#my first lore post in EONS

[doofazoid]

Do you have anymore things for Unicorns Dogma???? That one art you posted looks so interesting and I need to know more

i do! you can see all art i share of it on my Toyhouse, and any animations I'll post on tiktok or twitter!

🦄 Here's a compilation of concepts!

^ Charchell, the protagonist of the story (post infection)! He was once a prestigious prince and heir to a great kingdom, but was captured by malicious demons who wanted to use his celestial blood to revive an evil god that had been slain eons ago. His temperament took a turn for the worse after suffering months of captivity and a cruel infection of his purity, turning him into a disheveled husk of his former self.

^ Young Charchell and some of his family (Pre Infection). He was kept under strict expectations growing up, creating a small pit of explosive emotions that sat dormant in his psyche that he refused to let out.

^ Some more general stuff of him after his corruption. It caused him to snap and let go of his inhibitions, cascading into a drastically different personality that was altered by the malignant ichor injected into his body. He fell pray to its influence despite knowing better. He also finds out that some of his own kind were conspiring with the same demons that tortured him, and doesn't know who to trust anymore in a world he once thought as kind. He makes grave mistakes in his fits of heartbreak and anger, he struggles with his identity, and has to come to terms with his past to battle the greater evil that caused all this in the first place.

Everything is still prone to change, but i've been making pretty good progress on the story and characters, so if it's something that interests you, I'd be glad to talk about it some more! There's still lots to of lore and world building left to be said! :^]

[colorfulwastelandvoid]

The Void Overview

I've been seeing some fan theories about a place called The Void by League players. This theory revolves around whether or not Jayce and Viktor are actually dead. Some league players believe that they might have ( somehow) been sent to the void. I neither agree nor disagree with this theory, but it presented an opportunity to discuss and educate Arcane Onlys about other regions of Runterra. This is basically a copy-paste from the league website. I might interject with clarifications in between, but I'm just making this post so that everything is in one place.

What Is The Void?

Screaming into existence with the birth of the universe, the Void is a manifestation of the unknowable nothingness that lies beyond. It is a force of insatiable hunger, waiting through the eons until its masters, the mysterious Watchers, mark the final time of undoing.

To be a mortal touched by this power is to suffer an agonizing glimpse of eternal unreality, enough to shatter even the strongest mind. Denizens of the Void realm itself are construct-creatures, often of only limited sentience, but tasked with a singular purpose—to usher in total oblivion across Runeterra.

~ It's basically the Upside Down, Backrooms, and the Sewers from It all rolled into one. The Void is said to have unknowable power that has been growing for a millennium.

More Info

The Rupture

On the outskirts of Icathia lies the Rupture—evidence of the Void itself bursting forth from deep beneath the ground, in an age now lost to history. Though the bold and the curious alike have often sought to learn more, only the most foolhardy explorer would ever dare venture into the dark spaces beneath.

~So there is a tangible space where it can be accessed, but as it'll quickly become apparent that people do not tend to leave The Void once entered, at least not unscathed.

Salt The Earth

One of the few known ways to combat the Void is to starve it. With no organic or magical sustenance nearby, the Void’s material growth will slow until it eventually falls into a dormant state.

The Voidborn

Though it has bred many of them, no two horrors of the Void are exactly the same. Their otherworldly forms are as varied as they are terrifying—yet all are driven by an insatiable hunger, with the eerie pulsing of their hearts driving them relentlessly onward.

Armored In Darkness Some legends suggest that, when they first emerge into the Runeterran air, the Voidborn are generally pale, fibrous and flexible. As they age, sections of their form harden into a darker, shell-like chitin, which can become strong enough to turn aside almost any weapon.

The Touch Of The Void

Over the centuries, many mortals from the world above have answered the Void’s call or been dragged down against their will. There are those among them—few and far between—who have survived the encounter... though not a single one of them returned unchanged.

~Basically, the Void is where all hopes and dreams go to die. It's probably the scariest and deadliest region in all of Runterra. Do you guys think Jayce can rise to the challenge and be one of the few to weather the Void and live to tell the tale?

