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dawnslight-aegis · 5 months ago

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and that's a wrap on my tarot series! the upright majors, at least. there may be others sometime in the future if I am seized by a combination of insanity and hyperfixation once again.

you might notice a few cards are a bit (or in the case of the fool and alternate chariot, a lot) different! I did a few retakes for consistency/style.

below the read more I've included a bunch of notes about symbolism and reasoning behind my choices if that interests you!

(tag for individual card posts)

0. The Fool: Ardbert was really the only choice for this one. He's our stand-in, our shard, our mirror. Feo Ul is included partially because of lore (they are my co-WoL's shard on the First) and also because they also fit the themes of adventure and new beginnings and exploration. Most of the cards I played pretty loose on the posing vs traditional depictions, but this one I wanted to hew a little closer, which is why he's on a cliff with a foot hanging over the edge a bit, with his axe standing in for the bindle. This is my second attempt at the card -- the first was in Il Mheg, but I moved it to Kholusia (Ardbert's home) and dawn to more closely symbolize that it's the beginning of something. Attempts: 2. Difficulty: 8/10, posing Feo Ul was annoying.

1. The Magician: This card could have had several subjects, chief among them Alphinaud or a more modern G'raha, but I settled on Alisaie a) because the other two cards I had in mind for her (Chariot and Justice) were already taken, and b) the card's focus on physical magic and depicting the "tools of the trade" reminded me a lot of Angelo's creation! So that's why she's here, and why I set the card in Matoya's Relict, among the tools of magicians who came before (Matoya, Y'shtola). I retook the shot because I was unsatisfied with the blurriness/the way the light covered her face in the first one. Attempts: 2. Difficulty: 5/10, simple pose but working with Impact's spell effect complicated things.

2. The High Priestess: Another that I never questioned who would appear on it. Y'shtola's arc is entirely about uncovering forbidden, secret knowledge and wisdom, so she fits beautifully. The blue-white orb and the purple staff depict duality between dark and light, and how Y'shtola walks in two worlds, seeing things that are beyond sight, standing before an altar/holy place to the Night's Blessed. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 2/10. Premade pose, knew where I wanted to place her -- the only thing was finding a prop for her off hand.

3. The Empress: Hoo boy did Minfi give me some trouble. I knew that I wanted our Antecedent, who provides both authority and care for the Scions, to represent the Empress, but I struggled to find a depiction that wasn't, well, boring. Minfilia is deeply linked with the Solar, and I didn't want to lean too hard into Word of the Mother/Hydaelyn territory, so I settled on a triple goddess-like idea. Attempts: 3. Difficulty: 6/10. Not mechanically difficult, just conceptually.

4. The Emperor: Another one that I knew who I wanted but struggled with the concept. Haurchefant is very much emblematic of the stability, structure, and masculinity provided by the Emperor, but it wasn't until I decided to add his equally-Emperor-coded father that things settled into place. Together, Edmont and Haurchefant evoke the image of father and son as well as king and knight, filling both major male authority roles that the Emperor exemplifies. Attempts: 4. Difficulty: 6/10. Same as the Empress.

5. The Hierophant: this one was one of the hardest to choose a subject for -- the WoL's allies are largely a bunch of revolutionary firebrands, and I disagree HEAVILY with the popular choice of placing Aymeric here. So I landed on Alphinaud -- out of the Scions, he is the one most concerned with tradition and the "right" way to do things, with formal education and structure. He wants to bring Sharlayan into the modern day, not upend the institutions that raised him and that he very much still respects, much like how he still respects his very traditionally Hierophant-coded father. So I placed him in his family home with a sort of smug look since he can be a pretentious little shit sometimes (affectionate). The spell effect is from Kardia, and I paid special attention to having the shapes align perfectly with the lines in the background, to give a sense of stability and order to the shot, especially contrasted with Alisaie's more dynamic and chaotic depiction. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 4/10, entirely in alignment.

6. The Lovers: Hrasevelgr and Saint Shiva are a great choice for depicting the Lovers as two people, but no one does the Lovers in one subject better than Ysayle. Invoking the spirit of a woman who died for love in order to bring harmony to her people, but it truly being her own power and her own choice the whole time... it's great. Her pose is her transformation/summoning pose, turned into a gesture of affection, which I was particularly proud of. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 3/10, posing monsters is always a little funky.

7. The Chariot: This one has two options -- my co-WoL, Marz, and Tataru/Cid/Nero for the NPC variant. All 4 characters share a singular drive and refusal to let anything stop them once they've set their mind to something, and the 3 NPCs have the added benefit of being associated with a literal "chariot" in the form of airship design. Marz's place on Shadowkeeper has some lore associations (Cylva is her shard on the 13th) as well as being a void mirror to Kaede's sin eater shot. For both I wanted to have dynamic poses to evoke the activity of the card. Attempts: 1 (Marz), 2 (NPCs). Difficulty: 3/10 for both, no major hurdles once the lovely @/karoiseka pointed me at an airship in NG+.

8. Justice: The heart of the Justice card is its emphasis on truth, and no character in FFXIV is more committed to truth even in the face of great suffering than Aymeric de Borel. Because of this, the shot is taken at the top of the Vault, where he confronted his father over his concealment of the truth of the Dragonsong War. The card is usually depicted with a woman holding a sword and balanced scales -- Aymeric is holding his sword in a pose used in statues in the Pillars, and the symmetry of the shot/light and shadow split down the middle is meant to give the feeling of balance. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 1/10. I knew my concept, location, and shader before I even went in, and it came out exactly like I wanted.

9. The Hermit: Originally I had Urianger for this card, who still fits well, but when I moved him to Wheel of Fortune, there was a clear second choice: The Exarch. He even resembles the Hermit, with his cloak and staff, holding himself in isolation and possessing secret knowledge with which he guides the party. G'raha has grown out of this role as of Endwalker, but the Exarch fits it to a tee. I wanted to show his longing to return through his body language and reaching out for the portal that shows him the world he is set apart from. Attempts: 2. Difficulty: 4/10. Nothing major but did have to do two entirely separate cards lmao.

10. The Wheel of Fortune: The one I struggled with the most, conceptually. At first I had a more abstract choice, with the 3 starting city state leaders and Tataru, in a sort of "fate leads to the Scions" idea. But then I remembered that Urianger is a fortune teller who uses a wheel-like weapon with a literal wheel of cards, and, well. Yeah. The man is intimately associated with fate and choice, and the choice to place him on the moon is intentional, to separate him from his more secretive depictions in HW/ShB. He is the one who prepares our second option (flight) while giving us the choice to make our first (fight). Attempts: 2. Difficulty: 7/10. He's up on a high ledge that's not normally accessible and that's always a pain in the ass.

11. Strength: The one that started it all. The original shot of Kaede contained some layer elements I wasn't happy with so I ended up retaking it to better cohere with the others. Strength is about confidence and inner strength "leashing" power, symbolized by the woman and the tamed lion, and there's exactly one good lion model in XIV -- Forgiven Cruelty. It also has the fun side meaning of Kaede conquering and wielding the light that almost killed her. For Moenbryda's, I went with something simple -- her axe to symbolize her strength, but with her archon mark and the Sharlayan Thaliak statue prominently featured, emphasizing her intelligence. Attempts: 2 (Kaede), 1 (Moenbryda). Difficulty: 6/10. Kaede's was straightforward enough (though I had to wait an annoyingly long time for the sky to shift colors correctly), but Moenbryda's involved me floating her up on a building so i could get Thaliak in the shot correctly.

12. The Hanged Man: Holy moly this one was a PAIN IN THE ASS. I knew from the minute I started this what I wanted to do with it -- Lahabrea holding Thancred's ankle as he reaches for Minfilia. The Hanged Man is one that I felt it was especially important to mimic the iconic pose on the card, and this was how I decided to do it, but it took me over an hour and a half to accomplish. Anyway, the Zodiark idol stands in for the Tree of Life, which I really liked. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 10/10. Absolutely infuriating to have to pose 3 actors in three dimensional space like that.

13. Death: I only ever considered Estinien for this card. It stands for transformation and change, for shedding the old to make way for the new, and I chose to depict that by having his old corrupted drachen mail posed behind him like a shadow or an abandoned husk. He has left the hate and the rage behind, but the helmet is meant to symbolize that he always remembers it, and carries it with him so that he can do better. His lance is also vaguely reminiscent of the traditional Death scythe. That spot in Coerthas is where he challenges you in the early DRG quests while controlled by Nidhogg, as well as being just visually striking. Attempts: 1, but it took a while. Difficulty: 9/10. The ground is very much not flat, the helmet is on a minion, and I had to change angles and locations a few times.

14. Temperance: I briefly considered Hythlodaeus here, but Krile fits very well. Calm, competent, but unsure of her own worth. I chose Eureka Hydatos both for its importance to Krile as well as its easily accessible water -- instead of pouring from a cup, Krile is looking at her reflection. This one came together so quickly and easily. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 1/10. In and out of Eureka in less than 20 minutes.

15. The Tower: Originally, before I reshuffled, G'raha was going to be the Tower simply because I didn't know where to put him, and I couldn't think of an ally who is ultimately a destructive force, but it always bothered me because he truly didn't fit. Meteion, though -- despite her innocence and unwillingness, is THE destructive force within Endwalker's story. This card had the highest hurdles -- I had to get 7 friends to help me queue for Endsinger and then leave, and I almost couldn't get my tools to load Meteion in properly. After that it was smooth sailing, however. I used the whole lockout timer, but this was only the 4th shot I took, and it's one of my personal favorites. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 4/10, purely for queuing.

16. The Devil: Addiction, obsession, and control -- Zenos was the only answer for this card. I included Zero as well, despite intending this to be a primarily 6.0 and earlier set, to represent the humans bound in chains to the Devil, using the way she's pinned between Zenos and the scythe to symbolize that she's trapped. Afterward I realized this exact shot and character choice would have also worked quite well for the Tower, as well, but I ultimately prefer the Devil for him. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 3/10. Came together surprisingly easily, despite the fact that I had to make Zero's hat touch pose myself.

17. The Star: Symbolizing hope and new life, I can think of no one better suited than Ryne and the Empty. Ryne herself was given her own new life when Minfilia passed on her power, and the ability to make her own destiny -- and she used that power to revitalize a barren wasteland. My first version of this shot had a photoshopped in central star, but I decided to revisit the concept with an in game effect for the star instead. Helios provided what I needed, with the fun extra benefit of some additional rainbows (happy pride!). Attempts: 3. Difficulty: 3/10. Nothing crazy beyond trying to find a good angle to get the star in the shot, as well as Eden and the rainbow crystal. Second attempt I messed up the framing and had to redo it again.

18. The Moon: The card of dreams, fear, anxiety, and secrets, Gaia is perfect here (and a lovely companion to Ryne as the Star), though I did briefly consider Urianger as well. I wanted to have Gaia on the sand, with the moon hanging between the crystal walls of the Empty above her, but the angles would NOT cooperate to allow me to get the moon in the shot. So, levitation was the only answer. Fortunately it suits Gaia well, especially the distance that it evokes. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 6/10. I hate midair posing.

19. The Sun: Another card that sprang fully formed into my mind. Joy and fulfillment is symbolized by Lyse enjoying the morning light in a free Ala Mhigo, thinking of Papalymo. It also allowed me to get both of these very different characters into a single card, as they are very much a package deal, though I did consider Papalymo for the Hierophant as well. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 2/10. Came together very quickly.

