#it could be interesting. a creature born of magic made of magic things who can't wield it themselves.

[boyheros]

I've said it once I've said it a thousand times I wish we got more grimwalker time. like I wish we got more everything time but you know me. the clone guy. anyways as someone with non-golden guard grimwalker OCS it's a little difficult because. we never find out whether Hunter's lack of magic stems from grimwalker-ness or being a clone of a human? like either is plausible I think. humans don't have bile sacs so it could be that. But also humans don't have pointed ears and hunter most definitely does, so we may be able to assume that's a grimwaker trait: even if the ortet species is one way some other grim-traits could bleed through. which makes me think his lack of magic could also be a grimwalker thing. like sure he's made up of a bunch of magical materials but I think that magic goes towards making him alive, not for casting. he has a galdorstone for a heart, of course there's no bile sac attached to it. If grimwalkers could be capable of using the stone for magic (besides illusions, I guess) then theres no reason him being a human clone should affect that? he has the stone. if it could be used to do magic then it would be, irregardless of the bile sac status of the ortet. in my opinion.

[hereforreadandwrite]

Chapter One

Masterlist

You were not a mortal like the others. Thanks to your abilities, you had become the protector of the lands of Midgard. You knew every corner, every inhabitant, every magical creature and other that there was in this Kingdoms. She was also known in all the other Kingdoms. You loved to fly. It was a feeling of ultimate freedom. You loved visiting Mimir and Sigrun in Asgard. You considered them your parents. Mimir had taught you his knowledge and Sigrun had taught you how to fight.

You had a happy life overall even if there was a dark spot on this idyllic picture.

Odin was interested in your intelligence, your secrets. He had become obsessed with this creature. You had the appearance of a young woman who had just reached adulthood, but your aging was much slower than normal, you had long (Y/H/C) slightly curled hair that reached to your shoulders, your (Y/E/C) eyes sparkling with life, full lips, you weren't very tall, but what was really intriguing was your immense black wings like darkness which made your size and that you could become a nightmare being when you wanted to scare your enemies. You were a divine creature, that he dreamed of having. He dreamed of dissecting you to know everything about you.

How were you born with wings?

How could you stay young for so long?

How can you take your nightmare form to scare your enemies?

Seeing that Odin was becoming more and more obsessed with you, Mimir and Sigrun asked you not to go to Asgard anymore, for fear that the Allfather would come after you. You were saddened by this request, but you obeyed. You had returned to Midgard, your Homeland, and you had not returned to Asgard. Odin became mad with rage. Upon learning that Mimir and Sigrun were responsible, he decided to punish them. He imprisoned Mimir in a tree on the top of a mountain, far from civilization, and cursed Sigrun and the other Valkyries. But that wasn't the only thing Odin did. He found you in Midgard. He had seen you take care of Jormungandr. To trap you, he took the appearance of Mimir. You had let your guard down. You were happy to see your adoptive father again after all this time. To celebrate your reunion, "Mimir" you had offered a Mead verse, but Odin had slipped in a drug powerful enough to keep you asleep. When you came to your senses, you felt that something was wrong. your back hurt excruciatingly. Dread filled you as you ran your hand down your back.

Your wings were no longer there.

That night, your cry of despair was heard throughout Midgard.

Because of Odin's obsession, you lost your parents, the Valkyries and your wings. You were alone and filled with sadness. You had left your human form behind, leaving only your nightmarish form visible, scaring away all people and creatures who tried to approach you. In your sadness, you had taken up residence in the council of Valkyries. You had discovered a breach where your adoptive mother was sealed. So you stayed there, protected your mother against anything and anyone who dared to set foot in your living space. But that didn't stop the God of War: Tyr himself from coming to meet you.

“You’re not welcome here, especially your kind,” you said through gritted teeth. “Go away before one of us gets hurt.”

“(Y/N)... what happened to you?” Tyr asked, saddened by seeing your pitiful state.

"You know what happened to me! Everyone knows what happened!" you yelled, turning towards Tyr and slowly moving closer to him. "Odin. Your bastard father tricked me and took everything I had! My father! My mother! My family! My wings! He took everything from me! Look at that! This is what's left of my mother. The Valkyries... have been sealed away... I don't know where or what happened to my father."

"You can't stay here, (Y/N). It's... unhealthy for you to live here, next to this breach."

“I’m protecting my mother,” you said, returning to the gap. “Go back to your father Tyr. And leave me to my sorrow.”

"The (Y/N) I knew would never have felt sorry for herself. She would have found a way to find her parents and her wings."

"Ah! I forgot about your sense of humor Tyr," you said, turning to the Norse God of War. "But I'm not suicidal. Remember, we're talking about your father. The Allfather. The one who knows everything and has mastered many techniques. Do you think I'm that stupid? Do you seriously think I could undo his curses? You think I haven't tried?! I tried everything to free my mother, but... there's nothing I can do. I don't know where the other Valkyries are locked up. I don't know what I should to do. I became... powerless."

You sat on one of the many thrones of the Valkyries, biting your lip, holding back tears. You were helpless. There was nothing you couldn't do to save your parents and the Valkyries. Tyr moved closer, sitting on the ground, facing you. He ran his fingers over your forehead, brushing a strand of greasy hair out of your eyes. How long have you been waiting here? How long have you been fighting those who had the misfortune to approach the breach? You no longer looked like the smiling, lively girl Tyr saw training with the Valkyries. He had seen you flying many times in the skies of Asgard and Midgard. Tyr sighed, running his fingers over your cheek.

"You must not be left alone with this sadness. Mimir and Sigrun would like you to continue living. They would not want you to stay here waiting for death to come and get you."

“How?”

"Come with me. I can help you. If you want, of course." Tyr stood up, extending his hand towards you.

You looked at the gap one last time before looking at Tyr. You placed your hand in his, accepting his offer. You rose from the throne, following the God Aesir outside the council of Valkyries. Tyr had taken you to safety. Where he was sure Odin wouldn't find you. He helped you build a house on the mountainside. He installed a magical barrier to protect you from Odin's evil eyes. It would come as no surprise that the Allfather spent his time observing your despair. Tire was sure to build you a sufficiently comfortable house. He had done everything alone. You stayed in your corner, brooding. Guilty for having abandoned the one who saved and educated you. Tyr had been patient with you. He didn't complain when he finished building your house and the furniture. He hadn't complained when you just laid back in the bed, not moving an inch.

Anger had given way to sadness.

Tyr had stayed with you, making sure you ate well and that you left the bed and the house for a bit. He had installed a five kilometer protective fence to allow you to go out a little and hunt in the woods.

“I understand your pain, (Y/N). More than you think,” Tyr said as he walked through the forest, alongside you. "You'll get through it. But for that, you also have to put in the work. It's not healthy to lie down all day either."

"To do what?" you asked resignedly. "I always trained with the Valkyries or father taught me his wisdom. Other than waiting for the norns to free me from this suffering, I have nothing to do."

"It's wrong!" Tyr exclaimed, glaring at you harshly. "You are the daughter of the Queen of the Valkyries and the smartest man of this Nine Kingdoms could bear! You were trained by the Valkyries! They would be ashamed to know what you have become!"

You felt your heart tighten upon hearing his words. Would your family be ashamed of what you have become? You leaned against a tree, sliding down the trunk, sitting on the ground. Tyr sighed, kneeling in front of you.

"Forgive me for raising my voice. But you can't let Odin win. You have to show otherwise. Take charge of your life. Even though he took away your wings, you are still capable of fighting back. fight, to be diplomatic. You are smarter than Odin. What he wanted by doing this to you was to see your reaction, to see what you were capable of doing when you were in the grip of despair ,” he said, taking your face in his hands. "This is all just a perverse game for him. A game that you are capable of winning. You are strong."

"Me? Strong?"

"Yes, you always were. You just forgot. I want to help you. But for that, you have to let me help you," he said, wiping a tear from your cheek. "Do not succumb to despair as Odin wishes."

"I... I don't know if I'm still capable of fighting. I... my mother and the Valkyries... I... I haven't finished my training. My father always had things to teach me.”

“I'm not saying I'm as good as the Valkyries or Mimir, but with my travels, I can teach you some things,” Tyr announced, letting go of your face. "Now you're going to get back up and become even better. You better be ready. I'm not going to let you down."

Tyr kept his word. The months in Midgard were punctuated by training. The God of War made you leave your bed at dawn to do yoga or tai chi. According to him, it allowed him to clear his mind and rethink his priorities. After that, he trained you in combat. Even though Tyr was peaceful, he wasn't the God of War for nothing. He had learned many things from his travels. The first fight was tough. You never thought you would be so exhausted and in pain. Every muscle in your body hurt so bad and the punch he delivered to your stomach had made you give up your meal. After that, you couldn't move. Tyr had to carry you back. You sighed, laying down on the ground, staring up at the sky. The Sun was setting, tinting the sky orange and pink. Tyr made his weapons disappear before sitting down beside you.

"You have made enormous progress in such a short time. This shows the training of Sigrun and your aunts," praised Tyr who was as out of breath as you.

“Thank...I guess,” you said, sitting up.

“I mean it,” Tyr replied, glaring at you. “You look better like this.”

"How so?"

"Haven't you noticed that you no longer have your nightmare form?"