Now that the region has been explained (somewhat, I left out some lore for the sake of length), now its on to the champions. I will be linking all posts together here at the bottom. After reading about the champions, who do you think will be friend or foe for Jayce in the Void IF he is there? 0 is an option lol.

Other parts

Void Champions part 1

Void Champions Part 2

Void Champions Part 3

The Void Theory questions/final

P.S. Again, this is basically copied and pasted from the League website. I wanted to be as clear and concise as possible, so I decided against just summarizing on my own. I tend to babble lol. P.S.S. League lore is fascinating, and that's why I've always somewhat been in the fandom since it was established.

[edges-of-night]

Hi! I'm sure everyone tells you this, but I absolutely love your writing. Seeing your new posts always brightens my day :) It's a silly request, but could I ask for the elves reacting to a reader who's a Starfleet officer/from the Star Trek universe? TYSM and sorry if this isn't what you usually do

Thank you for your kind words, anon! It always brightens my day to hear that this blog brings people joy ♡

As for your request: People who���ve seen my main blog will know I’m a Trekkie, so I couldn’t let this classic fandom crossover slide haha! I’ve turned Reader into a Vulcan working as a Starfleet officer who ends up in Middle-Earth by accident (damned transporter interference…)

Enjoy the read and – of course – live long and prosper!

･ﾟ✧ Arwen.

Arwen is probably one of the best inhabitants of Middle-Earth to run into if you’re stranded in an unknown place. Whether you get beamed into Rivendell or to the riverbends of the Bruinen, the Elven lady is quick on her feet and recognises you as someone in need of help – especially when others speak of you with great suspicion. “Do not listen to their words. They have no meaning where my heart is concerned.”

Arwen is kind and curious, making it increasingly hard for you to follow the Prime Directive. She must not know about your starship, but of course it is senseless to try and hide your worries from her attentive gaze. Though she might not know of your dilemma exactly, she promises to help you find your way back home and always wants to make sure you’re comfortable in this strange world, being openly affectionate and sometimes even touchy with you – until she sensed that holding hands meant a bit more to you than an Elf… ♡

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･ﾟ✧ Elrond.

The Lord of Rivendell, Elrond, works almost as logically as a Vulcan, which impresses you. He is a master of knowledge and a lore expert with a vast collection of literature at his disposal. I like the idea that maybe the Prime Directive would not even concern him because he has heard of star-faring people but always considered them legends, until he met you.

Not only is Elrond an intelligent conversationalist – he is also the most considerate and kind host you could have wished for. He respects your drive for finding a solution to your problem but also endows you with comfortable quarters to retreat into, as well as a vegetarian menu to eat. To further help you clear your mind, he’d invite you to a session of harp playing. The music is soothing, not too different from your Vulcan lute – and yet entirely new – fascinating!

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･ﾟ✧ Galadriel.

The Lady of Light knows of your presence in Middle-Earth even before you yourself do. She immediately senses that something is off and delights when she finally gets to meet you. “How nice to have a face to the stranger on our earthly shores,” she’d whisper in your head. Her fascination with you is intense and maybe even scaring you a bit. However, logic suggests you have nothing to fear of her.

Galadriel’s resources and ancient knowledge, as well as the futility of upholding the Prime Directive, make the search for a way back to your ship easy. Before you go, however, Galadriel would ask you to join her telepathic palace – which you agree to. Her mind meld is more powerful than any you have ever performed before. It gives you a glimpse into her internal lights that are eons olds and yet young and beautiful. To remember it, Galadriel would give you a strand of her legendary hair as a parting gift ♡

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･ﾟ✧ Haldir.

Honestly? Haldir running into a Vulcan might be the funniest combination in this post – the stone faces would be off the charts! At first, the beautiful Elf and his ability to hide his emotions (minus his thinly veiled contempt) would fascinate you, as well as his matter-of-factly duty of keeping you out of Lothlórien. Maybe you’d point out, “It would seem we are both simply following our orders.” – “Indeed.”

However, you can be just as silent and stubborn as Haldir, so the two of you would probably spend an entire night just staring each other down, until he has had enough and finally escorts you to his Lady to make you her problem instead of yours. It is obvious to him that you do not belong here, so his sense of duty makes him care for you – which he would never admit to, of course!