20. Judgement: The last two cards of the Major Arcana are very high concept, with very lofty ideals, so they felt hard to pin down. I thought of doing both my WoLs here, or maybe Elidibus with his three forms for light, dark, and balance. But ultimately I ended up on Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus, as the sort of "final judgement" before the battle with the endsinger, the last step before everything ends. Their literal rebirth, the resolution of Emet-Selch's conflict with the WoL, the not-redemption but understanding reached, our efforts judged worthy -- it all just seemed to fit. The card design is simple but I hope the colors and emotion of the scene carry the weight of the arcana. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 2/10. No major roadblocks.

21. The World: At last we arrive at the end, not only the last posted but the last taken as well. I always knew I wanted Venat/Hydaelyn for this card, as she is the literal heart of our world, as well as an Azem who has reached the end of her journey, as Ardbert was one who was at the beginning of his all the way back at the Fool. But when I didn't use Elidibus anywhere else, I decided to add him here as well, since he also served as the heart of the star for a time. Light and dark united together, watching over Etheirys. The one who destroyed our world in order to save it, and the one who saved our world only to try to destroy it. Perfect symmetry, a completion of the circle. Attempts: 1. Difficulty: 9/10. I had to stitch together 3 separate screenshots in photoshop, with the fore and backgrounds cut apart so I could control the opacities separately. Probably the card that took me the longest, but it was worth it.

#ffxiv #ffxiv tarot #tarot #ffxiv gpose #had so much fun with this project #I've wanted to do it for years #I'll link this on twitter in a couple days but y'all get it early

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imcringeonpurpose · 1 year ago

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the idea that Martyn takes on Ren and Scott's dog and sea monster characteristics is really serotonin-giving to me because could you imagine Ren's absolute delight when he first finds out?

"You're a dog hybrid?" he would ask. Martyn would turn to him and get very confused.

"Of course not," he'd say. And Ren would gesture to his very obvious dog ears and tail. Martyn dashes to the mirror and gapes in astonishment. He shakes his head, puzzled, and turns to Ren. "I.. I don't know what's going on."

Ren finds it absolutely adorable, claiming that his Hand's devotion to him clearly inspired this physical show of alliance and outright loyalty. Martyn would deny each claim Ren makes, and the rest of the server just assumes he's a dog hybrid.

The assumption is further proven when Martyn and Cleo have their very souls tied together, and Martyn's physical appearance doesn't shift in the slightest. If anything, his dog attributes heighten, him developing sharp fangs, claws, and his dog ears slowly move down from his head and merge with his human ears.

Martyn's hybridity doesn't come up until another Series. Once again, they're pulled from their worlds, ripped from their realities, forced into one arena. This time, they're told to fight and kill and desperately grasp for each passing second of life and blood.

Martyn and Scott find a sliver of peace together, and for the first time since 3rd Life, Martyn's physical features change. It's very slow at first - a few yellow scales on his forearm and neck, his dog ears begin to grow serrated edges...

And then, like with Ren, one day they wake up to a full-blown pufferfish hybrid, and Scott cannot wrap his head around it.

"I thought you were a dog hybrid," he'll say. And Martyn will just shake his head, tired of the speculation and the questioning. Scott will persist, and he will ask, "Are you a changeling?"

"No," Martyn will say. He will take his axe from his inventory and heft it in his hands. Despite his dog claws, despite his new pufferfish spikes on his knuckles, he will continue to fight with the axe Ren had given him all those lives ago. "Just a knight."

#:]#ficlet #i guess #headcanon #3rd life #double life #limited life #treebark #mean gills #martyn inthelittlewood #zombiecleo #scott smajor #rendog #renthedog

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acre-of-wheat · 2 years ago

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Everyone ready for an unhinged theory about The Gales from Willow 2022?

So obviously they’re a dark mirror for our protagonists, and they function like a lot of teams of baddies in media-- they tie up each character in combat scenes by either having skills that subvert what the heroes are good at, or are simply just better at the same skills the heroes have.

Have a fast and dexterous fighter like Kit? Throw the Scourge at her and it overpowers anything she throws at it. Have a knight commander in full armor? Toss the Lich at him and have it bamf out of existence every time he swings his sword at it.

But I think there’s more to them than being battle foils for the characters. When Elora and Kit are hemmed in by the Gales and Airk, he tells them that the Gales are, “not what you think they are.”

So much of Willow has to do with the past, and choices, visions and alternate futures, recursions and cursed blood. I think that the Gales actually are our heroes, from a time when they gave into the Crone’s temptations.

Spoilers under the cut.

The Lich / Graydon Hastur

There’s a lot going on with Graydon.

First, his scar. I think it’s pretty obvious that there’s something magic going on here, and my guess is that it is a seal meant to prevent whatever possessed Graydon in the first place from popping out again.

I’m going to hazard a guess that whatever is still inside him is where his magic comes from. Magic apparently comes in several colors, but it does seem to at least partially relate to who is casting it, and what the spell is.

Willow and Elora’s natural colors are green, which you can see in the training montages and in Elora’s battle with the crone. Red appears to be pretty obviously bad.

Something happens to Elora’s magic color when she casts a Nekotic spell the Crone taught her though. The color turns darker, and goes blue.

Graydon’s “natural” spell color seems to be purple, and it doesn’t change based on what he casts, even when he fights the Crone and uses a spell that sounds very Nekotic.

I think it’s only a matter of time before the influence of the Wyrm makes Graydon’s spell work go fully red.

I also think his scar/seal is spreading. During the trek across the shattered sea, Graydon begins to learn magic. We know from Willow that magic takes a toll on the body, and we see that a bit with Graydon during a conversation with Elora.

She tells him not to scratch at something, and Graydon pulls his shirt aside to look, very carefully not revealing what it is. It’s worth noting that this is not on the side that he was injured on, so it’s not that “acting up.” Instead, I think it’s the seal spreading as he uses more and more magic, thinning the line between him and whatever possessed him.

If the scar continues to spread, perhaps Graydon might come to look like the Lich that we know-- covered completely in scar tissue.

The Doom / Jade Claymore

This is the one that initially got the gears turning, and all because of the weapons involved.

Throwing stars are only used by two characters in the show, and it seems like such an odd choice. Not daggers, axes, or javelins, but throwing stars. The Bone Reavers and the Tir Asleen knights don’t seem to use them, so they’re not a cultural practice that Jade might be familiar with. They aren’t used in the original movie either. Jade uses them once in battle, and then once during a training scene which doesn’t seem to have any story significance other than to remind us that she has them.

The only other character to use such a distinctive weapon is the Doom, when attacking the silt sleigh.

Because we’re talking about weapons, it’s worth noting that the Doom dual wields metal whips. Until the last episode, the only one of our heroes to dual wield her weapons is Jade, when she uncouples her sword from its staff/sheath

Speaking of distinctive, the Doom’s dark metal face plate is pretty unique, but we do know another character who wears a face mask into battle-- a battle that took some of Jade’s innocence with it.

I also really like the symbolism of the Doom’s first fight being with Kit and Sorsha, the very people Jade is most adamant about protecting.

The Dag / Kit Tanthalos

This one feels like a fairy-tale curse. What does Kit’s dream mother offer her? Freedom, a chance to go wherever she wants. In the usual wicked twist of irony, why not make that freedom both symbolic and literal by transforming her into a bird creature? Rootless, homeless, chasing after who she used to be and the girl she used to love.

The Scourge / Thraxus Boorman

This one doesn’t have much to go on-- they’re both tall, beefy dudes? The only thing that might be symbolic is that we know Boorman would rather jump off the edge of the world than have an intimate conversation-- what better way to avoid intimacy than to have a spiked cage around your head?

#willow #kit tanthalos #jade claymore #elora danan #graydon hastur #thraxus boorman #willow spoilers #willow 2022

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crabs-with-sticks · 2 months ago

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Happy friday! For Cor & Rica Brosca, "to the world we dream about and the one we live in now" (from the Hadestown prompts)

In which Rica knows and supports her lesbian sister, even though said sister has not completely figured out the whole lesbian thing. Also, now I'm thinking of a Cass and Cor romance book club... they would definitely have similar tastes methinks

@dadrunkwriting

Cor was stretched out on the bed, laying on her back and holding up a copy of the newest book she had managed to snag. She was in the tiny backroom she shared with Rica. Her sister was there as well, set up by their makeshift vanity. She had her weapons of war spread out before her- the makeup, the jewellery and the small mirror shard which she could check herself in.

Cor had her eyes locked onto the text of the book, even as she stumbled over the words. “Oh Rica! This is just so romantic!”

Her sister looked over her shoulder at her, smiling. “Oh? Do tell.”

Rolling over to rest her tired arms Cor grinned back at her. “Well you remember how in the last issue we read, that the merchant girl had gotten falsely accused of poisoning?”

“If I recall a section of the nobles were using her as a scapegoat. Or was that just our theory?” Her tone was upbeat, but it was still the tone used for humouring one’s younger sister. Even if that sister was a grown woman with an axe in the corner of the room.

“Yes! Exactly! And I haven’t been able to find issue 37 so I’m not quite sure what happens in between, but this is the 38th issue and the knight is performing a daring prison break for her! He’s fighting through all the guards to get to her! Risking death or being sent to the legion!”

Rica giggled, “ooh that does sound dramatic.”

“And her friend, you remember, the woman who was secretly from the noble caste but hiding among the merchants because of assassins? Well she is working in the background to prove Nerana’s innocence!”

Rica looked at her somewhat blankly. “Wait who was this friend again?”

Cor was tempted to throw a pillow at Rica, but she didn’t dare knocking over any of the hard bought makeups. She settled with a withering glare. “Don’t play dumb Rica, you know she’s my favourite. She’s so intelligent and brave and she has so much character depth! Her inner turmoil between wanting to help her best friend over wanting to keep herself.”

Rica laughed, sweet and lilting, but not teasing. “You sound half in love with her yourself.”

Cor frowned and felt a tangle building in her stomach. “Well you will too when you hear her speech from this volume. Listen!”

“I am listening!” Rica protested.

“Well listen harder, because this is important. Where is it…oh here!” She cleared her throat and begun her halting recitation. “My sweet Nerana, oh how I long to be by your side! How my breath does ache to see you so wrongfully accused. And though I have fought and sacrificed much for my own life, how can I, in good conciousness, allow such a pure soul as yours to go so soon to the ancestors. What I would give to see you safe my darling.’ Isn’t that just wonderful?”

Rica smiled, “I think I might want her to end up the Nerana in the end. Forget this knight fellow. Sure he can cleave through prison guards, but could his heart sing such sweet melodies?”

Cor glared at Rica, “now you’re just making fun of me.”

“I am not!”

“They’re friends Rica! Let me enjoy their friendship.”

“Alright…” she said, trailing off with a smile.

“Thank you.”

“You still haven’t changed my mind about them ending up together though. I think that world would be a nice one to dream of.”

Cor rolled over to face the wall frowning. “Yeah well we live in this one.”

#dadwc #dragon age #fanfiction #oc: cor brosca #rica brosca #dao

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katyspersonal · 4 months ago

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Today's SoTE adventures! Hoooo boy that was awesome!! Too bad I have to interrupt to cook food and stuff but

1) So, I continued going down the road through Mausoleum where I defeated Rakshasa yesterday! But first attempted to snipe the hyppo enemies with a greatbow.. Barely reduced their health because I had whole 8 arrows and 4 of them only served to attract them to snipeable distance 🤡 I'll get them later..... :/

2) I ended up going all the way down! And it was a combo string of me thinking one thing but it was another!! So my objective was to get to that mysterious missing spot on the map. I went all the way down on a small island and saw catacombs, assuming I went to the wrong place because it is caves or mines that can lead to another location entirely, not catacombs! Then I went there in that very dark catacomb and as soon as I saw Fulgurbloom and a big talisman I assumed it was yet another Death catacomb that'd be mirroring previous two but no! Light puzzles and no Death. THEN I assumed 'there is no way the boss is anything but Knight of Death' but NO!!!