You took out your sword, observing your reflection in the blade, seeing that Tyr was not wrong. You had your human form again. You ran your hand over your cheek putting your sword away.

“That’s a good thing,” Tyr said, smiling at you. “You’re taking back control.”

"But then... if I regain control. Does that mean it's over?" you asked, wrapping your arms around your legs. “Will you leave me alone?”

“In all honesty,” he began, moving closer to you. “Once we’re near you, it’s hard to let go of your presence.”

Following this confession, you blushed. You stood up abruptly, exclaiming that you were coming home first. You were in the house, slamming the door so Tyr would stay outside. You remained leaning against the door, not knowing what to do or think about this confession. Was it difficult for him to get rid of your presence? What did that mean? Why would Tyr say such a thing? It didn't make any sense. You jumped when you heard the God Aesir knocking on the door, asking to come in so you could discuss what he had just told you, but you were afraid to open the door. You were afraid of what Tyr might say or do. You weren't stupid, but with all the training and teaching you received, you never had time to be interested in men. Especially because of Odin's unhealthy and obnoxious behavior from his other sons and grandchildren.

"(Y/N)? Will you let me in?" Tyr asked, knocking on the door again.

"I...I can't do this!" you exclaimed, leaning against the door. "I... something is going to happen! I don't want anything to happen!"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry for putting you through this embarrassment. I...what I meant was..."

"No! Shut up!"

Silence fell, you slid along the door, sitting on the floor. You buried your face in your arms, thinking about Tyr's words. You had lost everyone you loved. Were you willing to risk losing someone else? Were you ready to hear his words?

"You don't have to let me in, but know that it's not just empty words. I...I greatly enjoy your company. When you left Asgard, I looked for you. I was... I had to find you. I had to know that you were okay. I had to see with my own eyes that you were alive. I was... happy and relieved when I I saw the council of the Valkyries. I... I was ready to return the Nine Realms to be able to find you. I always appreciated your presence. I always appreciated our discussions. I enjoyed observing your training with the Valkyries. When you fought, you did it with such fervor that no one could look away. Once they see you, it's hard to look away."

You felt like your face was on fire. Why did Tyr have to tell you such things? You raised your head, looking at the door uncertainly. Should you open the door for him? But you knew that if you opened the door, it was going to be a point of no return. You stood up, staring at the door. You took a deep breath, grabbing the handle. You took a deep breath, opening the door.

A voice in your head told you it was a mistake to allow Tyr inside. She told you it was a mistake when he kissed you. She told you it was a mistake when he undressed you to make love to you.

You had decided to ignore that voice and allow Tyr to touch you like he did. You could still feel his warm hands caressing your body. You allowed him to love you and you allowed yourself to love him back.

You wanted to be happy and you were. You were happy with Tyr. You were happy when he proposed to you. Tyr managed to make your discomfort disappear. This joy has lasted several winters, until this day. One night, you woke up to find your husband standing in the wide open doorway. Tyr watched the wind blow fiercely and the rain crash onto the ground.

“Tyr,” you called, sitting up.

“This storm does not bode well,” Tyr said without turning his attention from the garden. "What do I have to do?"

You wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, leaving the warm bed to move closer to your husband. Tyr was taken out of his thoughts. He placed his golden eyes on your person. His stern expression softened when he saw you. He ran his hand over your cheek.

"I'll have to go to Asgard," Tyr announced.

"Asgard? Why would you go there?" you asked, feeling terror overcome you.

Why would Tyr want to return to Asgard? It was suicide. Odin was probably waiting for this moment to attack him. You shook your head, walking away from your husband. Tyr sighed, closing the door behind him, moving closer to you.

“(Y/N)…”

"This is what Odin is waiting for. He is waiting for you to come back so he can trap you!" you exclaimed, looking at him in horror. "He's already taken my wings, my parents and the Valkyries. If I lose you too, I... I don't know if I can handle it."

You sat on the bed, unable to imagine a world without Tyr. The God of War Aesir was all you had left in his Nine Realms. He had saved you. He had stopped you from falling into madness. If Odin were to take it away from you, you didn't know what you would be capable of against yourself or against Midgard. Tyr came to settle at your side. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you against him. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before pressing his cheek to it.

"I already told you: once we are near you, it is difficult to get rid of your presence. And besides, what kind of husband would I be if I abandoned my wife?"

“The kind of husband who will be chased by his wife so that she can kill him with her own hands,” you said, looking severely at Tyr who was smiling, laughing slightly.

“I don’t doubt it,” he replied, resting his forehead on yours. "I promise I'll come back to you, (Y/N). I'll only be gone for a few days."

It was all a lie.

Tyr never came back to you.

You waited. A moon passed, then two, then three and so on. Yet you continued to wait for him, crying in your bed, becoming cold from his absence. It took you three winters to realize that Odin probably didn't let him leave Asgard alive. The Allfather had succeeded. He had taken your beloved husband from you.

[ziperacethesentimentpuppet]

MLP OC, I wanted to Write a Fanfiction about them but...

I'm not sure if I could make an Entertaining Story for me and other Creatures will Enjoy.

I Could decide which Pose looks better in the "APPEARANCE" Section of the Template, so I put Both of them Instead 😄

Here's a Bunch of Random Poses of "Mellow Glow" he's/She's/Their Adorable!

If I actually made a Story about my OC, it would be called...

And the Story will be about a Autism Woman who is just Minding their own Business doing their Usual Activities.

And than Boom!

Out of Nowhere a Enity Asked her if she is interested to be Reincarnated in MLP?

Since they are Bored and wants to see what they would do if they ever get into their own Verizon of MLP.

Bad News they can't Choose their own Species and Appearance, but the Good news is they will have an Overpowered Mary Poppins Pouch and no Creature should be able to Steal it at all.

And they will be set in the Timeline at

"My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Season 9 Episode 25"

Also the "New Generation" will never happen in this MLP Dimension they are being Reincarnated in, and it has "Tails of Equestria" in it also and a few MLP Comics.

After being Reincarnated into the MLP World, she was Hoping to be Born as a Bipedalism Creature like a Dimond Dog, Dragon, Minotaur or any Anthro Creatures that Exist in the MLP Universe.

But NOPE!

They are Born as a Pegasi and she basically looks like Cozy Glows Twin with the Opposite Color Pallet and Gender.

Hopefully it won't cause any Problems for her, since she absolutely does not want to Deal with any Drama.

Good Thing the Enity was actually Responsible and didn't sent her into a Bucking Everfree Forest or any Dangerous Locations.

That means she has time to Plan out their Fake Backstory and getting used to their New Body.

SUMMARY

ARE YOU BUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!

WHY DO I LOOK LIKE COZY GLOW'S TWIN BROTHER???

Oh Well...

As Long as i can Enjoy my New Life, I'll be Happy 😊

But Damb it feels...

Kinda Wrong being in the Wrong Gender...

Is this what Trans People feel like? Because it does not Feel good at all.

And HOW THE BUCK AM I GONNA PICK UP STUFF???

I DON'T HAVE FINGERS OR CLAWS!!!!

Mellow Glow's Pet Spider

[arvale-artist]

Y E A R 0 & The First Hero.

We are approaching The Year 0 A.D. (After Dragons) and with it, a calamity Entoque will remember for millennia to come: The Fall of The Great City Arhaeldem.

Alright, so you want answers I assume? Well, this is a tale from an old RPG from 2004. Which you can play fo free, if you have a PC. If not, here's a (and the only) Let's Play of it. A lot of the things seen here are explained in my little Blynt Lore Post, if you just want to have only a brief look into the story! Have fun exploring Arvale in any way. So it may not cease to exist.

[Silk] » As the story goes, Kryphen was just a poor child that lived when this was just a small village. His mother was constantly working to support the family because his father died while he was young. Kryphen was always toying with small inventions and trying to improve life of his family and village. One day, he befriended a Dragon and learned what magic arts he could but soon became jelous of the Dragon and couldn't comprehend why it was gifted with these powers while he had to struggle to survive. He began asking questions like, 'Why aren't we gifted with these powers? Why do we have to beg for it of these beasts? Why can't we control our own destinies without relying on these... demons?' He then betrayed the Dragon during a magic lesson by reversing it's own magic onto itself, putting it in a stupefied sleep. He then studied the Dragon and found that all magic powers could be extracted from it and bottled for anyone to use. Thinking he could finally improve the lives of his village. When asked about the Dragon, Kryphen lied to his family and friends. Telling them the Dragon had gone away to teach magic to another part of the world. To further the lie and grow in power, he began searching the world to study and deceive the other Dragons... and ... well... the rest is history. «

Now... I took some (a lot) of creative liberties with this comic, arright... This comic is based on events that happened in the game, but are never directly shown. Dragons started attacking Arhaeldem, and it was never specified who that dragon who shot ice from it's claws was, I just made it the same dragon that Kryphen 'befriended'. (You can actually see the Dragon trying to mutter his name when Tsilon pins him down in a short moment of somewhat clarity!) Why? because I thought it would be neat and make an interesting comic/story. And it wouldn't be impossible for it to have happened. I based this dragon's design of one of the game's sprites for one that we can see in the intro:

I chose the blue version of this sprite because it would make sense for the dragon using ice magic to be water coloured. Dragons started attacking Arhaeldem, and Tsilon as it's guardian has to defend his city. And... I always wondered how terrible and confusing that must have been for him, to have to fight and most likely kill his own kind. Dragons are not meant to be vicious creatures.