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･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

Initially, Legolas would think of you as a fellow Elf lost in Mirkwood, which is good for the Prime Directive but bad for someone as untalented with lying as you. Eventually, you’ll informed him of your suspicion that the two of you belonged to entirely different species. He would ask you about your body then, as well as your workplace and perhaps your family. But after the friendly ‘getting to know you phase’, Legolas knows your weaknesses and will try to mess with you – in a playful and non-hostile but all-too Human way, testing your patience and logic alike.

That said, he will do what he can to help you get back to your world and ask many questions about it. “What is it like? To fare the stars as if they were islands in an ocean? What does the moon look like up close? Oh, there is no moon in your world? There hasn’t always been one here, either. Look that way… up, silly, not at me! You see it…?” ♡

By the way: The young Romulan warrior Elnor, a main character from Star Trek: Picard, has an Elvish name according to the showrunners. One meaning of “el” (as in the names of Elrond and Elros, for example) is star, and “nor” means run. In both Sindarin and Quenya, dear Elnor’s name roughly translates to “Star Trek”!

Being candid and brash, a skilled fighter and absolute sweetheart, I think he’d get along splendidly with dear Legolas, for example...

[moonbeammist]

I'm here, Atreides

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dune characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Also big shoutout to @psycheetamore and @houserautha for their initiative on keeping the feyd writing community alive here on tumblr, this is a bit different then the usual reader/oc stories seen but hope this also encourages some other writers!

I don't give permission for any of my fanfiction to be posted, this is also cross posted on my account w/ Archive of our own :)

PAIRINGS: Feyd Rautha x Fem!Paul Atreides, (mild Chani Kynes x Fem!Paul Atreides)

AUTHORS NOTE: This would be an alternate universe. I did my best to rationalize a female Kwisatz Haderach to give the story more base, but don’t delve too far into the reasoning, considering the gender flip. I’ve watched both films from Denis Villeneuve + heavy lore research + created a little spin on prophetic visions. Paul is Purity here, don't ask why I didn't go for Paula or Pauline, it just jumped out at me haha. The female paul atreides section is awesome on ao3, even the female feyd rautha harkonnen section, very talented writers. Point me to any on tumblr 👀 Thanks, I really hope you enjoy; I appreciate any feedback or comments 💚

WARNINGS: Female Paul Atreides , Alternate Universe - Gender changes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, dark themes, psychological horror, violence, blood, injury, erotic undertones, sexual tension, kissing, licking, touching, intimacy, praise, feyd rautha harkonnen is his own warning, prophetic dreams, prophetic visions

SUMMARY: Instead of Paul falling into a near-death coma after taking the water of life;

An alternate universe has Fem!Paul taking the water of life, finding herself wallowing in a paranoid fever dream, where prophetic visions blur the lines of reality and her own desires.

WORD COUNT: 3.2k words

Purity Maud’Dib Atreides. A prestigious name to live up to, cloaked with the depths of her truth.

The first woman to have access to both male and female ancestral memories. A role that had originally been prophesied as only being male for eons. The Kwisatz Haderach.

Purity. Purified like the sacred holy waters of the Sietch? Purifying the planets, their horrors, and their history, stepping in as The Messiah. Seeing into humanity's connection and impact on the past, present, and future. Are actions taken or not taken?

But fully purifying anything was not realistic. It is more about lessening the damage. Tonight, she was due to swallow the essence, the bile of the young sandworm, the water of life. There was not even a way to prepare herself for this, for the implications and responsibility of this righteous path. A careful tiptoe between parasite and saviour.

She wanted to earn her place among the galaxy. Even just in Arrakis.

There was still work to be done to fully encompass the title of The Messiah. To be deserving of the unwavering support of her Sietch and the Fremen Naib, Stilgar. The undying devotion of Gurney Halleck, who served her father. The love and allegiance of her mother, Lady Jessica. The loyalty of Chani, who has been by her side since she was accepted by the Sietch.

Chani had recently been giving her hints of a different persuasion than their extremely close friendship, Purity believes. Holding the small of her back to guide her, gripping her hand a little too forcefully when they disagreed, letting her headstrong stare linger just a little too long. And Purity had allowed it, because it made her insides flutter, and Chani was dear to her heart. And she was... quite pretty. Quite alluring in her attitude, her honesty.