IT WAS LIKE, A CLERIC OR SOMETHING (inquisitor actually) THAT WAS REALLY HARD TO BEAT AND KEPT SUMMONING MORE AND MORE OTHER CLERICS LIKE SLIM AND FAT AS GHOSTS AND THEY WERE LIKE HOLDING THAT ONE CANDLESTICK-LIKE SYMBOL AND PILING UP GFGFHGHGB I really wish I took screenshots during the fight but I was too busy getting my ass kicked IT WAS REALLY FUN THOUGH I WON LITERALLY THE LAST SECOND WHAT IN THE DEACONS OF THE DEEP WAS THAT SHIT LOOOOLLLLL

And as if that was all not enough, turned out that WAS an actual way to the new location!! I got that right 😎

3) I however apparently missed at least two secrets in that catacomb.. I saw the ladder that I didn't know how to access, and I didn't understand the deal with an item where that big shooting Imp was. All I got was this:

Guess I'll have to watch tutorial or ask my friends like the annoying completions jerk that I am x)

4) Soooo I ran into this message when I wanted to hop on the boulder:

I saw a screenshot of this before but didn't know the context!

Meanwhile, I was looking around and thinking that the fire cracks layout was looking a LOT like Frenzied Flame. Damn, I feel like that was what scared Torrent since he pretty much burns alive in FF ending and JUST SO I DON'T HAVE ANY DOUBTS LEFT GODDAMN RATS THAT DEAL FRENZY ATTACKED ME LET'S GOOOOOO (or not ffgghfgg)

5) So on my way further there, I defeated a pretty annoying invader, just barely, and.......

*SLAMS MY FISTS AGAINST THE TABLE* THIS

*BREAKS TABLE WITH AN AXE* THIS FUCKING SHIT IS

*THROWS THE TABLE IN THE WINDOW* SHIT LIKE THIS IS EXACTLY AND I MEAN EXACTLY

*THROWS A GRENADE TOWARDS WHERE THE TABLE WAS THROWN* SHIT LIKE THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I CAN NOT EVER LOSE RESPECT TO MIYAZAKI AS A WRITER HOLY SHIT *THROWS MYSELF OUT OF THE WINDOW TOO*

Gfhgyyggyuyb I already cried a bitter tear of being Seen @ Undestood when Miyazaki managed to squeeze his trademark loathing for those who commit atrocities under belief in their sainthood in a talisman Queelign dropped, but this too.. Like yeah, I can absolutely confirm that being hunted as "heretic" by your own is the most insanity-inducing thing. I have seen what it did with another person, I have experienced this too and honestly I can't be bitter about lolrandom ship choice with Radahn or whatever on Miyazaki's side as long as he sneaks addressing this kind of stuff in his works. He actually GETS it.. This very specific grievance with human species in general that I don't see acknowledged on this level anywhere else. I feel seen ;-;

6) Also the map too!

I am going to make a wild prediction that Midra and the boys were also unfairly slandered like heretics and so the despair festered to the point of him (?) being contacted by the Three Fingers the same way Marika was contacted by the Two Fingers after her own tragedy 🤔 Listen it is not like I've had everything spoiled, I am just trying to guess! Lol I bet that the Hornsent clerics/saints/inquisitors/whatever are now looking at this land being tormented by Frenzy and go like "well see how much Midra overreacted, it was a good call to bully him :т" like you know, in the classic fashion of witch hunters completely missing the fact that they've created their own enemy. Dipshits.

(Ok sorry for getting too emotional on this bit, those three of you who followed my blog for a long time probably know why I am so occupied with this topic -_- Granted, Miyazaki already did the topic with the Nomads so maybe now he will try an alternative route and have people in this place being actually guilty? I'll see!)

7) There were strangely places on the corner of the map where rain started and ended quick, without any reason xd

I wonder why it is like this? Probably a mapping bug but it feels for me as though something is protecting this land from completely burning this way! Based if intentional!

8) Not gonna lie, I've gotten a little nervous when I've picked this thing:

Winter Lantern? oMgggg LiKe iN bLooDbOrNe IS THIS A BB REFERENCE 👀 cfhkgjhuh

Okay, but so pattern looked familiar and I suddenly remembered a creature I've seen in a trailer o_o So yeah, I just knew it was not going to be a huge pain in the ass soon 🙄

9) And I fucking died lol gfbgg

Honestly I don't know if I am mistaken, but I don't recall seeing a healthbar of this thing! It seems like all hits had no effects so maybe I did something wrong, I don't know.. I'll figure out what to do later I guess

So yes, not too much progress but a lot of emotions! One of the biggest "holy shit I love this DLC" moments so far after that pretty hard battle!

#elden ring #elden ring dlc #sote spoilers #screenshots #gameplay log

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2baddiesfanfics · 3 months ago

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The Best Medicine

Pairing: Jean x Lisa

Tags: First Time, Hurt/Comfort, Scars, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Self-Doubt

Summary:

When Jean comes back injured from a mission, Lisa, as always, is the one to patch her back up. After instructing the Acting Grand Master to take it easy…of course, she doesn’t. The mage comes back to check on her, and attempts to help ease Jean’s worries about her appearance. Reassuring her that scars are not something to be ashamed of, Lisa shows her beauty is so much more than how one looks.

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“Damn it! I almost had-OW! Ow! SHIT! Lisa, give me a moment,” Jean shouted as the mage tried to clean her wound as carefully as she could.

“I’m doing my best here, darling, but you really got yourself in quite the jam this time,” Lisa replied with a reproachful click of her tongue.

Jean winced as she felt the disinfecting liquid Lisa had concocted seep into one of the many open cuts on her shoulder. The commission from the Adventurer’s Guild had seemed simple enough. All she had to do was escort a high-ranking diplomat visiting from Liyue to Mondstadt. No big deal - she could do quests like that in her sleep.

What she hadn’t foreseen was an impromptu encounter with a Blazing Axe Mitachurl. In a desperate attempt to slice off one of its arms, she’d miscalculated its reach and took a hit. It was deep, but thankfully hadn’t reached bone. Jean let out the breath she’d been holding.

“Sorry, Lisa. I appreciate your help. It’s just…so frustrating. If I had thought things through a little more, I wouldn’t have come back looking like this.” She closed her eyes, ashamed of how weak this must make her look in the eyes of one of her closest coworkers.

Lisa sensed Jean could probably use some time to herself. “Sweetie, it’s ok. We all have our moments. You can’t win them all…though I know you think you ought to,” she said as she lightly rubbed her back. “I’ll be right down the hall if you need anything. Don’t you dare jump back into paperwork. You’re done for the day. I better not hear a single scribble of a quill. Do you hear me?”

The corner of Jean’s mouth twitched up in a knowing smirk. “I’ll try my best,” she murmured. Lisa rolled her eyes and smiled back as she took her leave.

Jean winced as she rose to her feet after hearing the door click shut. Walking over to the mirror on the opposite side of the room, she carefully examined the damage. She was no stranger to cuts, bangs, and bruises. This was all in a day’s work for a Knight of Favonius. It was inevitable - what she had signed up for.

Thankfully, Lisa was extremely skilled in creating various brews to help patch her up every time she came back with some new injury. The Acting Grand Master didn’t know what she’d do without her. While her potions always took away aches and pains, no amount of magic would be able to dissolve the scars left behind. Jean tenderly traced her newest badge of honor with the tips of her fingers.

What’s one more? Not like anyone but me will see it anyway.

She’d been hurt physically plenty of times. Emotionally…she’d rather not talk about it. Traces on her body she could deal with. The heart was another matter. She didn’t have the time or energy to maintain an intimate relationship, and, despite the pride she took in her job, there was a part of her that had always been self-conscious about the toll her role took on her body.

Shaking her head clear, she swiftly covered her bare shoulder and considered what she could do to distract herself from such thoughts. “Hmm…I’ve still got some time. What’s the harm in filling in a couple more signatures?” She took a seat at her desk and began sorting through the never-ending stack of papers that needed her attention.

A couple of hours had passed since Lisa last checked in on Jean. She didn’t want to seem like she was doting on her, but the mage was always worried she was constantly putting the well-being of the citizens of Mondstadt before her own.

It couldn’t hurt to just take a peek, right? Someone needs to make sure she’s not suffering because archons know she won’t stop once she starts.

She approached Jean’s office once more and pushed the door open just a crack. Sure enough, there she was elbows deep in a stack of requests that had come in that morning while she was out.

That woman! She never listens to me, I swear!

Her eyes drifted to the wounded shoulder she had helped treat earlier. A quiet gasp escaped her as she noticed the bleeding had started once more and was staining her undershirt. Jean was concentrating so hard she hadn’t even noticed.

Lisa slipped through, locking the door behind her. She knew she was the only person Jean didn’t mind sharing moments of vulnerability with, and didn’t want Kaeya or, even worse, Klee, to see her in such a state.

As silently as she could, she approached her from behind. Sliding her arms around her waist, she felt Jean jump in surprise.

“Lisa? What’s wrong? You scared me! I didn’t even hear you come in.”

Lisa pulled her into her, resting her forehead delicately on her back. “Dear…I thought I told you no more work for the day. Look, you’ve aggravated your injury. Let me see…”

“Oh, I didn’t…” Jean’s voice drifted off and caught in her throat as she felt Lisa’s fingers move her undershirt off her shoulder and affectionately trace the skin there. Lisa had always been the one to treat her as more of an equal, but this time something felt…different. Her heart was thudding in her chest at the feeling of being treated so…gently. Like she wasn’t the invincible Acting Grand Master, but a normal woman who had been hurt.

“Lisa, this really isn’t necessary…I-I still have work to do.” She wanted to kick herself for how her voice faltered. There hadn’t been many times in her life that she’d cried in front of another person, but that total was about to rise. She could feel a burn in her throat as she tried to hold back tears.

“Shhhh. Jean…please. Let me take care of you,” she whispered as she muttered a healing incantation to clean the cut for good. Once it had stitched itself back up, Jean shivered as she felt Lisa’s soft lips on her shoulder.

“Lisa…” Jean couldn’t stop herself from moaning at the unfamiliar but welcome feeling.

Kissing around the bruised skin of her new injury, Lisa slowly guided Jean out of her top. “L-Lisa…wait…we…I haven’t,” Jean couldn’t find her words as she softened under the mage’s touch. This was something she’d wanted for ages but had locked away in the depths of her mind thinking it impossible. How could someone as stunning as Lisa ever find a woman as rough and marred as her desirable?

“Shh…I know, sweetie. You don’t need to explain yourself. I’ve got you,” Lisa whispered into her ear. With a snap of her fingers, the curtains on the windows in the office snapped shut. The blankets and pillows scattered on the couch flew over to where they stood and landed neatly on the rug next to them.

Slowly turning to face Lisa, Jean looked into the violet eyes shining back at her. “May I continue, or do you want to stop?” Lisa asked.

Unable to formulate into words how she never wanted her to stop, she settled for a nod of her head. Lisa cupped her face and calmly brought her lips to hers. Jean thought her heart was going to explode. She had pictured this same scenario many, many times in the privacy of her quarters, but hadn’t imagined how much better the real thing would actually feel.

When she pulled away, Jean licked her lips, savoring the taste. The flavor of black tea and Wolfhook lingered on her taste buds. With a giggle, Lisa leaned in and captured her tongue with hers as she unclasped Jean’s belt and started to unbutton her pants.

Pulling away slightly out of embarrassment, Jean stammered, “I-I can do it.”

Lisa placed a tender kiss on her cheek. “Very well, dear. I’ll make things comfortable down here.” With a wave of her hand, she rearranged the blankets and pillows to her liking as Jean stripped out of the rest of her clothes. Stealing a glimpse of herself in the mirror once more, Jean couldn’t help but wince.