The intro is mostly Sorcynth propaganda... (Sorcynth = Kryphen's Potion Comapny) but I don't think these parts are untrue:

»Long ago, when the world of Arvale was born, the Gods created Dragons and bestowed them with the gift of magic. The Dragons were entrusted with this power to watch over the world and keep it in relative harmony. [...] When Humans and Dragons met, they quickly found a mutual understanding of each other and lived together peacefully. The Dragons began instructing the Humans in the ways of magic, to see what Humans could accomplish.«

Judging by Tsilon's immense friendliness/fondness of humans, like... he built a human city with his human friend, and befriended more humans, teaches them magic, protects them, and when he is about to go mad again he begs to be killed, even if that results in a world without magic, so people will not die. And judging by how absolutely non-hostile and chill the other dragons are we meet in the game... It's probably safe to assume that this part of the intro is true. Tsilon has likely been around a long time. Maybe even since the beginning of dragonkind. He knows that he and the others are creatures of harmony... and to see his own kind turn into vile beasts like that.. well, that must have been quite shocking. How does this happen? Kryphen has found a way to overwrite a person's will/ mind with potions. The one he makes for the dragons turns them into the type of evil beasts we know from our own classic fairytales. Some of it was put into Tsilon's food on one faithful day... » EAT THE HUMAN FLESH « and » ALL MORTALS SHALL NOT LIVE WITH DRAGONS « are quotes taken directly from Mad Tsilon. I gave the poisoned Dragons these golden eyes with narrow pupils to indicated they are under the effects of the potion. I got this idea from old concept art where Tsilon is portrayed with these eyes instead of his usual pale ones and seems to act uncharacteristically hostile + all the Sorcynth machines emmit a orange-yellow glow...

[Tsilon] » Grrr..... They're draining all my energy..... and ... injecting me with .. DIE... something that makes me... lose my .. ..my .. sooo HUNGRY!!! ... EAT THE HUMAN FLESH!! Grrr ... Makes me... lllllll---- «

The magic Tsilon is portrayed using here is one you can actually see him use in the game:

In the good ending, we see Tsilon in front of Arhaeldem's entrance. What's left of it, anyways. Just like 2000 years ago. I wonder what he could be thinking about...

And of course, I want you to remember, this is fanwork. I am trying my best to portray these characters accurately, but I can only make edjucated guesses how they act and what they could be saying. In the end I am not ��Jaybot7. (The guy who wrote (and composed) (and leveldesigned) the entire story/game).

[embras-grace]

It's time to rant about my human in Palia: Ori Tian

He is awful and I love him. You can learn more about my human under the cut! This information is not spoiler free as his character changes over time as we learn more about the world.

Ori Tian || He/Him They/Them || 29-30 || The Watcher

Ori's history makes more sense with a few key points (some of which are spoilers you learn when talking to folks/exploring the world):

Kilima was built on the ruins of an ancient human school (I think of it as a university)

The ruins were where humans were forced to go by the human king (the Fire Temple lore) where it seems they were getting more and more ridiculous orders. I consider this to be when humanity's downfall was fast approaching.

The disaster that killed the humans was not just Flow (which I see as a global warming metaphor) but also an attack from Shadow Creatures (the Library you unlock with Jina).

The human downfall took hundreds if not thousands of years until they finally died out. They didn't go out with a bang, but with a painful whimper.

All humans have innate magical abilities. Some humans spend their whole lives learning how to tap into them, others are born with a close connection.

--

Human Life

Ori was a professor at the university and the dean of the humanities department which happened to be part of the school's administration. Their specialty was ethics and mortality, especially when it came to magic and Flow. They helped students organize various clubs and organizations inside the school, as well as supporting them during walk-outs or demonstrations against the king for trying to force people into "safety areas" to "wait out the danger" instead of facing the problem head on and cleaning up the mess humans had made that was destroying their world.

To students, Ori was known as the laid-back professor who was easy to talk to, but who wasn't afraid to talk back and be firm when needed. His tests were hell on earth but his classes were fun to those interested in a good-natured debate of philosophical principles and theories. He took it easy, but he took it.

To fellow professors and adults, Ori was a belligerent and sometimes down-right rude person. He had no problem calling people out for acting immature or acting ridiculous given certain circumstance (despite being hypocritical at times as a very hyper person themselves). The amount of fist-fights Ori has gotten into in university board meetings was too many too count.

He was outspoken against the king and didn't bother to hide his politics, which put them in a lot of danger. But Ori had one special thing that kept them safe from a great majority of threats: magic.

Ori was born with a natural affinity for fire magic and his anger could become explosive (literally). His flames were hot enough to melt iron and--when incredibly agitated--he could make anything he touched spontaneously combust. Yet this natural affinity came with a strict control he tried to keep tamped down... except when he couldn't in arguments. Fire brimming at the edges of his clothes (they never really caught on fire--clothes are expensive!) and his hair becoming bright flames. It's no wonder he was considered one of Embra's chosen.

On top of being a professor, a dean, and an activist Ori also managed the Phoenix Shrine. He was the primary caretaker, although he was as close to secular as someone could get in Palia. Is Embra real? Yes. Is she a goddess? Sure, why not. Does that mean you can't argue with her and have to accept everything she says or does? No fucking way!!! Ori is whatever the equivalent of a Jew is in Palia and he is very proud of his heritage, traditions, and beliefs.

His best friend was a kitsuu who followed him around the university and joined him on a lot of his routines for the temple. They could never be separated, his friend bringing him gifts from the natural world and Ori returning the favor with food and shiny things. His other close friend was Einar--who remembers Ori and what Ori did when he died.

Ori's death happened when the Shadow Creatures attacked the school. Many had already been moved to the temples, but Ori had stayed outside to protect the students that didn't want to go yet. When the evacuation order came to get everyone to safety, Ori was left at what is now known as the Mirror Pond Ruins.

When the last students were fleeing into the library--unable to get to the Water Ruins, Ori stood as the last guard to buy them time to lock the door. His magic was always explosive and he gave the Shadow Creatures the best show he could: he immolated himself in a massive explosion to protect the students he swore to protect. Taking out any Shadow Creatures in the nearby vicinity.

The only thing left behind was a pendant.

--

Kilima Life

Ori doesn't remember anything after being reincarnated. At first when he woke up Jina had to walk him through a lot of things, but slowly some stuff started coming back to him. His traditions, his knowledge of what he once studied, his love of researching, his hatred of authoritarian governments and anyone that bans or burns books, and intolerance for adults acting like immature brats.

He's slowly remembering some recipes he used to cook (thanks to Reth's help), other human languages he learned, more about life for humans, but a lot of it is very fuzzy and comes back slowly.

Still, though, he doesn't recognize the kitsuu who had great fun trying to get his attention with the help of Tau and can't comprehend why they keep little him little presents every day... and he doesn't remember his old friend Einar. Maybe it'll come back eventually, but there is one thing he is starting to remember...

Magic.

And he won't let the Order take it from him.

[and-a-pidgey-in-a-wepear-tree]

good [insert time of day here] i realised i never thought to ask you amid my delight of you being the most interactive follower i have that isnt an irl friend do YOU have ocs or blorbos. i wish to know. for reasons.

OH hello yes thank you for asking!!! I have several OCs but most of the time I simply Do Not Explain on here; I have lots of ideas and doodles but I make it mostly for myself and don't think to share — doesn't mean I don't want to tho! exhibit A: this absolutely massive post I'm about to make lmao. putting it under a read more bc Oh Boy, the floodgates have been opened

most of my OCs are for two different projects I have: The Visitors and my D&D Dark Star Campaign.

The Visitors is just a lil worldbuilding project I've been chewing on for.... oh wow, over a decade at this point??? I love all the OCs I have in there very very much, but they're definitely never intended to go in an actual story, I just enjoy the speculative biology and character / world building process.

Val is one of my oldest OCs, and she's changed SO MUCH over the years! nowadays, she's a sort of insect/dinosaur mashup alien who uses gravity warping magic and a very large axe to hunt demons. a huge issue for magic users of her species is keeping cool, as magic generates heat and can literally cook you from the inside out, so you'll notice the multiple vent-like spiracles across her body for this purpose. she was born blind and so relies heavily on her best friend, Django, to be her eyes and keep her safe. fortunately, Django has Too Many Eyes. he's a dragon genetically engineered by those in Val's species to be the perfect vessel for storing and releasing massive amounts of mirror-based magic. this kind of magic gives him many abilities, including seeing around corners, creating illusions, or multiplying attacks when applied in different ways, and he acts as Val's seeing-eye dragon. in battle, she likes to get up in the action while he holds back and gives her cues on what's happening, only jumping in himself if she's in major trouble. she's very friendly and excitable, and loves to get into the culture of whatever planet they're visiting, while he's more interested in observing and snooping. there's a lot of espionage and hijinks.

these are some of my most recent sketches of them, tho I'm sure the designs will changes in the future. specific colors don't matter at all, it's all about vibes! not pictured in the halfway colored one is Val's big iridescent black cape thing that has a slit down the middle for her rigid tail, nor her weird arms since I wanted to figure out where the torso vents could go.

