flames that surge on within her, she realises. She understands that may never become close to another as she had with Rostam. She would not bask in the radiance of another’s presence or dive into the depths of intimacy as she once had.

Though, she hopes that one day she’ll have a chance.

One day, she’ll unravel the bindings and quell the embers that guard her heart, to let you in and reveal her true affections.

She can only desire that one day is in another life as Raiden Shogun’s blade descends onto her form. An overwhelming darkness swathes her vision but all she can think about is how she could have held you once more. All she can think about is her regret at not telling you her true feelings. One thought at the forefront of her mind, before she is consumed by the raging fire, is that she regrets not telling you she loved you once last time.

[cosmichawk]

some harbingers with facial scars

[kurokid1412]

Oho, let’s gooo ✨

Of course, she and Dionel go way way back, hehehe. (thanks to @meepinmeat for letting me know Dionel actually became Celestial during the war, but since this part of the headcanon is different, I think I can make bits of changes along with it)

Whenever Lisin felt a little upset or stressed, Dionel being a good friend (and a tease) he was (and still is), made sure she’d have her frown upside down. Like he teased her just as how to this day he teases Talene in that one Mystical House interaction, pfff.

… Not as canon-compliant as I thought I could make Lisin’s backstory be, but I’ve also gone a tad too deep into this whole situation to turn back now, ough.

[genshinincorrectquotes]

Signora: Thanks to your little gesture, she actually believes that the earth is full of people who, deep down, are filled with kindness and caring!

Scaramouche: Well that’s absurd. People are bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling.

Signora: Exactly!

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

Saoirse, Champion of Soul

Regrowth AU vs Flourish AU

Revenant (Vindicator) -> Guardian (Firebrand)

What if one choice could change the world? What if when you looked into the mirror of time, you could not recognize the face on the other side? She could have been the hero. She could have saved the world.

She could have been one of a set of three. But this is not that world.

In one reflection, she would burn as brightly as the flames she wielded, a Guardian, a protector of any who needed her shield and blazing, furious power. Where darkness stirred, she would bring the light. And so she would be chosen by the winding paths of fate, and become so much more than a Champion of the Pale Tree; one day, she would fight alongside Aurene. The light they shared would bring hope to Tyria when all seemed lost. Not even the deepest, darkest nightmare could stand before the shine that comes from within.

Yet, in the other, pain and loss would turn her flames caustic and sharp, fueled by a raw power that not even the finest technology could contain. This would be the Saoirse who knows only how to run-- to charge forward into calamity, and leap from the ashes her choices leave behind. The blades that should bring hope would instead herald a darkness so much greater and more terrible than her. She, too, would be chosen by an Elder Dragon-- for better and for worse. A shining beacon, stifled into the deepest shadow.

Yet no matter her history, one constant remains.

The three will meet again... And they will change the world.

[kaerinio]

no, because george is sick for lining quentyn and young griff up together, and putting "the sun's son" and "the mummer's dragon" right next to each other. because in both cases, they occupy this duality. quentyn is literally the sun's son, but his targaryen ancestry and his play at being a dragontamer makes him a mummer's dragon. and, young griff could be the sun's son through elia martell if his alleged identity as prince aegon is true, but it's more likely that he is, in fact, the mummer's dragon, as hinted by illyrio himself. smth smth blackfyre and women's bloodlines . . . which would also play into the significance of targaryen descended women smth smth.

[lwieserce]

The streets are saying my queen is going to get 'reincarnated' and as much as i am afraid of how hyv is going to handle it and don't want them to fuck up her character even further . .. . It'd be such an own towards the insufferable playerbase that hasn't grown tired of the unfunny ash jokes after 2 years......