Scars marred her body in an endless roadmap, and she was now acutely aware of how awful she must look to Lisa. Years of fighting battles had taken their toll, and she was sure this was just Lisa’s way of showing she felt sorry for her. Picking up one of the blankets, she draped it over herself to try and mitigate the amount of skin on display.

“Ok lovely, I think we’re just about ready. Go ahead and get comfortable. This way your back doesn’t rub itself raw on the carpet and we won’t have to stop to patch you back up again,” Lisa said as she placed her hat on the desk and removed her own clothes.

Jean propped herself up against the pillows and clutched the blanket to her chest. Slack-jawed, she stared in bewilderment at Lisa in all her unblemished glory. She bore no signs of severe struggle or miscalculated accidents. A deep red washed over Jean’s face as she gawked at the mage’s perfect form.

“Sweetie…can you remove the blanket? I want to see all of you,” Lisa requested as she lay down to join her.

Jean sheepishly did as she was told and glanced down at the floor. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes.

“Jean! Love, what’s the matter? We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable…” Lisa gently tilted Jean’s chin upwards and guided her to meet her gaze.

Tears streamed down Jean’s face. “You’re…so perfect. And I look like a disaster. Nobody wants to see these,” she sobbed as she held up her arm as an example.

Lisa wiped away her tears and leaned in for a kiss. Guiding her to lean back further, she kissed down her neck to her shoulder where she catered to her newest mark. As she traced each scar, memories of how Jean got them flooded both of their minds.

Ribs. Protecting Klee from one of her bombs gone awry. Hip. Shielding Lisa from a Fatui agent. Back. Not from running away, but from guarding the city both of them loved and called home.

Jean gasped at each touch. Lisa nuzzled her legs open and sat between them as she took in the sight below her. “Your scars tell the story of who you are, dear. They sing of your bravery and chivalrous deeds as a knight. There’s nothing wrong with them or you, love,” Lisa reassured her as she kissed her once again…only this time with more intensity.

Lisa’s hand wandered to Jean’s breast and kneaded it, eliciting a moan from her. She descended to her other breast, taking her nipple in her mouth. Jean brought her hand to her face so no sounds would escape and betray her vulnerability.

“Let go, Jean. I put a silencing spell on the room. No one can hear us, and we can’t hear them. Allow yourself to relax and enjoy this,” Lisa chastised. Jean could feel static emanating off Lisa’s tongue and pulses of electro from her fingertips as she teased her.

Letting her hand fall to her side, the Acting Grand Master moaned Lisa’s name and wrapped her legs around her waist. “My, my…for someone who has never done this, you sure know what you want,” Lisa said with a giggle as she ghosted her hand down Jean’s toned body. The static coming off her fingers caused goosebumps to rise across her skin.

Finally, she met with the slick bud between her thighs. Electro lightly pulsed against her clit adding pressure to the sensitive area.

“Oooh, Lisa!” Jean groaned in surprise.

“Just trust me, cutie,” Lisa seductively whispered as she peppered kisses up and down Jean’s neck.

She could feel Jean’s arousal building, her slick already coating her fingers and dripping down her palm. Lisa prodded one finger at her entrance. Jean’s breath hitched at the feeling of the unfamiliar intrusion. The mage gently thrust one digit in and out of her, and, hearing Jean’s unmistakable reaction, added another.

“That’s my good girl. You’re taking me so well,” Lisa encouraged as she curled her fingers and quickened her pace. After a few more thrusts, she found the spot she knew would make Jean teeter on the edge.

“L-Lisa…s-something feels different,” Jean panted as she clenched around Lisa’s fingers.

“Just go with it, sweetie. You’re almost there,” Lisa reassured her. With a few more pumps of her wrist, Jean’s body shook. Her back arched off the pillows as her orgasm coursed through her. Lisa whispered words of encouragement and reassurance to help guide her through the new sensations.

“That’s right, baby. I’m here,” she said as she held Jean close. She’d never seen the leader of the Knights of Favonius looking so…vulnerable. Although she knew Jean was inexperienced physically, it hadn’t escaped her notice that she consistently borrowed from the library’s collection of romance novels.

Lisa had always admired the Acting Grand Master, but admiration soon evolved into a longing for more than close friendship. If she could get her to experience how deeply she cared for her, perhaps Jean’s perspective of herself might also change. Was it so hard for her to believe she, too, was worthy of the love found in those tales she was so infatuated with?

Her focus snapped back to Jean when she heard her mutter something.

“Sorry, sweetie. What were you saying?”

Jean looked up at her, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. Lisa felt her pulse surge. Seeing her mussed up like this was extremely arousing - normally Jean took pride in always looking prim and proper, as befitted a knight of her standing.

She cleared her throat, clearly fighting through embarrassment. “…it’s your turn.” Lisa’s melodious laughter filled the room while Jean looked at her in confusion.

“Ha! I’m sorry, love! You’re just so…cute,” she explained as she tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “It’s ok, really. I just wanted to help you feel a bit better after such a rough mission. You don’t need to feel obligated to repay me.” Lisa placed a kiss on her forehead.

She was taken by surprise when she felt Jean shift beside her. “Wait, what are you doing? Jean, I just said it wasn’t necessary,” the mage chastised as Jean moved to straddle her hips.

“As a knight, it’s my duty to repay your kindness with my own,” Jean said with newfound confidence. “That being said…you’ll have to let me know if what I’m doing is not to your liking. I’m…I don’t…”

Lisa put a finger to her lips, interrupting her. “It’s ok. You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Jean. We’ll take it slow,” she reassured her. Jean nodded her head in understanding. She knew what she lacked in experience, she made up for in theory. Years of reading steamy scenes in books had taught her well…she just didn’t have anyone to put these techniques to the test with - until now.

Taking a deep breath, she mustered every ounce of courage she could. You’ve fought a variety of monsters all across Teyvat. You’ve got this, Jean. Her tongue slithered out from between her lips to take Lisa’s finger into her mouth. Lisa’s eyebrows shot up…this was certainly not what she expected. The warm wetness of her lips wrapping around the digit that had previously been soaked with Jean’s own arousal was too much even for her.

“Jean…” she moaned. Clearly, she knew more than she initially let on. Lisa’s response was better than she could have hoped for and continued to ease her apprehension. Grabbing her wrist, she pulled her forward and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. Lisa could swear she must be under some sort of spell. Her head swam as the fresh scent of dandelions and Whopperflower nectar permeated her senses.

See? This isn’t that hard! Just go with what you’ve read and surely you’ll satisfy her. Jean tried to shut off her inner monologue as she fought against her doubts. She hesitated shortly, drumming up anticipation for her next move. Lisa’s bottom lip slipped between Jean’s teeth as she stole panting breaths between kisses, and she took this as an invitation to give into her baser desires. Biting down slightly, Lisa let out a high-pitched whine of pleasure.

Jean put the one thing she was proud of, her strength, to good use. Pushing Lisa into the fluffy pillows behind her, she felt a need to convince the mage that - despite how inexperienced she may be - she wouldn’t break at the slightest touch. The two weren’t rough with each other by any means - but there was now an urgency behind Jean’s movements. A desperate need to prove herself worthy of someone like her.

Lisa looked up at her through lust-glazed eyes and Jean felt encouraged to take the next step. She took her time exploring the unknown territory beneath her, and Lisa urged her every step of the way.

“Ooooo, Jean, yesssss…just like that. That’s perfe-ahhhh,” she whispered as she spurred her on. The Acting Grand Master tested various movements, teasing, licking, and sucking every possible inch of her skin. She wanted to etch Lisa’s perfect breasts, slim waist, and sturdy hips into her memory in the event this would be her first and only experience in intimacy with someone she loved and trusted so deeply.

Soon, she found herself nestled between her legs. Her lips met the tender skin of her inner thigh and Lisa sighed deeply. Good…that must mean I’m doing something right, thank the archons…

She could feel Lisa squirming beneath her every touch, and she felt bad for keeping her waiting this long. Kissing up her thigh, her mouth descended to her warm, wet core. Tasting her arousal on her tongue, she couldn’t help but let out a moan herself. Unbeknownst to her, the vibration this sent up Lisa’s spine made her jolt upright, and Jean could feel her hand gripping the top of her head.

“Fuck! Jean!”

Her tongue worked furiously to lick up every bit of slick she could find. She could hardly believe she was the cause of this. Lisa’s legs held her in a vice grip, and she could tell she was about to reach the peak. Applying more pressure with her mouth, Lisa came shouting Jean’s name.

Jean couldn’t help but smile. Clearly, she wasn’t as bad at this as she thought she’d be.

“That was incredible, dear! But…oh my! I’ve made a mess of your face,” she teased. “Here, let me help you clean it up.” Jean turned a deep red as she realized what Lisa meant. Their lips met once more, Lisa slowly lapping up what remained of her juices.

The two lay down, hands laced together as they stared at the ceiling. “So…Lisa. Am I to assume I’ve repaid my debt to you?” Lisa let out a chuckle. Everything was always so transactional with the knight.

“Sweetie…you’re kidding, right? This has nothing to do with tit for tats. I’m hoping this won’t be the last time we use your office like this,” she said with a wink. Jean’s heart swelled. This wasn’t just a heated moment of passion, but perhaps the start of something more.

“You know you’re always welcome here,” she smiled back.

“Only now that I know you know what you’re doing, we’ll have to really put you to the test. I wonder what you’re capable of when you’re not injured,” Lisa murmured. “I’m definitely going to have to order more of those romance novels for the library.”

Jean looked at her and couldn’t help but laugh. Resting her head on her shoulder, she finally felt at ease.

Forget Mitachurls…this woman is going to be the death of me.

#fanfic #fanfiction #fic #wlw #genshin #genshin impact #hoyoverse #jean gunnhildr #jean genshin impact #jean x lisa #lisa x jean #jeanlisa #lisa minci #mihoyo #mondstadt #coworkers

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divinationrose · 1 month ago

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I'm thinking of starting a business with a friend! Any insight into how we'll do? You're awesome! Thank you!

Hii again @ramensauce2pointoh-blog 😄

Sorry taken me a minute to get around to this of course! I also did some oracle cards too just to clarify for you 🤗

As usual please remember I'm still developing my abilities, I can't guarantee accuracy as I'm still new to all this, but please leave me feedback wether in the future to how it turns out if you go ahead 😄

Vision read before starting -

The first vision I see is a shiny new pick axe, which tells me this is going to be hard work and a lot of grafting to get this off the ground!

The next vision I see is an arrow on a wheel, it rotates all the way around slowly to the down position and then springs back up, which tells me you may be off to a slow start, but eventually it will pick up, and be successful!

The I see a roaring lion - This represents to me, perseverance, strength and resilience. Which tells me that you need to persevere, and push through to reach your goals with this.

Your tarot read -

King of pentacles which is a fantastic card on this read as it signifies material wealth and financial success!

You have the skills to make the business a success, which is a great card to get in this read, you need to trust you have the skills to make this success as it will be, by the looks of it, if you go ahead!

Four of swords - This card urges taking a step back and making sure that everything is in place as needed, business plan, research and your current financial situation is all orderly before heading into this venture, make sure you have everything planned out basically, before rushing in an instant.

The magician - This card means its a great time to start a business, your drive and passion is there, and is the perfect time to put your energy into it!

Knight of wands - This card is very similar to the above in a sense that you're feeling very ambitious right now, and urges you that although you are ambitious you need to make sure you have a solid business plan before heading forwards with your venture!

Seven of swords - This card urges you to pride honesty and intergity with your business dealings, to have good stable trust with any partners and customers and to make sure it's ethical.