Duke is another Visitor who visits planets and solves problems, but his path to get there was a whole lot different! I made him up as a coping mechanism when I was 12, and I'm still very fond of him.

he started life as a human video game speedrunner and modder prodigy. in a "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" situation, a devil (very distinct from demons!) struck a deal with him, challenging his gaming abilities with his soul as the stakes. he won despite the devil's cheating, but that's where the resemblance to the song ends. in this world, a devil winning your soul allows them to fuse with you and gain total control over your body, mind, and actions; but if YOU win, the control is reversed! and like any 14 year old who suddenly has the power to rival minor gods and a chaotic creature living in their head.... he goes off the rails for a while. Val and Django eventually find him and help him cope. his powers include electricity, glitching reality, flailing his glaive around, and being a menace to evil overlords.

you can't see it very well in this picture, but his eyes and the segments between his tail glow lime green! I'm not a fan of drawing clothes, but in my head he's relatively fashionable for a teenager and refuses to wear anything other than black. also, he decided to tell me he was trans a couple years ago, thanks for letting me know buddy 😂

my other project does actually get to see the light of day, if very slowly — I'm running a homebrew D&D campaign for my irl friends called the Dark Star Campaign! none of em use tumblr so WHEEEE I get to post all the spoilers I want! there's a kinda staggering amount of lore behind it and a ton of minor OCs, but the two I rotate in my head the most are Anya the Timekeeper and The Master, aka Armageddon.

Anya the Timekeeper is a chronomancy lich from an alternate universe! she used to help Armageddon travel the multiverse and gain power, but she's decided she's tired of being evil, and now hides in a mansion on a tropical island where she breeds dinosaurs for fun. though she's now very determined to help the party, they'll eventually have to kill her past self to prevent a paradox. her familiar is a little archaeopteryx named Trix who steals hats!

(I commissioned this art from @/goodlouse a while ago! highly recommend checking out his blog!!)

Armageddon is the BBEG and he's SO EVIL and SO MUCH FUN. he's an ancient amethyst dragon who, up until a while before the campaign's beginning, was steadily finding alternate universe versions of himself, killing them, and eating their souls to gain Unlimited Power™. unfortunately, his partner in time (hah) Anya told him to fuck off, so the quest for Unlimited Power™ has been kinda slow lately. fortunately, a D&D campaign started, and he cheated his way into existing at the players' table as The Master! my players can ask to talk to him sometimes, and I'll put on a mask of his head I made specifically for this purpose — very useful for not breaking character when the character is supposed to literally be the one sitting at the table talking to the players. I don't try to hide the fact that he's evil and they all know it, the fun is in giving them little hints and tidbits of lore to munch on. right now he's being very docile and helpful but things will get very very interesting eventually as more of his nature and plan is revealed..... =)

I'm still playing around with what he looks like as The Master, but I really like this recent design I did. his eye glows dark and menacing. I haven't found a design for his dragon form I'm really pleased with yet tho :/

okay wow thanks again for the ask, I have many many ideas in my head and it felt pretty nice to get em out!!

[bloodycyrano]

DATV releases today, and while I've been trying to avoid spoilers like the plague in order to raw dog the game, here's my entire concept for my Rook because I just couldn't help it! Plus, it'll tide me over because I can't play today.

A Grey Warden! Mentored and trained by my very own Hero Of fereldon.

They were born in an alianage, into a broken home, with the biggest facination with the tales of the grey wardens. They idolized the wardens to a point of becoming somewhat of a fan-creature (They're nonbinary, and i feel like Fancreature is a great androgynous term for fangirl/fanboy) about them.

They were still a child when the fifth blight was ended, but the stories of the Hero Of Fereldon circulated far and wide, and Rook was quick to build Her up to be this ultimate hero and unstoppable force.

By 14, They had enough of the Alianage. Poverty, listening to their parents fight violently every day.. They ran away, hitching a ride across Ferelden from various travelling carts and eventually finding Bodahn Feddic, and his Son, Sandal; who were more than happy to tell them all about the fantastical hero Rook had idolized for years- Good and bad.

When Rook showed up at Soldiers peak, in search of their beloved hero, the HOF was quick to try and send them home. Several times. Rook kept coming back.

Eventually, HOF took them in, realizing they truly didn't have a home to go back to at this point, considering HOFs own disdain for the Alianage. However, HOF's intentions were far from entirely selfless.

My hero of fereldon was always a very manipulative and two faced anti-hero, constantly at war with the demons (figurative) in her own head. She was made an honest woman in her time as a warden, but her power complex and narcissism remained. She, more than anything, desired a mind to mold into the perfect warden in her stead. After all, she never wanted children of her own. But a student, to carry on her legacy as being what she thought was the most legendary warden of the dragon age? Say less.

Starting out, they had a complex relationship of teacher and student. HOF was fiercely protective over Rook, but also took measures to mentally and physically harden the child including harsh words, bitter truths, and physical labor. She took training to extremes, telling Rook that if they could not spar like the other recruits, they might as well stop wasting the HOFs time. That being a child wasn't an excuse, and if they wanted to be her student, they had to prove themselves- often resulting in a very battered and bruised child.

While she was never truly abusive, she was harsh and cruel at times, while also managing to Validate and fill the void of a mother figure in Rooks life.. Giving them gifts, comparing Rook to herself, teaching her about dalish culture as if Rook was her own child, eventually even sending Rook to learn from her very own clan Sabrae for at least a month out of every season. And when the time came, HOF was proud to personally give Rook their very own Vallaslin.

They fought empty handed until Rook was 16, because even in HOFs cruelty, she did not actually wish to harm them, and by 19, she finally decided that Rook could undergo the joining ritual as she had around that age.

Rook always had their fair amount of macabre interest, and varying morality, but HOF pushed it even further, instilling her own bad habits in the mind of the child. The obsession with blood magic and the blight, the power of blind rage, and the 'anything to win' mentality, even at the expense of other people.

The only thing HOF could not beat into them was the idea that manipulating people to get what you want was okay. Extortion? Sure. Threats? Sure. Violence? If the situation calls for it. But Rook was honest, and they always had been. Lying was something so far off the table that it became the one thing that began to crack the perfect image of their idol that they had in their head.

Long after the HOF made like my dad and went to get the milk, Rook continued trying to contact their lost mentor.. They had stopped receiving letters back soon after they began, but somehow, they just knew she was getting them anyway.

Rook does not believe the HOF will fall victim to the calling.. Perhaps it's delusion, or putting their idol on a pedestal, but they believe that if there is a single warden who could overcome it, it would be the hero of Ferelden.

Rook does have an inflated ego simply from the idea that they, themself, were the only person the HOF ever took under her wing. In their eyes, Rook is the perfect warden, trained by their very own hero and the hero of Ferelden itself. Therefore, they feel superior to all other wardens, largely because the HOF treated it this way.

Bonus!

Rook got Barkspawn hooked on eating raspberries. Barkspawn never would've gone into the gardens for sweet treats if not for Rook showing Barkspawn that they were yummy.- It became a near constant problem when HOF had to pull Barkspawn out of the thorny bushes.

Imagine having to pull a dog that's taller than you when it stands on its hind legs *out* of a viney bush full of thorns and fruit.

[panzershrike-pretz]

HIIIIIII PRETZ! which of your ocs would fit "the tradition" by halsey? really interested to see who...

HEY BLUUUUUU, SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG- O had to get in the mood for new music and finally inspiration struck. SO

First of all, this somg is fucking amazing?? Why did I take so long to actually listen to it??

Anyway this turned out longe than i expected so to the depts of the "read more" it goes

Going off of voice alone, I could very well see this as a voice claim for Juni- but the song doesn't fit her. It actually made me think of Emma!

I'm still working on her sheet, but in short, before Emma ended up with her current family she did have some troubles in her past; with her biological family, former relationships and life in general.

"Oh, the loneliest girl in town is bought for pennies of prize

We dress her up in lovely gowns, she's easy on the eyes

Her soul is black and it's a fact that a sneer will eat you alive

And the buyer always brings her back because all she does is cry"

Right off the bat I knew this song would fit her. Emma was born to a wealthy family around the 1900's, all of which were magic - except for her, so she always felt that loneliness. She dressed up pretty, to be shown off by her dad, but at the end of the day she was very very miserable. She felt like the main attraction of a circus whenever her dad would show her off-

She grew out of it tho, and so did her powers as they developed! (By almost burning her half brother alive by accident but oh well. Sometimes tou gotta blow up un flames at the dinner table) and then she became more confident in herself and her ideals.

"So take what you want, take what you can

Take what you please, don't give a damn

Ask for forgiveness, never permission

Take what you want, take what you can

Take what you please, don't give a damn

It's in the blood and this is tradition"

^ the last line makes me think of her magical-pureblood lineage, and how she was seen as lesser because she didn't have powers for so long.

Ok, funny thing is. Emma was a thief for much of her life after she ran away from home (away from that family). She lived in the slums of France for a couple years as she took upon herself to try and get a chance to get away from Europe (her plans were to travel to Brazil, so she could study the magical plants found there; she was on her way to be a Magical-herbologist)

... But as First World War happened she saw herself having to deal with it and her plans were cut short. She decided to enlist as a nurse ans so she did, until she found herself falling head over heals for this stupid haunted soldier man who needs a name but i'm a lazy shit :> (and they were hunted down by the Creatures of Shadows until they were found and rescued by Miss Seagull but that's besides the point)

"You can take it back, it's good as gone

Well, flesh amnesiac, this is your song

And I hope what's left will last all summer long

And they said that boys were boys, but they were wrong"

From my interpretation of this bit, I can connect it with her brief (?) relationship with The Guy (nameless bitch), as in- she was so so in love and he. Fucked Off one day,,, left my baby there to feel sad and alone again (yeah she had the other peculiar children with her but It Wasn't The Same).

She was stuck there on a Time Loop for all of about 80(?) years. 80 years of everyday being the same summer day, unable to move on from her love until the loop colapsed and they were forced to flee- and her mind came crumbling down on her because while she was stuck, he mooved the fuck on and grew old and fucking died (this bit here was inspired by MPHFPC, so yeah,,,)

Anyway she's still a thief :3 but now she gets paid to do it :3

Here is my analysis of the song + character- i'd say it fits only past Emma, as she's now over it (fucking finally-), but its still Emma nonetheless

Here, have this doodle of Emma Crying Over A Man and Ottilie being so done

Ottilie the Olorotitan is the official psychologist. She can't take it anymore-

[imagitory]

Okay, disclaimer here. I can't really call myself a true fan of Disney's Wish, just as it is. I do think the film had a LOT of really good ideas and I do think that a lot of artists and creative types put sincere work into it -- I mean, all one really has to do is look at the Wish art book to see that the creators wanted to salute a lot of Disney's overall legacy with their work. However the result turned out -- and I personally found it a bit half-baked with a lot of story and character elements that just didn't quite come together for me -- I like the overall concept enough that I've really enjoyed seeing the fandom embrace those good ideas and reinterpret them. I like the art people have started doing based on Star's old designs by artists like Brittney Lee. I like people writing drafts with villainous-couple-goals Amaya and Magnifico. I like people envisioning Asha as becoming a fairy godmother more in the vein of Whitney Houston's version of the Fairy Godmother in the 1998 Rodger's and Hammerstein's Cinderella! So everything I'm going to write here is from a place of sincerely wanting to add onto the original concept and perhaps improve on it, rather than just out of a desire to make petty pot-shots at the film.

With this out of the way, let me get to the crux of it.

(concept art by Brittney Lee, found in Disney's The Art of Wish)

Now of course people have discussed the concept of Star as a love interest for Asha before. And I won't lie, I do think it's cute! It could even offer a great potential for diversity if Star remained androgynous gender-wise, the way they are in the finished film. Honestly, even having a completely mute leading character and love interest throughout the entire picture would undoubtedly be a unique and special challenge for any animator and storyteller...and for those people who want to evoke old Disney projects, it would prove a great opportunity to build on the legacies of voiceless Disney characters like Dumbo, Bambi, and Tinker Bell, while still adding a new twist in the form of this character being magical and therefore being able to express their feelings not just through colors and body language like Tink does, but perhaps also through the instrumental score! You could embody the whole core of Fantasia -- a passion project of Uncle Walt's that he never saw appreciated in his lifetime but is widely considered to be a masterpiece of animation and music -- in one character!

This leads nicely into another tack this could've played into -- the idea that Star could be an embodiment of Golden/Silver Age Disney, while Asha embodies Renaissance/Revival Disney. Star could be endlessly optimistic and a bit naive, but strangely resilient -- something that seems fragile and helpless at first glance until you realize just how many people and creatures alike gravitate toward them and want to help and protect them. Meanwhile Asha could be all about proving herself -- she could want to become a powerful magician and do great things like her master King Magnifico, but lack confidence in her own abilities and feel isolated thanks to how much her service to and desire to honor Magnifico has isolated her from others.

Star would be Snow White to Asha's Tiana. The Aurora to her Mulan. The Tinker Bell to Asha's Elsa. The bright star to Asha's cool, thoughtful night.

And this is what I love most about this idea -- their relationship wouldn't need to be romantic. It could be platonic. It could be romance-adjacent. Or, if one wants to really go and do something different for a Disney movie...Star could be a child. A mute, sweet, brand-new star, one just born, that responded to a wish that Asha made when she thought no one could hear -- a wish she has trouble admitting to anyone, especially her mentor and toxic father figure, King Magnifico -- because as much as she plays contentment, there is a part of Asha deep down that wants something more. That remembers the loving embrace of her deceased parents and how much Magnifico can't quite capture that warmth and nurturing, however tight his hold might be and placating his words might be. And out of that wish is born this little bundle of stardust, which Asha is now suddenly responsible for and wants desperately to hide and protect from Magnifico.

In essence, Asha would be put in the same position that Willow is put in, when he suddenly becomes the caretaker for baby Elora in the film Willow.

Now that would change up the context for At All Costs, wouldn't it? This lullaby-like song would resonate awfully well in a story where Magnifico sees Asha as an apprentice and almost surrogate daughter and wants to "protect" her a la Mother Gothel by controlling everything in her life, while Asha sees this new Star who's now reliant on her and feels this strange, new desire to protect them from the man who filled the role of her father after his death in a selfless way that man could never understand?

If someone tried to hurt you... I don't see how that could happen! I'd fight for you in ways you can't imagine! Felt this? No, I haven't -- I hope it would be alright to Stay right here beside you...

It would be such a beautiful picture on how love can be both selfish and selfless -- how a villainous person can love, perhaps, but that that love is poisoned by the desire to mold someone into your image and hoard that person away from others who could "take them away" or "change" them...how love at its truest core is selflessness and fighting on behalf of others, to give them a world where they could live safely. And again, this could be either in a scenario where Star is Asha's "child" or her peer -- for a world can't be safe for all if anyone is under threat because of who we are. And Asha, Star, and Rosas all deserve to know true happiness, not just mindless, complacent contentment -- the happiness that can come from the birth of ideas we never thought possible, until we're given the freedom to dream and dream big.

[luck-and-larceny]

"Hey there, Malikat. How 'bout ya' tell me a tale 'bout th'best heist ya' ever done? I don't even care if its true. I jus' want t'hear a story."

Oh, now this was fun. Malika could always count on Law to catch her attention with a particularly creative question. She could also count on him to allow her complete freedom in how she answered. That this question was more about watching her spin a story than about recounting a historical record of her life charmed her.

"I could tell you about a terrifying, magical artifact liberated from a museum that has the power to briefly change its wearer's personality and how it affected mine. Or maybe about how I once smuggled a prisoner out of captivity right under the noses of his captors. Possibly, I could tell you about the time I dressed as a maid to steal a rowdy opo-opo…"

But those were verifiably true stories. He ought to be told something different.

"But instead… I'll tell you about when I stole a single thread spun from Nymeia's loom."

She smiled, eyes shining as brightly as the stars she'd soon reference.

"Every person, every one of us, has a destiny woven into Nymeia's loom. A common misconception is that this means that our fates are already made for us and there's no deviating from the course already set in motion. But that's a horribly sad, frustrating, and, frankly, boring way to look at life, isn't it? She's not the Author in the Stars. She hasn't written the conclusion and worked backwards. And we are not born with finished tapestries that can't be changed. She actively spins new paths for us as we live. The choices we make affect her work as much as her work affects the situations we find ourselves in. 

Sometimes the tapestry she creates for us snags. It needs to be unraveled and redone. You ever feel like you just barely escaped certain doom at the very last moment? Or experienced deja vu? Met someone you knew immediately would change your life, but had no explanation for how you knew that? Those are snags in the weave of fate.

And those snags keep things interesting for her. She doesn't like easy projects. She likes a challenge. So I've made it my mission to be her greatest challenge! And what better challenge is there than to pluck a thread from my own tapestry and genuinely control a measure of my fate?"

She smiled again and shrugged, "I'd say I'm sorry for this long-winded tale, but I'm not. So…

On nights when the sky is the color of spilled ink, when there is a hazy aura around the full moon, and the stars are shining so brightly it's hard to believe they're not diamonds… that's when Nymeia is closest. That's when she takes a break from spinning and dares to sneak a peek at the world below and look upon the creatures whose destinies she's been making art of. She turns her back from her loom and turns her face to the world.

On nights like that? Anything can happen. You can feel the magic in the air connecting all of us to one another.

And if you sleep with an astrologian deck beneath your pillow and a powerful wish upon your lips and then fall into a dream… It might be more than a dream.

My wish was to see my own tapestry. And I did. In the dream I walked through a room of them. I'd never seen anything so beautiful. Such colors! Such magic. All of them for those who had left this world, joined the Lifestream, but none finished. A person's tapestry is never finished, it turns out. It can't be. Because long after we're gone, we still touch the living, still affect them. In that way, we still exist. Our story isn't over.

I walked and walked for what felt like bells and bells until I saw it. The most beautiful thing I'd ever laid eyes on: threads of the darkest blue, the most brilliant purples, silvers unlike any I'd seen before and I knew, _knew_, this one was mine. But I'm no good at seeing but not touching. I have to touch. And I'm not so good at touching and not taking either. I reached out and felt my own fate beneath my fingers. And I plucked a single thread. And replaced it with a mundane thread from the waking world. All while Nymeia's face was turned."