Seven of pentacles - This is another successful card to get with a career read! This card is basically saying go for it! 🎉

Your oracle cards - spot on for the read actually!

Oracle - The mirror, self reflection, writer, big picture

The awakened dead - Resilience, Nirvana, Self appreciation

Growing pains - Healing, patience, unconcious

I've highlighted the parts from the oracle I think are relevant to you. Resilience is great as I had seen the lion beforehand and that's what it represented to me, patience, resilience and bigger picture. Set backs at the start I think this is urging you to see the bigger picture and keep pushing with it as it may be slow starting and the growing pains.

From this read, I think you should definitely go for it, but make sure everything is above board business plan wise and financially before and during. From what I can gather it will be successful 😄👏

Much love 😄💕

#I will try get one done a day ^^#tarot

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agentrouka-blog · 5 months ago

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"Last of all the dogs would come sniffing, lean and hungry, the feral pack that was never far behind the khalasar."- Dany(AGOT). The pair of dogs here has some similarities with Ramsey hounds. Thoughts?

It's probably part of a broader metaphor in which dogs almost always assume the role of knights (obedient servants of violence) or soldiers.

They are, interestingly, often placed in antagonistic roles toward wolves, for good or bad. Dogs are also generally placed in a negative light with Daenerys, used as an insult in various contexts, and she later eats "unborn puppy" as a delicacy. There's Ramsay, the Cleganes, the wildling dogs fighting Ghost... In fact, perhaps the only positively connotated dog we ever see in the series is the eponymous Dog (a play on the Hound) protecting septon Meribald travelling the war-ravaged Riverlands, gentle with children. This true knight of a nameless dog "belongs to himself and the Seven", and is - tellingly - described in Brienne's POV chapter.

In your quoted scene, it's the feral state of the dogs that sticks out especially. These are not well-kept and trained working dogs, like Ramsay's "girls". They more closely mirror the Hound, post-Blackwater, or the "broken men" left over from the war. Scavengers in the aftermath of violence.

When the battle was done, Dany rode her silver through the fields of the dead. Her handmaids and the men of her khas came after, smiling and jesting among themselves. Dothraki hooves had torn the earth and trampled the rye and lentils into the ground, while arakhs and arrows had sown a terrible new crop and watered it with blood. Dying horses lifted their heads and screamed at her as she rode past. Wounded men moaned and prayed. Jaqqa rhan moved among them, the mercy men with their heavy axes, taking a harvest of heads from the dead and dying alike. After them would scurry a flock of small girls, pulling arrows from the corpses to fill their baskets. Last of all the dogs would come sniffing, lean and hungry, the feral pack that was never far behind the khalasar. (AGOT, Daenerys VII)

These dogs, descendents of domesticated pets that used to serve a purpose mostly likely, no longer receive human care. They follow behind to devour what is left over after the khalasar has had its fill of food or violence. The khalasar moves on with its plunder and slaves, they don't care about what they leave behind, so the dogs eat the corpses.

There is a sense of abandonment and decay in that image that we see mirrored in Westeros in the aftermath of the recent wars, too. These feral dogs depend on violence or waste to eat, there is no other place for them. And where there used to be shepherds and sheep and a replenishing lifestyle, glorious battle leaves corpses, flies, scavengers.

#animal symbolism #dogs in asoiaf #war #metaphors #anti daenerys targaryen #<- for filtering

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gerbiloftriumph · 5 months ago

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Lost and Found (ao3):

Grandpa's story of the goblin caves started out familiarly enough, but as he spoke, the story started to twist and change. New friends, new conversations, and new ways to use old items transformed the tale, and the young king discovered new ways to be brave in the dark tunnels beneath Daventry.

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An attempt to reinsert the cut lines from the subtitle file. Ch2 has a ton of cut content, and a lot of the lost dialogue is grand, but currently the only way to read it is in a contextless, barely legible slurry in the game files. I'm reconstituting it and fluffing it up and out to make it more accessible.

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“Goblins love stories so much that they force everyone around them to playact with them,” Grandpa said. “Do you remember all the stories the villagers were living?”

“Sure!” Gwendolyn counted them out on her fingers. “Wente and Bramble, the bakers, were in the Gingerbread Man. Amaya was the Big Bad Wolf, ready to blow down her house of sticks. The Hobblepots…um.”

“I was never sure either, but I like to think they were Hansel and Gretel, with their witchcraftery and interest in food, but I suppose any sort of witch in any fairy tale would do.”

“Like the witch in Jorinda and Joringel?”

“Now, where did you hear about a rare story like that?” Graham was impressed.

“Mom knows like, every story ever written, I bet.”

“The libraries in the Green Isles are quite extensive. Cassima must have had a good selection of books growing up.” Graham nodded at the mirror. “The goblins knew lots of good stories, too—there was another one that we didn’t talk about last time. A fairly famous fairy tale. I bet you know that one about Jack and the Beanstalk, right?”

“Of course, Grandpa.”

“The version you know probably didn’t have a giant that looked like this, though.”

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After being on a diet of vile squishy porridge for a couple days, getting some meat (of questionable origin, don’t think too hard about it) had given Graham a burst of energy that he desperately needed. He was prowling the upper levels of the spiraling stairs, trying to get past a grumbling goblin guard.

There was a rusty lever that he could push to activate some sort of alarm, making the mushrooms pulse in a bizarre way that he would forget to ask Muriel about. He fumbled in his pocket for the cobwebby rag, carefully folded on itself so the abnormally sticky web wouldn’t ruin his pockets. The spiders down here had to be unique to make something so sticky. He’d have to be careful not to run into any of them; no telling what sort of prey such things would like to eat.

But it was perfectly fine to use a little inventively, he thought, eying the puzzle before him. It was easy enough to trick the goblin guard into touching the lever with cobweb draped over it, temporarily trapping him in place. Graham slipped past while the poor guard struggled to untangle himself.

The new room soared around him, huge and echoey. Cool air pushed his curly hair around. Huge chasms yawned around him, and he cautiously kicked a pebble into one, listening to it plink and bounce against the rock sides. He wasn’t sure if he heard it land, or if it was just more echoes. Something dark and deep down there. Probably best avoided.

Ahead of him, a series of goblins were clustered around the base of a column, all looking up and chittering. One was swinging an axe. A tall line of thick vines was already half on the ground, chopped edges raw in the dim light. It looked like he’d been chopping for a while, but the others were pushing him aside and yelling and pointing up, like he’d forgotten to do something first.

And, standing at the top of the column, high above the goblins…Acorn.

Okay, not standing. He was lying prone on some platform up there, gripping the edge of the rock ledge for dear life, and even though Graham couldn’t make out an expression through that helmet, he could imagine the terrified look the knight had to be wearing.

“’Fee-fi-fo-fum.’ All right, I said it. Can I get down now?” He wailed, “I really, really don’t like heights!” The goblins ignored him. “All right, fine,” he said, shakily, and continued to recite, stiff as a child rehearsing a school play. “’Be he alive, or be he dead. I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.’ Ooh, yeah, that’s nasty. Wente would not like that.”

Graham could see a little sign next to the base of the column now, with a drawing of a beanstalk on it, and a little golden goose. Of course. Jack and the Beanstalk.

The goblin chosen to be Jack, wearing a tattered leather jerkin, had been chopping down the vines they must have used to haul Acorn up to the top of the platform. He twirled the rusty axe, and Graham’s fingers itched to get hold of it, to get it to Amaya, but he couldn’t risk such a move in front of the four or so goblins glaring at the axe-holder. They pointed aggressively again, and Graham could see a couple of golden painted things next to Acorn. A harp and…yes, a common duck, with what looked like glittery paint dumped on it. It squawked and landed on Acorn’s helmet. He hoped the duck would be okay with the paint on its wings, but it was already dripping off, so Graham suspected the paint was more water based than anything else.

Apparently, “Jack” was doing things out of order and had gotten too excited with the chopping down part. He’d forgotten to gather the giant’s treasures first. A scrambled fist fight was starting to break out between the players. Costume pieces were at risk, though they weren’t particularly quality pieces to begin with.

“If you let me down, I’ll knit you all sweaters,” Acorn said, swatting a hand briefly in the duck’s direction before clamping back down on the ledge. The duck fluttered back into place on his helmet and pecked at one of the horns on it. “Come on, fun size, you know you want a sweater. Or, at the very least, your Jack costume could use some work. Do you have any fabric allergies? I know a guy…if you’d let me down.”

Since the beanstalk vine ladder was now cut in half, there wasn’t much they could do to continue the game. They turned and walked off in a huff, still pulling on each other’s tattered cow ear headbands and stained costume tunics and normal helmets and snarling at each other. They ignored Graham completely. He stared after them, noting with vague disappointment that they were taking the axe with them. So much for that idea.

“Wait til Princess Madeline hears about this,” Acorn sighed. “Too bad she’s at music night. At least this will make a few good pages for my scrapbooking project. Helloooo! Is anyone else down there?”

“Acorn!”

“Princess Madeline, is that you?”

Graham hesitated. “Does it sound like Princess Madeline?”

“…no, I suppose not.” Acorn leaned a little further over the ledge, knuckles turning white against his grip as he tried to look down into the shadows. “King Graham? Is that you, little buddy?”

“Yeah! What are you doing up there?”

“Learning how to yodel. What do you think? I got pounced by goblins and dragged down here and they put me up here and I’m afraid of heights and I want to get down now.”

“How can you be afraid of heights? Aren’t you the tallest person in Daventry?”

“Somehow, that feels insensitive.”

“Sorry,” Graham said, smiling sheepishly. “But I’m not sure how to get you down. The goblins cut off the ladder.”

“I wish I had my trapping ropes, or something,” Acorn said glumly. “I didn’t think I’d need ‘em on a walk with Whisper. We were looking for a specific flower, for my paint dyes. It’s hard to see on a clear day, but it’s got a glowy edge to it when it gets wet, so, the rain, y’know. He wanted to come, ‘cos I use the dye to print the labels for his hair treatment line. But we didn’t get far outta town before we got jumped.”

“Whisper too?” Something was happening here. He just couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Why did it seem like all the friends he had in Daventry had been caught with him? It wasn’t like there weren’t other knights or villagers in Daventry. Cooper Smith, a man whose name and profession didn’t make much sense at all, hadn’t made an appearance down here, but Amaya and Acorn had. But. Why?

“Yeah, but I haven’t seen him for a while, we got split up in the dark and the tunnels and I dunno, maybe he got away. I sure didn’t, though. Would you hurry up and think of a way to get me down? I’m really just a sensitive artist, you know, I’m not built for whatever this thing is.”

“I’ll think of something,” Graham said.

“Hurry up!” Acorn glanced at the pile of treasures the goblins had left him. “I think I’d rather have a golden harp stolen from me more than my dignity,” he muttered.

Graham paced around the base of the split vines. The goblins had left behind a shovel, which he quickly claimed, though he wondered vaguely if a goblin might protest it as a potential weapon. The dirt was freshly disturbed. He curiously checked it, and he uncovered a handful of beans. “Oh, magic beans!”

(“Magic beans,” Gwendolyn repeated, emphasis on the beans.)

“You know those aren’t real, right?” Acorn said, looking on. “Real ones aren’t purple. Or glittery.”

“Never look a gift bean in the mouth,” Graham said, stuffing them in a pocket. “They could be really beanificial later.”

“I’d smack your feather hat right off your head for that if you were still wearing it. The crown looks nice, by the way. Bespoke craftsmanship. I wish I was into metalworking like that sometimes. But you know how it is. Gotta pick a craft and stick to it, else your closet’ll just fill up with unused tools.”

“It’s, uh. Well. Thanks.” Graham shifted it back on his head, feeling the weight of it again. Best to not get into it now, really. He ran a hand over the vines, but they seemed pretty mangled and destroyed. “I’m not sure I can fix this yet,” he said. “Acorn? Are you okay hanging around up there a little bit while I look for something to help?”

“No, I was thinking of going for a little stroll around the caves. Of course I’ll stay up here, Graham.”

“Uh. Right. Sorry. I’ll be back, I promise!”

“You’d better hurry up. Ya’ll are lucky the bull is retired, or else I might start throwin’ things.”

“Right, right. Sorry. I’ll find something, promise.” And he pushed deeper into the caves, Acorn muttering under his breath behind him.

~*~*~

Quite aside from Acorn’s tower, Graham found all kinds of fascinating things and places he would have loved to poke his nose into. But he couldn’t explore them all properly, distracted by the sound of a scuffle. He hurried past a room filled with strange hexagonal rocks, down a little dark side tunnel that he wouldn’t have even noticed if it hadn’t been for the racket beyond.

He hadn’t gotten far before he realized he recognized at least one of the voices.

“Don’t fret, little rock goblins. Whisper will sign all the things!”

“Oh no.” Graham started to run. Mushrooms kicked up iridescent spores as he dashed forward. They floated down gently behind him. He skidded around a bend, arm flung out to catch a stalactite that dripped nearly to the ground, spinning around the corner, boots scraping, and he slid to a halt, staring.

Whisper stood in the center of a surging pack of goblins, at least a dozen, all pushing and pulling and trying to get him to move, while he stood perfectly steady, giant signing pen in hand, scribbling on helmets with elaborate flourishes.

“No need to push, you crazy little fans,” he chided. “Don’t crowd! Don’t crowd! …okay, crowd. Whisper loves a crowd.”

“Oh, no.” Graham repeated, stepping back. They hadn’t noticed him yet, but somehow he didn’t think he’d be able to keep his balance in that crowd quite as well as Whisper could. He was sick of being tackled.

“Who should I make this out to? Rocky Stoneman?” Whisper asked, jotting something down on a goblin arm. “Unique individual message for you. And unique individual message for you. And unique individual message—” he glanced up. “Graham! It’s been far too long! And I see you’ve earned your mane of excellence, just look at that shiny hat! It’s nearly as good as mine! Well! Whisper has, and will continue to be, a fan. And speaking of fans! Fans, my fans, right this way! Follow me!” He marched forward, pushing past spears and hands without a pause.

“It’s good to see you too, Whisper, but those aren’t—”

“Can we push this line against the wall?” Whisper yelled over the chittering mass. “Oh, yes, I totally remember you from Adventure Con,” he said, beaming at a fierce goblin with a spear trying to prod his arm but failing due to the armor, the sharp point plinking uselessly off reflective metal. “I would love to sign your baby!”

“Whisper!”

“My fan club rocks!”

Graham sighed. “Whisper, that’s not what they are.”

“Of course they are! Who else would they possibly be?”

“Really dangerous kidnappers?”

“Not with cute little faces like that!”

“They’re wearing masks!”

“They’re still adorable. Back up, people, Whisper needs to talk to King Graham!”

The goblins paused, all turning to glare at Graham. He shrank back, hand pressing against his crown to stop it slipping down over his eyes. “No, it’s okay, I’m supposed to be here. I’m, uh.” He searched his pockets frantically, and he came up with a little dustpan and broom a goblin had thrown at his head yesterday. “I’m just sweeping this tunnel!” He swirled dust this way and that, grinning tightly. Which was entirely pointless since the tunnel was nothing but dirt and dust, but no matter. “Just chores! It's fine! We’re all fine! This is fine!”

They seemed to reluctantly accept this, and they went back to trying to push Whisper forward. The knight was perfectly poised and perfectly planted though, and he was not going to be swept off his feet. Probably because he’d practiced sweeping too many other people off their feet.

“So, Graham! What brings you here?”

“Um. They did.”

“Mmmhmm, nice, nice,” Whisper said, definitely not listening at all. “Look, do you think you could help me form an orderly line here? Whisper’s pretty sure he’s signed the same helmet twice.”

“I don’t think they want your autograph, Whisper.”

“Of course they do! What else could they possibly want?”

“Probably to push you into a fairy tale reenactment. That’s what’s been happening to everyone else so far.”

“Everyone else?”

“All the villagers are here, too.”

“Oooh, even the enchanting Miss Amaya Blackstone?”

“Don’t sound so pleased.”

“Yes, well. Fairy tales, hmm? I wonder which one Whisper would get! Which one has the most handsome famous adventuring prince in it, Graham?”

“I could definitely hear you being in Beauty and the Beast for some reason.”

“So long as Whisper is Beauty!”

“Sure. Oh! Speaking of fairy tales!” Graham turned to face the goblins. “Hey! Guys! Um. I mean.” He cleared his throat and upped the dramatics, complete with elaborate hand gestures. “Attention, attention, hear ye, hear ye, and all that!”

They stopped chittering and poking Whisper with their spears and turned to face Graham, spears raised in his direction instead. Graham stepped back again, hands now frozen in a pleading defense. “No, no, no, hang on, I want to make a trade. For your knight. I have something much better!” He hoped none of these goblins were the ones that had been playing Jack and the Beanstalk back in the other room or had been part of the arts and crafts team that had painted these ordinary beans purple.

“Better than Whisper! No such thing!” Whisper said, affronted, hand to his chest. His signing pen splattered ink across a few goblins.

“Shut up, Whisper,” Graham hissed out of the corner of his mouth, keeping as wide and desperate a grin as he could in the face of prickling spears. “Now, who amongst you is the wisest goblin? I, as the very important King of Daventry, can only deal with the wisest goblin, to trade for that knight there for these incredible and very real magic beans!” He withdrew the little handful from his pocket.

“You know those aren’t real, right?” Whisper said, eyeing them. “Real ones aren’t—”

“Whisper.”

“All right, fine, it’s your fault for making bad trades.”

One of the goblins started to step forward, apparently deciding it was the wisest goblin best suited to this trading task, but another goblin took great offense at that and shoved him back. Meanwhile, a third had started forward, hands outstretched, and another swatted his arms with a spear shaft. The hit goblin hit back. Another goblin, totally unrelated to the budding argument, decided now was a good time to take revenge for some earlier offense and stepped in. A helmet got shoved off, an ear got yanked, the goblins started wailing and tackling and leaping at each other. Graham ducked to avoid a swinging spearpoint.

“Whisper, come on.” He shoved the purple beans back in his pocket. One or two bounced loose and pinged across the floor, which just added to the chaos as goblins lunged for them. “Let’s go!”

“But, my fans!”

“There’s plenty more around here, don’t worry about that.”

“Oh, all right,” Whisper said reluctantly. He turned and sketched a dramatic bow at the crowd of yelping scuffling goblins, saying, “The building has left Whisper! Adieu! Farewell! May we find each other again at another, more organized, venue!” As he bowed, a stack of signed portraits fell out of his armor, and Graham instinctively scooped a few up to return them later.

Graham watched over his shoulder as they scrambled out of the tunnel, but no one followed them, at least not right away. He pushed Whisper into an alcove, out of sight in the shadows. A lizard chirped at them and flared bright blue, irritated at the intrusion, casting glittery reflections across Whisper’s armor.

“Whisper, I’m so glad to see you,” Graham said, and he grabbed the knight in a trembling hug, fierce and tight like Whisper would vanish into the shadows and leave him alone again. “I mean, I’m not, you shouldn’t be here, but—do you know what’s happening?”

“Not a clue! But Whisper thinks it looks like more adventure sought out you.” He pushed Graham back a pace and gently tilted his chin so they were looking eye to eye (helmet). “Ready for more adventures?”

Graham shakily smiled, adrenaline starting to fade after the goblin faceoff. “Always.” He straightened his crown, and tried to look regal and expectant and ready, but then his knees gave out and he sank against Whisper again. “Ha…with some help.”

“Whisper can do that!”

#fic'ing #ch2 #see by publishing it i'm committing myself to this plot thread i outlined so i must stop second guessing myself #so that's probably for the best #i could agonize for ages #there may be a reason i wait til all chapters are done before posting longfic this is a first for me and i'm not sure i like it yet but it #does force me to commit to a single idea this way instead of entertaining thirty options

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lemon-whiskey · 8 months ago

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‘The Tarnished Knight, Part Two.’ — Ironwood’s Redemption Concept (Vol 9 spoilers)

My theoretical of if James Ironwood was the extra person to fall with team RWBY, instead of Jaune, into the ever after and how I think that would work. Biggggg post beyond the cut. My posts tag for this idea: [ #The Tarnished Knight RWBY au ]

You can reblog if you want to!

We left off with The Blacksmith.

James accepts The Blacksmith’s offer to be given the start to be who he wanted to be. She re-carves him for his second chance.

He wakes up on the beach again, covered in multicolored maple leaves. James takes a deep breath as he slowly sits up, blinking widely. He felt as different as he felt the same, one notable change is that he didn’t feel the pain. He still had an ache but he felt,,, better. More alive. His pants- once dark blue- now a charcoal grey. A dark blue tunic almost like a gambeson replaced his greatcoat and uniform. Worn Silver Paldrons and rerbraces that stopped at his elbows, tassets at his hips and thighs, his arms now matching and in a gently used silver, no gloves in sight.

He’s ticking softly, only noticeable because he can feel it. He holds a hand up to his right breast and unbuttons his tunic to look down and see the face of a small clock flanked by filigree in the metal side of his chest, ticking along with the rhythm of his heart. Yes he still has that for human reasons because he is indeed still human.

His gun is no longer a gun, it’s an axe that matches the silver and black of his old gun(s) with the filigree along the handle as well. A small blue stone set in the bottom of the pommel. He’d see himself in the weapon’s reflection, years younger. A smooth face he didn’t remember he ever had, alone in what he believed to be purgatory. He gets a helmet too, dramatic reveals and all that.

From here, he would now take the place of the rusted knight in Lewis’s story. He would realize he’s not in purgatory, but a different universe entirely.

James would not have ended up with the paper people though, this I will stray further off the script for as I’m echoing the tin man from The Wizard of Oz a little more here. He’s a forest dweller who makes a home and protects the flora and fauna while frequenting markets. We’re keeping juniper here because I love her so much except in his case she is either Ace or something else. Maybe the rabbit in the beginning fell in with him instead of running off idk. She gets silver antlers as a treat if you wanna play on the lucky rabbit vibes add a horseshoe symbol to her chest.

We’ve now approached the point where he’d be back at his original vol 8 age, beard and maybe a pony tail for vibes. And now he’s gonna re-meet team RWBY and oh boy! It’ll be ugly but also hilarious. Get ready for ‘Just James.’

Yeah Weiss still gets her mature comment except it’s replaced with a shocked but appreciative, ‘Striking.’

James is trying to get RWBY to trust him, the cat plays on the fact that they don’t.

Things go a similar way as the original story but with a lootttt more tension and we get James backstory possibilities!

In the mirror domain we get him seeing some options: maybe himself but in his old atlas uniform, or possibly Qrow in the mirror, maybe Clover. Hell both maybe, I’m just a gremlin here.

I might draw this in the future, I’m pretty content with the idea!

Part One: [HERE]

#The Tarnished Knight RWBY au #rwby9 #james ironwood #rwby #you can use the idea #just a crumb of credit pease

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masterqwertster · 1 year ago

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Fashion for the Bells Hells C1 Class Swap AU

Had some thoughts on appearance changes for everybody based on their "new" classes, so here we go!