Malika finished her drink, and the stars in her eyes twinkled ever so brighter. "And now, every so often, I can see what will come to pass for me before it happens. For instance… you're about to buy me Blackbelly whiskey, Roman." She winked. "How'd I do?"

[springbons]

APPARENTLY MY BLOG IS LIKE YOURS??? TUMBLR IN WHAT WORLD-

Anyways, flowery ask hehe.

For CY (because I can):

🍄🌾🍃🌵

And for Samson (because I MUST know more about him)

🌷☘️🍁🏵️

Oh lovely! A great deal of questions! I don't check ANY of these beforehand so I'm absolutely just gonna blindly go through these. 🍄 How likely is your OC to eat random berries/mushrooms they find? Riktor usually has some knowledge about everything and is able to make an educated guess. Derringer just stuffs it in his mouth and pays the consequences later. Kurt has no issue with poisons made for biological creatures. He may be carbon based but he gives 0 cares about your bothers. (That was horrible-) Moira will avoid anything she doesn't know (Like a normal person) Tarrel atleast tries to TEST what he's eating before he shoves it in his mouth. Vyra's a freak and eats poison berries. 🌾How picky is your OC with food? What will and won't they eat? Riktor USED to be picky, but not too much nowadays. Derringer used to NOT be picky, but he holds a terrifying grudge against pickles now-a-days. (He hasn't been the same since the incident.) Kurt refuses to touch Sauerkraut. He doesn't trust it. Moira is not someone who necessarily cares but she can't CHEW anything (or she Couldn't...) and so she prefers foods that take very little time in the mouth or can just be swallowed whole. Tarrel drinks WATER and ULTRA-PROCESSED NUTRIENT BARS. He literally cannot stand something as simple as fresh-cooked unseasoned chicken just because it's Solid Solid and it grosses him out... As a Dragon, A.K.A a Predator, that's kind of Sad. Vyra has... Asked to be left out of the rest of the asks-PFFT- 🍃What's the darkest period of time your OC has been through? "That mansion... It was like it never ended." -R "Uhh I believe it started when I was born, or atleast when we went to magic school and it sure as shit hasn't ended yet." -D "2000 years and the Iraq war was somehow the worst place I've ever been in. Back then, War was about honor... Now it's just atrocities..." -K "Same, but why are we all talking instead of the normal text?" -M "It's stylistically interesting and saves on time-Uhh the S.S. Discovery, but I think being DEAD might top that." -T 🌵How physically resilient is your OC? Riktor is like wet tissue paper in a suit of nigh impenetrable armor. Who needs to work out when Magic is so good? Derringer, despite being the same man, somehow holds up better in physical combat. He doesn't care about Magic as much but he'll definitely use it to his advantage. Kurt bounces almost fuckin' EVERYTHING. "If anyone could defeat god it's Kurt" as you said once. Tarrel cut off his own fucking arm, YOU TELL ME- Onto Samson! 🌷What is your OC's favourite flower and colour? He's not quite sure what he likes. His answer was a confident Blue, and "The Sticks." I think he means Wheat. His favorite flower is Wheat... ☘️How passionate is your OC about things they love/hate? That's a really weird question tbh. If it's asking what lengths he'll go to protect those he loves...? I'm not quite sure yet. He's fought a man already, and tried to bite through his gloves, but what would he REALLY sacrifice? I don't think he thought his life was at stake there Really. 🍁What is your OC's favourite season? Why and what do they do during it? Anything not unbearably hot or frigidly cold. His jumpsuit didn't keep heat very well, but during summer working in the camps would nearly kill him. He appreciated Fall the most because it wasn't humid and it was bearable. 🏵️What flower symbolises your OC best and why? What does the flower mean in floriography? Geranium. Hardy, bright, perennial, and I believe it means "Sincereness" They're often used as symbols of Friendship aswell, and tell a good bit about Samson's character in my opinion.

[the-flower-named-fire]

Random Concepts I found interesting

When a Quincy kills you, your soul is destroyed

A incantation curse is broken when the person who did it has their tongue cut off in Truth or Dare

Pokemon faint when defeated

Phoenyx lose immortality when they take a soul

The Wheel creating the Dragon in WOT

A creature begin killed and the place their fallen never grow life again

Not sure from where, but I remember something Fate/Stay-Like classes, where the characters could only use certain weapons each one

The monster made of ashes of the people Capricorn killed in Inkheart

Dusfinger knowing how to speak to fire, fire begin treated as a living begin in general

Enkidu turning back into Clay after Gilgamesh refused Ishtar

Instead of fighting the monster, you have to make it cry

The guy that literally grew roots in Saramandaia

Not begin able to fight in a sacred place in Highlander, low-key similar the Dothhaki not drawing blood in their sacred city

The language of flowers in general

I like 'weird thefts' like heart, voice or eye (but more in a magical way?)

Not sure if its canon, but in SP, there was a creture that 'bad things' happened when you injured them?

The whole 'turning into something' can be both weird and neat

A place only certain people can enter or can't leave

The Helcaraxe's betrayal, just the ships burning and the rest of the Noldor begin forced to walk through a frozen land.

Kirin in Twelve Kingdoms, all of it: the fact they were born from tree, have their lives connected with the rulers they choose, the whole 'they will eat my corpse when I die' deals they have with Youma, the fantasy horse stuff.

Akuma no Mi's eaters can't swim, its so random, I loved it

A river made of tears, it run through all the worlds

The 'Cannot Tell a Lie' magical rule, the whole 'Time Works Different in this Place' fairy rings stuff too

Zodiac Signs, while I don't believe, they are interesting and pretty aesthetic

Once read (not sure where) about three Hounds begin named 'Beside, Behind and Before' because 'look beside, look behind you, look before you. You can't escape them'

Reapers begin people that committed suicide in Kuroshitsuji

Mirror Reflexes talking to you or begin some kind of supernatural begins

Children of Ill Omen from Pandora Hearts

A person that only can be killed in one way

Portals that need to be openned in a certain in way (Barbie and the 12 dancing princess and the Gate of Moria)

Magical Rules of any kind (I was thinking about Jack and the Cuckoo Heart's rules: Never touch the hands of your heart. Keep your temper under control. Whatever else you do, you must never, ever, fall in love.

[blvvdcursd]

--— loading student files for ASTORIA GREENGRASS, please hold !! alright, i think i've got it now.. you're twenty two years old and in your fifth year, SPECIALISING IN POTIONMAKING ?? i can't wait to see where that takes you. bear with me, dear, i just need to confirm some more information with you. pureblood, slytherin house, ciswoman, she/her, and member of competitive dueling club, care of magical creatures club, and photographer for aurelius tribune are all correct ?? perfect.

BASICS

name: astoria isobel greengrass nickname/s: no doubt daphne has dumb nicknames for her, but she usually goes by Tori - a classmate tried to call her asta once and she promptly hit them. age: 22 birth date: april 10, 2001 zodiac: aries languages spoken: english, latin, is trying to learn french sexuality: bisexual

FAMILY

parents: desmond greengrass (father), aemma greengrass (mother) siblings: daphne greengrass ( sister; older) children: no thank you pets: a black cat named artemis

PERSONALITY

positive traits: ambitious, flirtatious, witty, charismatic negative traits: stubborn, impulsive, deceiving, self-destructive hobbies: photography, reading, dueling, arguing for the sake of it, reading up on blood curses to find a cure, has a vested and personal interest in poisons and hexes, is weirdly good at herbology health: has a blood curse that will eventually be her demise. one day. hopefully when she's old but probably not - despite astoria's pure-blood ties and learning proper etiquette as a child, she gives off a carefree and lighthearted outlook on life; which if you knew her personally, would know it's just a facade. she's down to earth, witty and incredibly stubborn, especially when it comes to what people try and tell her she can and can't do. - she's incredibly angry at the world and the cards she's been given, but astoria's well practiced smile wouldn't give anything away. - is probably looked down on by other prejudiced pure-blood families due to how friendly astoria can be to others, but at the moment her parents are just letting her do what they want because ngl they feel bad about the whole blood curse thing oops - will try to fight people just because. but she's tiny so it's reminiscent of a chihuahua trying to square up

MAGIC

blood status: pure-blood wand: elm wood, dragon heart-string, 11" & unyielding boggart: to be added i cant think of something sad enough yet patronus: a peacock region + school: southwest, odalric house + year: slytherin & fifth year specialization: potion making extra curricular: photographer for aurelius tribune, dueling club, care of magical creatures club

BIO ( tw: mentions of illness )

It wasn’t love and admiration that struck Astoria’s mother when she found out she was pregnant, but fear and desperation - there had been no happy endings written for the second born greengrass in generations; a blood curse ending their lives sometimes before it could even truly begin.

For the better part of Astoria’s childhood she had been watched over like a hawk, her fun had been in the family library watching her older sister play in the garden with their friends - Astoria was made to always be the watcher, but never the dancer. Never the girl who was allowed to do anything that required a lot of physical effort in fear her body would not cope.

Even still, Astoria's childhood was littered with happy moments, especially when it came to her Aunt Lysa on her father's side. The two had a special bond as being the second born greengrass inflicted with the blood curse, which comforted and made Astoria sad.