Orym: Oath of the Watcher Paladin/Inquisitive Rogue

Generally the same as his Level 3 art

Heavier armor since paladins get that

A bunch more hidden knives since he's a rogue too

Fearne: Light Domain Cleric

Generally the same as her Level 3 art

Less flowers, more jewelry to take her look from druid to priestess

Maybe a sheer hood and circlet for greater mystique

More nighttime color scheme: blues, purples, silver

Imogen: Fey Wanderer Ranger (reskinned)/Soulknife Rogue

Base clothes from Level 3 art, but no sheer fabric dress. It would get caught on stuff in the wild too much for a ranger

Jacket like her Level 9 art, except with fitted-sleeves instead of bell-sleeves

Sash, or hanging tunic like TLoVM Vex, for pleasing dynamic movement accentuator

Holster on thigh for steel arrow that she psychically throws at her targets (I've decided I like the Fantasy Telepath Yondu style for her archery)

Soulknife don't need no special gear, it conjures its own knives

Laudna: Circle of Spores Druid

Floor-length, moth-eaten/artistically ripped, lacy dark red-black dress (wedding gown style?)

Mushrooms growing in patches all over her. Particularly in dress holes/rips

Uses mushrooms on/around her ears to cover up the shorn edges instead of the gold cuffs

Has a staff of twisted, black wood where you can't tell if the top is bare branches or the roots. Also mushrooms growing all along this

Chetney: Path of the Beast Barbarian (reskinned)

Generally the same as his Level 4 art, maybe sans cloak

Has a big honkin' ax, double-sided, snarling wolf engraving in the bit

FCG: College of Creation Bard/ Alchemist Artificer

Same as Level 3 art, but backpack straps double as bandoleers for vials of alchemy brews

Ashton: Echo Knight Fighter (modified)

Same as Level 3 art, except instead of a hammer, it's twin glass blades with a chipped/carved cutting edge like obsidian weapons

The echoes are where appearance gets interesting

Swords!echoes look the same as this Ashton

Hammer!echoes have mirrored damage. Whatever timeline they're drawn from, Ashton hit the ground on his right side there, not the left

Gunslinger!echoes wear a leather jacket with studs and spikes (like Taliesin's in the recent thumbnails) and regular pants with thigh holsters for the pistols. And they're undamaged. Pulled from a timeline where he never left Bassuras

Halberd!echoes are the most obviously different. They're aasimar/half-elf and wear Hishari leather armor. This one definitely gets the questions if it's not the only echo version a person sees. Might lead to an earlier explanation of "I was soft once" as well as recognition in the Twilight Mirror Museum

#MQ AU machine #bells hells c1 class swap au #critical role #bells hells

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cherryredcarousel · 2 years ago

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A New World

Village Invasion

Watching Momonga try to use the mirror of remote viewing was like trying to watch a grandpa text on a phone. Eventually he was able to zoom in to which Sebas clapped, "Congratulations my lord, I knew you could do it." "Thanks Sebas, I appreciate your support." Sebas bowed his head slightly, "of course, it is my duty as your personal butler. The soul reason I was created by Lord Touchme was to carry out your orders no matter what they are." Momonga hummed before looking back at the mirror, "Hm is this a festival?" Sebas leaned down to look himself, "no my lord, it appears to be an attack."

A village under attack? It's a group of knights from the looks of it.. "Wonder why their attacking that village?" I leaned forward in my chair as I got a closer look at the situation. "I'm not very sure, let's just leave them be for now." Momonga said as he went to swipe away from the mirror. <Message> Touchme would have done it, besides maybe we can use the village to kind of get information about this new world. <Message end> I looked at Momo. "You know what? How about you go take a look." He gestured toward me to which I stood. "Alright I will." I turned around and opened a portal for Aasim and I. "I'll be back."

On the other side of the portal I was met with two girls, one younger than the other. Two guards stood behind them, one already stricken a slash across the older girls back. "I don't think that was very nice." I said as I fling one of my small daggers into the guards heart. He fell dead as the other one fell back in shock, "what are you?!" He yelled as he picked up his blade, it shook as he stared at my form. "Nothing special, dragon lightning." He screamed with agony before dropping down. Such a weak spell, only fifth tier and yet he dropped like a fly. "Aasim go take care of the knights that wear that armor." He nodded before teleporting away. Now for these two, "are you okay dear," i kneeled down to their level. "Clearly not, as there is a slash on their back. Stupid question me." I reached into my inventory pulling out a healing potion. "Here, it'll heal you." She nervously took it, "is this poison?" They think I'm gonna kill them when I just saved their lives not even two minutes ago, and did they NOT HEAR ME SAY HEALING. "No it isn't, it's a healing potion." She nodded and quickly downed the whole bottle, her wound immediately sewed itself together. "Oh wow, the pains all gone. Thank you!" I nodded and stood back up. "Well then, have you heard of magic?" She nodded, "yes ma'am there's someone who comes to our village who is a magic caster." I hummed before raising my hand, I cast a few protection spells. "That should protect you as long as you stay right there, and here's this in case the spell doesn't work." I threw them two goblin horns, i quickly explained before walking toward the village where Aasim should be done with his task.

"W-what are you?!" A knight said as he groveled below Aasims boot. He did not answer as he lodged his axe into the knights left shoulder. A knight struck his back, his sword shattering. Aasim turned around "now what if you had scratched my armor? The armor gifted to me by my master. I think death wouldn't even suffice for the attempt." Aasim said as he grabbed the man picking him up. The man screamed, Aasim reached around his back ripping his armor plate off and digging his hand into his back, tearing his spinal cord out. "Lay in the ground and die." He said as he threw the knights spine at him. A fraction of the knights ran, Aasim teleported, cutting down the knights as he went. He muttered to himself, counting as he killed. "57....58...59..." he paused, "I have missed one." His blade dropped as he looked around for the 60th knight. "I have failed to eliminate them all." He stood in disbelief.

"Earth to Aasim?" This was the tenth time I've called his name.. He quickly snapped out of it, "my lady!" He threw himself at my feet, his armored faceplate kissing the ground. "I have failed, I failed to kill them all. One got away.." I kneeled down to him, "it's fine, maybe they'll tell their leader about us. Then we'll be famous." I mused as I pat the back of his head. "Now stand up let's talk to the village folk." "Actually I'll do the talking." Momo said as he appeared behind me. "Maybe that's best, after all your best when it comes to talking." I walked beside Albedo as Momo talked. From the looks of it the talking was going well.

I walked around the village as the village chief and Momo talked in a building, Aasim was walking beside me. "Excuse me?" I looked around seeing no one. Hm? I felt a tug on my pant leg, looking down I was met with the cutest kid. "Well hi there." I kneeled down. "Why do you have four arms?" "You dare question my ladies appearance?!" Aasim went to grab his weapon, i lift my hand. "It's fine, but back to your question. Let's just say that I'm very special, maybe one day you'll grow more arms too!" I chuckled. My ears perk as I hear talking of more men coming. I wave bye to the little girl and catch up to my brother who was standing, watching as an group of men on horses came up.

"My name is Gazef Stronoff the chief warrior. I have been ordered by the king to come take care of the invading knights. Your people are safe now, we will protect you." The village chief thanked him, Gazef spoke again after giving our little group a look over. "Who is the man and women with you?" "These two are the ones who have saved our village." I stepped toward, "we are some measly magic users who just so happened to be strolling by when we saw the knights attacking, so we being good people of course took them out." Gazef's stare lingered on me before speaking with Momonga. "General! There are an army of unknown surrounding the village as we speak."

"We can take care of it, no biggy." I smiled.

#demiurge x reader #demiurge/reader #demiurge #sebas #lord ainz #four arms #ainz #ainz ooal gown #albedo #overpowered main character #overlord #female mc #cocytus #reader insert #x reader

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ponyosmom35 · 3 months ago

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The Fall of King Steve

Bittersweet chapter eleven

Steve Harrington x fem oc

synopsis: After buying weapons to trap the demogorgan, Nancy, Johnathon, and Indie spot graffiti with Nancy's name.

warnings: cursing, fighting, blood, steve gets his shit rocked

link to master list:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

The next morning dawned grey and heavy, mirroring the weight of their mission. Indie, Jonathan, and Nancy gathered in Jonathan’s room, their faces grim and determined as they planned their next move. They had realized that the monster in Hawkins had a peculiar weakness: it tracked blood. Their plan was simple but dangerous—lure the creature into a trap and destroy it.

After a brief stop at the local hardware store, they emerged with a cache of weaponry: crowbars, axes, and a variety of homemade weapons that would make a medieval knight proud. The sight of their arms and ammunition made Indie’s stomach churn with a mix of dread and resolve.

As they walked past the movie theater, a fresh wave of outrage hit them. The marquee, once the highlight of Hawkins’ downtown, was now defaced with the cruel spray-painted message: “Nancy the Slut Wheeler.” Indie’s grip tightened on Nancy’s hand, a silent show of solidarity.

They reached the alleyway behind the theater, where Nancy spotted Steve and his gang loitering. The confrontation was inevitable. Nancy, her face set with determination, strode up to Steve. Without a word, she slapped him across the face, a sharp crack that echoed in the alley.

Steve, taken aback, rubbed his cheek and glared at Nancy. His anger flared.

“What is wrong with you?” Nancy asks

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?” Steve asks seemingly unaffected by her slap. “I was worried about you, can’t believe I was actually worried about you”

“What are you talking about” Nancy asks as Johnahton and Indie walk up behind her. Nancy’s eyes light up with realization and she looks up at Steve.

“So you came by last night? Look I don’t know what you think you saw but it wasn’t like that”

“So what you just let him in your room to.. Study?” Steve asks

“Another pervy photo session” Tommy laughs

“Shut the fuck up asshole” Indie snaps at him stepping forward.

“Go to hell” Steve snaps

Indie’s eyes, cold and hard, bore into Steve. The hurt she felt was raw and intense. She struggled to understand why she had ever admired him. Steve's arrogance and the recent events had shattered any idealized image she had held of him. Sure she regretted the horrid words she’d spewed at him a few days prior. He didn’t deserve to be the receiver of her pain and anger that day, but he’d been the one to make her snap.

“You know what Byers I’m actually kind of impressed, I always took you for a queer but I guess you’re just a screw-up like your father” Steve snaps, pushing Johnthon as he tries to lead them away.

“Get away from him asshole!” Indie snaps, pushing his chest. His nostrils flare as he stares down at her in anger.

“Get your goddamn hands off me freak, I don’t wanna know where they’ve been” Steve snaps “Who knows maybe Byers has them both, imagine that”

Her heart shatters at Steve’s cruel words and she looks up at him in betrayal and heartbreak. Before she could respond Steve keeps talking, clearly looking for a fight.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, I mean a bunch of screw-ups in your family, your mom”

“Johnathon please keep walking” Indie begs as he holds his arm, knowing he was about to snap.

“I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this but I’m not supposed what happened to your brother-” Steve snaps as he pushes Johnathon again

“Steve shut up!” Nancy yells

“Johnathon-” Indie tries

“Their family is a disgrace to the entire -”

Before Steve could react, Jonathan’s fist connected with his jaw. The force of the punch sent Steve stumbling back. Steve recovered quickly, anger fueling him. He lunged at Jonathan, the two of them crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

Jonathan’s rage was unrelenting. He pounded on Steve, each blow a release of the frustration and fear that had been building inside him. Steve, though taken by surprise, fought back with equal fervor, their bodies rolling across the dirty asphalt. The alleyway was filled with the sounds of grunts, impacts, and harsh breathing.

“Johnathon stop it!” Indie yells

In the chaos, Indie and Nancy stood aside, watching in horror as their friends fought. Nancy tried to interject. “Stop it! Both of you, stop!”

Jonathan didn’t hear her. He continued to beat Steve, his fists raining down until Steve’s attempts to defend himself grew weaker. The violence only ceased when the distant wail of sirens grew louder.

The police arrived, and Jonathan was pulled off Steve, his face smeared with dirt and blood. Indie’s heart sank as she watched Jonathan being handcuffed and led away. Nancy, in a daze, could only stand by as Steve, battered and bruised, smirked triumphantly.

They made their way to the police station, Indie’s thoughts a chaotic whirl of anger and regret. At the station, Indie gave her statement with a trembling voice, her mind racing with thoughts of what could have been. Nancy stood by Jonathan, offering what comfort she could.

Joyce Byers, seething with frustration and concern, picked them up. Her eyes were sharp with anger as she scolded Jonathan. “You should have talked to me before going after the monster. This is a mess!”

Hopper, stern and imposing, joined them. “You can’t go home right now. The government is after you. It’s not safe.”

The group returned to the Byers’ house considering it their home base. They gathered around the walkie-talkies, trying to establish contact with anyone who could help. After several tense moments, Nancy managed to reach Mike and the rest of the kids. They agreed to meet up at the Byers’ house.

When Eleven arrived, she looked pale and exhausted. The group explained the situation, and Eleven attempted to use the walkie-talkie to contact their missing friends. The effort seemed fruitless at first, and Eleven’s frustration was evident.

“I can try to find them through a bath,” Eleven said finally. “It’s a stronger connection.”

They raced to the school to fill a large bathtub with an immense amount of salt and cranked up the static on the radio. Eleven stepped into the bathtub, her eyes closed as she concentrated. The room was filled with a tense silence as they watched her, hoping for any sign of connection.

The static on the radio crackled ominously, filling the room with a low hum. Eleven’s voice cut through the noise, trembling but resolute. “Barb?” she called softly, her tone laced with hope.

“Barb?” she repeated, her voice breaking as she tried to stay focused. “Barb?”

The static seemed to swallow her words for a moment before the faintest whisper emerged from the radio. The sound was weak and distorted, but unmistakable. Eleven’s face twisted in distress as she listened intently, her breathing growing shallow and rapid.

The words that came through were barely audible, but they were enough. Eleven’s eyes filled with tears as she struggled to keep her composure. “gone,” she said, her voice cracking and breaking into sobs.

The room fell into a suffocating silence. The air seemed to thicken as the weight of Eleven’s words settled over them. Indie’s heart plummeted into her stomach, her mind reeling from the impact of the revelation.

Indie’s vision blurred as tears welled up in her eyes. She sat back on the gym floor, her body numb as her mind struggled to process the devastating news. The room seemed to spin around her, the walls closing in as she felt herself disconnect from the reality of the moment. The harsh reality of Barb’s death was too much to bear.

The sounds of the room became distant. Hopper’s voice, filled with concern and urgency, seemed to be coming from a far-off place. Indie could barely make out his words, the sound muffled and distorted as if underwater. She tried to focus, to grasp at the fragments of reality that were slipping through her fingers, but the effort was too much.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, and her chest felt tight with the weight of her grief. The room was filled with the heavy silence of their collective loss. Indie’s tears streamed down her face, unchecked and silent. Her body shook with the intensity of her emotions, but she remained eerily still, her mind desperately trying to reconcile the cruel truth with the memories of Barb.

Eleven’s hyperventilation grew more pronounced as she struggled to regain control, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her sobs were muffled by the static, and the room felt smaller, more oppressive, with each passing second. Eleven was losing control, she was feeding off of Indie’s emotions.

In that unbearable silence, Indie sat alone with her grief, disconnected from the frantic energy of the room, unable to find solace or understanding in the midst of their shared pain. The weight of the loss hung heavily over her, an unbearable truth that seemed to swallow all hope.

Joyce is able to calm the young girl down after several minutes.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to focus again. “Will... Will, are you there?”

A weak, distant voice crackled over the walkie-talkie. “Will... Will?” Nancy’s face lit up with a mixture of hope and fear as she heard his voice.

Joyce, tears streaming down her face, held Eleven as she broke down. “We need to find him,” Joyce said, her voice resolute.

The group, now more determined than ever, prepared to face the creature that had taken Barb and Will. They would bring the boy home.

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jessepinwheel · 11 months ago

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🤯😅⛔ for the emoji questions!

sorry for the delay on this one I literally forgot it was in my inbox

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

at the risk of sounding like an arrogant prick I don't feel like I struggle that much with most writing. writing stories are all pretty similar from a methodological standpoint I think, whether it's romance or action or horror, it's just a question of what kind of messages/emotion you want to get across through what strategies.

but that's not a super helpful answer. I guess things I don't really write a lot are romance? (although I'm not sure I'd say that either because relationships are a huge part of my stories, just not ones that involve kissing) and I guess also smut because I mostly find it boring and have no desire to write it

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

well there's like 6k of a Supernatural casefic in one of my folders featuring one of my OCs does that count?

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

well probably the most prominent one is transistor, that one obi-wan time loop story that I wrote like 30k for and then decided to stop writing because making it the way I wanted it was either going to require deleting like 10k words or to go on for way too long

there's also an a companion piece to dielectric breakdown (called corona discharge) which was going to pretty much be a rex point of view story covering parts of the main story and how he dealt with cody leaving, but I decided that I was not adding anything useful enough to really follow through all the way

but besides that I have a lot of unfinished works in my writing folder that I'm not entirely sure I'll come back to but which I also haven't officially axed. to name a few:

jamais vu: the ace attorney fic where phoenix goes back in time and ends up pretending to be his own uncle

houndstooth: a blackwell series fic where after the events of the last game rosa has amnesia and now joey has to deal with both having a body and also that

entrainment: a bleach fic that's kind of a pokespe fusion where ichigo gets pokemon and also accidentally makes a contract with pokemon satan (giratina)

event horizon: the kirby fic in which meta knight deals with ptsd after being stuck in the mirror from amazing mirror

memento: a pokemon sun/moon fic in which nanu gets fucking owned and washes up on the shore amnesiac because unbeknownst to him he just got eaten by a dimensional wormhole and he appears to be in a world where he died or disappeared a long time ago

eutectic: a naruto fic where kakashi gets sent back in time to an alternate dimension where kannabi bridge went fine and alternate world kakashi grew up to be an asshole so our kakashi decides to solve the plot of naruto by causing problems on purpose (committing lots of murder) and making life really annoying for alternate world asshole kakashi and also becoming haku's murder dad

I have a lot of stories that will probably never see the light of day, y'all just don't see them since I don't post anything unless they're done or there's a really solid plan to finish them

send me fanfic writer emoji asks

#ask jesse

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mysterymogai · 5 months ago

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-tropic masterlist

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Under cut because this is ridiculously long, links to the posts aren't included due to the link limit. This is mostly intended for coiners to check if a term already exists, feel free to send an ask if you want a specific term - last updated August 14th, 2024 - tagging @tropicarchive

Absurdly sharp claws

Academic alpha bitch

A dog named cat

A dog named dog

Alas, poor villain

All for nothing

Always murder

Americans are cowboys

Ambiguous innocence

Ambition is evil

And that's terrible

Angelic abomination

Angelic beauty

Apocalypse anarchy

Apocalyptic Log

Ascended glitch

Ascended to carnivorism

Asshole victim

Auto-cannibalism

Ax-crazy

Awesomeness is a force

Badass adorable

Badass longcoat

Bad powers, good people

Battleaxe nurse

Battle Butler

Beauty to beast

Becoming the mask

Beneath the mask

Beware the nice ones

Big bad friend

Big brother bully

Big brother instinct

Big eater

Bitch in sheeps clothing

Border patrol

Bizzare alien sexes

Bizzaro universe

Black bug room

Blatant lies

Boss subtitles

Breath attack

Bunny-ears lawyer

Bury your gays

Butterfly of transformation

Camera fiend

Carnivore confusion

Chain-link fence

Cheery pink

Cherry blossom girl

Childhood friend

Childhood friend romance

Chosen one

Cloudcuckoolander's minder

Cold blooded torture

Companion cube

Control freak

Cooldown hug

Cool mask

Cool shades

Cool teacher

Cruel and unusual death

Cthulhumanoid

Cuckoo nest

Cumbersome claws

Cute little fangs

Cute and psycho

Cute kitten

Cute mute

Cuteness proximity

Ditzy genius

Digital abomination

Dispair event horizon

Dissonant laughter

Dissonant serenity

Dumb blonde

Empty shell

Evil counterpart

Eviler than thou

Evil diva

Evil gloating

Evil is petty

Evil laugh

Evil plan

Face-heel turn

Fallout shelter fail

Fangs are evil

Fashionable asymmetry

Faux affably evil

Flash of pain

Friendly enemy

Four eyes, zero soul

Gas mask mooks

Genki girl

Giggling villain

Girl of my dreams

Girly bruiser

Giving someone the pointer finger

Gun nut

Going for the big scoop

Great white feline

Gun twirling

Hate sink

Holy is not safe

Heart beat-down

Heroic bsod

Humanoid abomination

I am a humanitarian

Icarus illusion

I did what I had to do

If it bleeds, it leads

I just want to be normal

I just want to be special

I lied

Infinite

Immoral journalist

I'm not here to make friends

In love with your carnage

Innocent blue eyes

Intrepid reporter

Invisible to normals

It's all about me

Jade-Colored Glasses

Jerkass

Jerk jock

Just a machine

Kensington Gore

Knight in sour armor

Knight templar big brother

Killer rabbit

Killer robot

Kill tally

Lack of empathy

Laughing mad

Lets meet the meat

Living doll collector

Living emotional crutch

Lonely doll girl

Lonely piano piece

Loss of identity

Loony fan

Love makes you evil

Love makes you crazy

Mad love

Malevolent masked men

Manic Pixie Dream Girl

Medium-shift gag

Monster fangirl

Mentally unwell, special senses

Mirror universe

Monster mouth

More teeth than the osmond family

Multiple-choice past

Mysterious watcher

Murder is the best solution

My god, what have I done

Name that unfolds like lotus blossom

Nightmare fetishist

Nightmare fuel

Nightmare fuel coloring book

Not evil, just misunderstood

Noble demon

Not!

Obviously evil

Outlaw

Outlaw couple

Perky Female Minion

Panthera awesome

Pink heroine

Pocket Dimension

Poorly chosen one

Post apocalyptic gas mask

Pragmatic Pansexuality

Price on their head

Pretty princess powerhouse

Pre-violence laughter

Punished for sympathy

Psychopathic manchild

Purple prose

Put the laughter in slaughter

Psycho pink

Psycho supporter

Quick Draw

Radiation-induced superpowers

Radio voice

Reality warper

Red and black and evil all over

Red right hand

Replacement goldfish

Ridiculously human robot

Ripped from the headlines

Rock me, asmodeus!

Rose-haired sweetie

Scary shiny glasses

Sealed evil in a teddy bear

Shmuck bait

Secret-identity identity

Serious business

Showdown at high noon

Silk hiding steel

Small girl, big gun

Sinister shades

Snow means death

Snow means love

Smug snake

Stalker with a crush

Stepford smiler

Sunglasses at night

Super-fun happy thing of doom

Tarot motifs

Teen idol

The caretaker

The faceless

The gunslinger

"The reason you suck" speech

The stoic

The tragic rose

The voice

Then let me be evil

There is no kill like overkill

Third-person person

Trans Equals Hypersexual

Through the eyes of madness

Tragic ice character

Trashy true crime

Tropical island adventure

Truth in television

Unholy matrimony

*Twang* hello

Uncanny Valley

Undercover as lovers

Unstoppable rage

Uptight loves wild

Villain song

Vile villain, laughable lackey

Villain ball magnet

Villain with good publicity

Wanted poster

Visions of another self

We can rule together

Went crazy when they left

White and red and eerie all over

White mask of doom

Wight in a wedding dress

Wild west

Zen survivor

Zipping up the body bag

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