She remembers her parents arguing with each other about Astoria's schooling - where she would go, who would teach her - as soon as homeschooling was mentioned, Astoria had put her foot down for perhaps the first time in her life - surprising herself and her parents. Astoria was a girl who wanted to live life while she could, before she wasn't able to. Her parents had soon enrolled her into odalric when she was old enough, and no one spoke of homeschooling again.

The Greengrass family has been part of the sacred 28 since the beginning, and while they are quiet with their hatred, behind closed doors is a different story. Astoria, however, remains oblivious/refuses to acknowledge her parents prejudice, because she's in her live laugh love era; nothing can disturb that.

In oldaric Astoria was definitely having the time of her life, definitely got up to shenanigans that almost got her expelled a few times, but with a bat of her eyelids and a mere mention of her impending doom via her blood curse, the faculty usually took pity on her and would give her detentions instead.

When it was time to attend Aurelius like her sister, parents and generations of Greengrass' before her, it was no surprise that she had been sorted into slytherin. her fiery temper and deceiving nature far outweighed her passionate and charismatic charm. Astoria decided to keep her blood curse a secret; wanting a fresh start where people her age didn’t see her as a fragile, weak girl who wouldn’t be able to handle herself, because the truth was Tori was well capable of taking care of herself.

Despite the fact that she originally wanted to specialise in curse-breaking, her parents had ultimately refused and threatened to pull her out before she even began, so as a compromise had promised to seek out potion-making as a career instead.

While Astoria wants to succeed as much as she can, she knows it’s only a matter of time before the blood curse put on her family line starts to take a toll on her; which she is starting to feel already. It’s starting with the fatigue after using an excessive amount of magic, bouts of snappiness and exhaustion if not keeping up with her diet and routine, migraines if staring at her screen for too long - it comes and goes, but whenever it happens it strikes fear into her heart. at the moment astoria does have daily potions she takes which minimizes the effects.

CONNECTIONS - also open to plotting from scratch !! these are just general ideas

childhood besties: whether or not they drifted when they grew up and attended different schools (or maybe they stayed close and attended the same sjdjkd) these two have prob known each other !!! since birth !!! i'd imagine their parents are lowkey besties and would often have dinners/gatherings out. bonus points if for some, whatever reason they now hate each other skdfkf slytherin gang: i think this speaks for itself sjfkf just close house friendships, late night bonding, petty arguments and make ups 20 mins later. light bullying with love enemies: astoria's carefree attitude towards life can rub some people the wrong way and that's definitely okay !! these two butt heads like no other and are always out for their throats. (also lowkey love drunk bonding only to wake up sober hating each other again) exes: pls astoria has lots of love to give even if it makes her insecure. she probably broke it off but completely fine if she got her heart broken too will they/wont they: sjddsk longing gazes when the other isn't looking, petty comments at parties and drunk hook ups when they think no ones watching.

[sleepysigh]

Okay maybe I am a snobby asshole who has poetry as a special interest, or maybe it's because Laura Gilpin lived here in Alabama, about 20 minutes from where I live now, actually, but something about the egregious misreading being mentioned here reminds me of the classic comments I see from non-Southerners about life in the South.

In so many otherwise intersectional spaces online, there is such a massive empathy gap between southern leftists/progressives and the majority.

When some shitty law gets passed, we have to wade through comments from people suggesting food aid or other taxpayer-funded welfare be denied to our states as a punishment, that the south just needs to get nuked already, and worse, bad-faith accusations of bigotry or some other social evil towards any southerners who don't play appropriately sympathetic victims, from people who understand the wrongness of respectability politics unless it's to do with rednecks

Being southern and a "freak of nature" is a great way to weed out performative cynics from thoughtful pragmatists, whether you're a fat queer or two-headed calf. It's bitterly ironic that the same people that experience the most frustration trying to exist in the inhospitable environment here can't even get acceptance from the "unacceptable" who come from more respected areas. You quickly find out who has a heart, who wants to find one inside them, and who threw theirs away in order to get better at petty arguments and ego-protection

The boys who wrap up that calf and take it to the museum might call it a freak. They might hoot and holler and go mud riding in the weekends, and they might get a lot of things wrong when it comes to accepting others, but they ensured the calf would be remembered, they ensured it could be preserved before it could be disfigured by the ugly silence of death that eventually robs everything of the chance to tell its story

A quote this website loves, "someone will remember us," etc

You can't save anyone you meet. Everyone is going to lie down one day for good. But if some good can be done, if there is anything you can do to honor someone silenced, then it is to look at them, marvel at them, wrap their body up and preserve everything you can, telling whoever will listen how they lived and died, what made them special, what they saw when they looked up that no one else could see

The earth and everyone on it is temporary, but each irretrievable moment of someone's life is precious because there has never been and never will be a moment exactly like it. Who could the calf tell about the stars? It's own mother likely didn't want much to do with it so soon after it was born. But in the south where it is so easy to find rejection, fear, distrust and shame, there yet were boys willing to run back for newspapers while the body was warm, and a burial shroud is a shroud no matter what it's made of.

There is more dignity in the death of the calf than in many human deaths in our community. There is a sacred compassion in the arms that will embrace the memory of the freakish, and there is glory and honor on the lips that will tell the story of something small, humble, ugly, and dead; which we will all be, someday. I would hope for nothing better than for someone to find me, even if it is too late, cover me one last time, take me in their arms and carry me wherever they might find people curious to know how my minutes of life gave some small magic to the stars, just because I was the one looking up

Death is ugly because it separates us from one another when we crave to love and belong. There is a culture here, especially among southerners of gilpin's age and older, that humility and honor go hand in hand. Can you find the beauty in this creature god has made for you? Can you listen to the message on its soft, rapid breaths after they stop? When the world offers you a chance to give compassion to the stranger, do you embrace it without a thought? Humility identifies the honorable path. Cynical people obsessed with the supposedly irredeemable and unique evil of man cannot understand a story without man as a protagonist, and this costs them much of the beauty the world could offer

If you can only look down on someone, whether they are southern or deformed or confusing to you, any way you slice it, you can't even see the stars at all

It always upsets me so much when I see interpretations/illustrations of the two headed calf poem that show a living calf being torn away from its mother and killed to sell to a museum and framing the poem as being "humanity kills beautiful things for being different".

Two headed cows almost never survive more than a few hours after their birth. The farmer finds the *body* the next day. The calf was destined to die, and that's a tragedy, but for the time it was alive, it had a beautiful and unique experience.

It's not a poem about the cruelty of man. It's a poem about the beauty of life in an indifferent universe. It's about purpose and beauty being able to exist even in an existence doomed to come to an end, as all our lives are. It's not a poem about how a calf dies, but how, even for only a brief moment, it was alive.

And, for that moment, because of that life, however fleeting, the sky had twice as many stars.

[atherix]

I loved Midnight Meetings. You absolutely nailed all of the character's voices, and all of their interactions were perfectly in character and very entertaining.

Scar and Mumbo both trying to claim they're normal and average guys, and Grian thinking about how humans don't have tails when he is a (former) human with wings. Idiots unite. I am so fond of them.

Very curious what Bdubs might have had to say on the matter of Mumbo's claim to Boatem...

I also remain curious about Mumbo's shadow magic and why he has it as a Turned. I keep thinking back to that one line about Mumbo wondering if he made a deal with a higher power. I suspect I am barking up the wrong tree, but I have managed to convince myself it is somehow linked to the connection between the Watchers, the Void, and the Boatem hole.

Laughing at all of the vampires being like "Scar doesn't live here? Tubbo is leaving??? How do you live like this Mumbo???"

"I wanna bring some stuff back for Etho and the others" made me laugh. I realise Bdubs probably meant the rest of the coven by "the others" but for a second I did go "how big is this polycule???"

*Looks at the whole repressed memory thing* I'm sure this will be fine and isn't foreshadowing that something terrible will happen where they urgently need to locate Blondie's coven *sweats nervously*

And Xisuma! "(Makes you wonder how powerful he is, if he's a Lord with that personality.)" Grian thinks, and I have to agree.

On that note, would you be willing to share some more details about void beasts? It sounds very cool.

Thank you so much <3 I try so hard to find their voices and hkfgkjgkfd I'm glad I'm succeeding to some degree <3 Thank you so much~

They're totally normal aren't they, the half-human Fae prince with way too much magic for his own health and the Vampire who was a Duke, a Governor, a Mayor and a Doctor who also has way too strong magic for his status? Totally normal. Okay but to be fair, Grian's definition of "human" is rather different from the Vampires' and Elf's definition. When they say "human" they mean humans and humanoid hybrids. When Grian says "human" he means just humans and not the hybrids....... for now. :) But yes they're all idiots I love them <3

BDubs just like "haha not my business!" He has no claim on Boatem after all, so <3

Mhmhmhmm yes I do wonder about Mumbo's shadow magic.... it is interesting isn't it that he's now getting involved in Watcher stuff isn't it.... hehe :)

A mate and child living away from the Coven House (manor, in this case) is absolutely unheard of for them <3 They just like "Mumbo what the fuck" hjfdskjfdkj

Oh no, you should absolutely be asking yourself how big is this polycule, bc um

Yeah Cleo and BDubs have a really big polycule <3 (the orange lines are future relationships tho- they haven't met those characters yet <3) But yes BDubs was talking about the rest of the coven lol <3

Oh nooo I'm suuuure the repressed memory thing isn't gonna come back up at the literal worst moment it possibly could, I'm sure it's all gonna be fiiiiine~

Look I am looking forward to having these Vampires go wild. Like you think Mumbo is strong right now but so far he's fought Vampires who are corrupted and/or have way too much hubris, but- well. Cleo and Xisuma 👀👀 Especially Xisuma 👀

Hmmmm Void Beasts? Well, in Midnight at least (bc Void Beasts are a thing in other MC fanfics if I am remembering correctly) a Void Beast is a creature of legend that is born and lives in the Void (which is, ofc, a central point of many of the religions of the world in Midnight), the only mortal creature that can survive there alongside the gods. Void Beasts themselves can't breathe oxygen, being evolved specifically for the Void. Xisuma can breathe oxygen, since he's a humanoid hybrid, but it's not the most comfortable thing for him which is why he wears his mask. Only a handful of people have seen him without the mask, as he only takes it off to feed. As for what Void Beasts look like- well. Hm :) I wonder about that heheh

[novamirmirsblog]

I am not a woman, I'm a God (17+)

If I can't have love I want power pt 2

If I can't have love masterlist

Word Count: 1640

Genre: dark I guess?

Request: no

Warnings: none? (atm anyways)

A/N: I'm not too happy with this chapter so it's subject to change BUT the next couple chapters should pick things up a little :3 OH and the next chapter might contain smut (Idk yet - I'll try to edit this when I've written the next chapter)

1737 - The middle

The revenge was sweet and drawn out. The redhead and her long-time friend had made sure of that. They let you finish the duke off but not before they had their fun. The two women were gorgeous, both with red hair that would make any woman jealous. The green-eyed woman had hair like a wildfire and the blue-eyed woman had hair the colour of a deep red sunset. Liking women was wrong but you weren’t sure these two counted as women – they certainly weren’t human. Wanda, the one with sunset hair, tortured your husband mentally, angry whisps the same colour as Natasha’s hair crawled in through his ears and buried themselves deep within his brain. While this was happening, Natasha was peeling layer after layer of skin off him with her razor-sharp nails. You weren’t sure if you could even call them nails – not when they looked so much more like claws. While Wanda was exploiting your husband’s deepest darkest fears, Natasha was calmly explaining to you which tools to use where so you could cause the most pain. Apparently pain and torture was an aphrodisiac for them because the two demons decided to show you what you had been missing out on due to your husband’s lack of skill.

That was almost 200 years ago. Wanda and Natasha had given you great gifts, allowing you to have a much longer life, giving you cat-like reflexes and godlike powers. Perhaps your favourite was the enhancements they gave to your voice. People were suddenly compelled to do whatever you suggested they do and the rush it gave you was unexplainable. These gifts were not free however and yet the price was one you willingly paid repeatedly. Especially because it meant spending extra time with your two favourite demons. You were there to cause chaos and have fun which was ironic considering Wanda was a chaos demon and Natasha was a succubus but perhaps that’s why you did what you did. Perhaps it was because you were made by them and therefore must serve them in every way imaginable.

~~~~~

You had watched your siblings grow from afar and made sure every single villager who ever even looked at them wrong suffered. When you were with Wanda and Natasha, it felt as if everything just fit into place. It was strange and you felt as if you shouldn’t miss them – they killed and tortured your husband in front of you, gave you gifts that meant you couldn’t live a normal life and coerced you into sex that you weren’t sure you wanted; yet you still wanted them.

Your story was told countless times and the more times it was told, the deeper the truth was twisted into a legend, a tale mothers told their children to keep them away from the forests late at night. You were turned into a martyr, a victim of the horrible cruelties the evil creatures of the world could bestow onto innocent girls.

You were anything but.

If the storytellers could see you now, they would burn all mentions of your story. You were a problem child, a bad example and you had two of the most powerful demons wrapped around your little finger.

A few years ago, you had mentioned to Natasha and Wanda one evening that you were bored. That’s how you found yourself currently being shot at.

“Natty I’m bored.” You whined, throwing yourself dramatically over the bed. History was going through a dry spell; people weren’t doing anything interesting and there weren’t enough opportunities for you to wreak havoc.

“Natty” Wanda mocked “Our princess is bored.”

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” Natasha moved to hover over you, Wanda placed your head in her lap. Natasha’s tail flicked with a cat-like manner before it slithered between your legs.

You grabbed her tail and she let out a moan “Not now Natasha. I’m serious. If I knew living forever was going to be this boring, then I wouldn’t have done it.” That wasn’t quite true, you enjoyed being theirs to use but you were getting restless.

Natasha rolled her eyes, leaning up to kiss Wanda instead. You waited a few moments for the two demons to stop their make-out session, but it didn’t look to be ending any time soon. You rolled out from underneath Natasha and untangled Wanda’s fingers from where she was massaging your scalp.

“Awe come back baby.” Wanda broke the kiss and made grabby arms at you. For a supposed demon, she sure was soft. “I promise we’ll make things more fun.”

Natasha rolled her eyes again “You’ve gone soft Wands.” Although Natasha huffed and puffed about how ‘soft’ Wanda had gotten, she seemed to have a slightly less hardened heart when she looked at you.

You were no longer bored but you were being shot at and while it couldn’t kill you, it sure did sting. Perhaps going after Dick Turpin’s loot was a bad idea but what can you say? You wanted to live a little. All you had wanted was a pretty horse you had seen him steal but nooo – he had to keep them all for himself. You had managed to escape Mr Turpin himself but one of his lackeys just wouldn’t give up. Rather than continuing to run, you decided you may as well get a quick meal.

“Hello darling.” Your voice echoed from all around, you watched as the man trying to kill you frantically whipped his head around.

“Who are you? Come out now!”

You let out a low, predatory chuckle.

“I’m the poor little martyr in all your stories.”

“No. You can’t be- that’s impossible! You should be dead!” You watched as the man continued to spin around and around in circles, watching him trip before revealing yourself.

“I am ancient. I have seen empires rise and fall. I have seen kings and queens and holy men enter the world and I have seen them leave; and yet I am nowhere near as old or as powerful as the women who made me the person I am today. While I watched preestablished civilisations crumble, they were reminiscing the time they created them, all while burning them to the ground. Some call me the end but they are mistaken. They are the end. I am your warning. I am the only kindness they will show you. Trivial things such as death do not concern me.” As you finished your speech, Natasha and Wanda’s comforting aura surrounded you, the dark mist embracing you before forming the two women.

“Couldn’t let you have all the fun now could we dove?” Natasha’s voice rumbled out against your neck, biting it lightly.

“You have to share.” Wanda cooed, lifting your chin up to face her as she captured your lips with hers.

The idiot who you were about to kill and feed on decided now was a good time to make their escape. Luckily, Wanda had other plans as her red magic bought the squirming meal back to you.

“Go away. I want to eat. It’s been so long.” You pouted, making your way back to your meal. It was a little annoying that to continue living in your young body that you had to drain the soul from another person, but it was worth it.

“But if we leave then who’s going to do all the heavy lifting?”

“And who will dig the hole in your garden?”

“Or put the body in the hole?”

“Or-”

“Okay! I get it. Fine. But just hush, okay? I like to eat in peace.” You grabbed the man and kissed him hard, feeling his soul merge with yours before it was consumed by the darkness.

“I don’t know why you always have to kiss them to feed” Natasha bit out, moving away from you with Wanda, voicing her unhappiness at you kissing someone else when only she should be kissing you- her and maybe Wanda.

“Well, it wasn’t me who made her feed that way.” Wanda whispered back

“Are you suggesting this is my fault?” Natasha’s voice got low and dangerous, and you felt the forest drop about 10 degrees.

“Well that’s how you feed isn’t it?” Wanda’s eyes glowed and a wind picked up.

You pulled away from your meal, the faint glow of his soul swirling around your mouth and eyes. “Want to share?” The forest rose back to its original temperature and climate as Natasha kissed you, absorbing small remnants of the soul. Wanda wrapped one arm around your waist while the other snaked up to your neck, her teeth lightly biting and sucking along your shoulders.

“I think you forget dove” Natasha broke the kiss to growl at you

“We’re in charge here. If we wanted to share, then we would share.” Wanda finished off for her.

It dawned on you that perhaps this was about more than just the meal. They were jealous.

“Are you two jealous?” You laughed, not at the situation but at their reactions. Wanda bit you harder and Natasha just glared at you.

“Of course not. Why would we be jealous of some silly insignificant dum-”

“Baby…” You reached up and placed one hand lightly on Wanda’s horn and the other on Natasha’s cheek, effectively stopping Natasha’s rant about how unjealous they are. Wanda moved from where she was standing behind you to stand next to Natasha. “You both know that if I could live off Demon energy then I would, but I can’t.”

Natasha and Wanda shared a look, having a silent conversation in the space of seconds before turning their attention back to you. “That’s not necessarily true love.” Wanda said.

“It will be painful but…well demons aren’t born. They’re made.” Natasha explained.

“And if you wanted to…”

You didn’t even hesitate before giving your answer. “Yes.”

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