Something that was needed amidst the planetary conflict, the inner turmoil of her role, and the worth of her message as the Lisan al Gaib.

Chani had always been able to give her a different perspective when she had confided in her about the things that weighed heavily on her conscience daily. Chani had told Purity that her speeches had the power to influence. She told her that the quality of her voice is firm in its unapologetic tone. Enchanting in its projection.

“The strength that your voice carries is beautiful, Usul. Use it.”

But Chani had also tried to dissuade her from sipping the water of life. Telling her it was poisonous to her psyche, that it had the ability to corrupt.

But she had to take that risk; it was needed if she had any hope to lead. Lead with purpose. Have answers to the blaring questions of the people. Answers that could spiral out the path forward in a clear way. 

They told her before she was given the water of life, she would have the ability to see into potential outcomes… in the form of dreams and visions. They would be more vivid, feeling real. She may even feel short waves of lucid imagery, a Sayyadina had informed her.

But it was night terrors, rather, that came to her. The lucid night terrors that would seemingly only last a few minutes. Or hours. But she refused to accept that… that is what actually transpired. It seemed more than just mere visions. There was a blurred line after the days she had taken it. What had been reality. 

There was a peeking into the inner spaces of her mind; she never, ever had the inkling to pry open again. Mysterious, treacherous spaces. Rotted wastelands.

The electric blue liquid in the crystalline dropper dribbled into her waiting mouth, over the bow of her lips.

Walking is possible when dreaming, but it shouldn’t connect to things that haven't happened yet. That had the chance of happening. Prophetic visions are just that. Visions. A multitude of pathways. Possibilities if certain actions are taken. If certain things are said, even.

They didn’t say mystical hallucinations would be a side effect. They never told her that. But she had asked about sleepwalking beforehand.

“Sleepwalking is not the norm after drinking.” Stilgar had reassured her.

“If it is, let it be with your feet dancing slow and precise against the sands, Maud’Dib.” Stilgar had joked, quirking up in a smile while they sat along a golden-brown sand dune along the deserts of Arrakis. He clapped her on the back of her stillsuit, and her face was flat and searching as she took his words in, quickly grinning back at him haphazardly.

It was foreboding. Right after her eyes had closed and the world had gone black, the water of life had spiked through her system, zipping and swerving.

She had woken in a grand hall. Orangey hues all around. Exposed to the elements. To Arrakis. But it was disguised as an encampment. A hut within the deserts?

It was sudden. The gleam of a Crysknife dazzled, plunging into her gut, the pain excruciating, white-hot.

She heard her own ragged, heavy breathing loud in her ears as she was pushed back, stumbling over her feet. The blare of her breaths was echoing and reverberating all around her. A figure with smooth skin that was devoid of any hair walked up closer to her as she tried to regain her bearings. 

A ghostly pale man gripped her by the scruff of her neck, directing her head towards him, low, gristly, grunting, fanning over her face, breathing her in.

His mouth was a void of death. Charcoal seemed to be painted over his teeth. Choked, heaving breaths flowed out of her beaten-down lungs, passionate in their effort to bring oxygen. Darkness settled over his determined, enraptured eyes that bore into her.

He pointed yet another Crysknife, the glistening tip ready to stick into the space between her eyes. Her gloved hand flew out as she struggled to keep it away, the knife's sharp edges piercing through her glove. Searing pain settles in as she grabs her stomach, croaking gasps huffing over the blood that splatters the firm line of his lips. His dark blue eyes stoked embers as they flickered over her.

“I’m here, Atreides.”

The raspy tone of his voice cut through the crowds in the same hall that the man had fought her. It was before.

His words were said with conviction. She whipped around at his statement, locking eyes with him. She didn’t like what festered there.

“I need a blade.” He said stoically. 

A noise, outside of her tent.

They were travelling; the guerilla war had started, the battle of Arrakeen. Fremen travel encampments and tents were currently swarming the area that surrounded her, obeying her order to rest for the night.

It was a sweltering night, and the ripple of a whispery, pained grunt was heard. Directly behind her tent.

She had shot up out of her rolled sleeping bag, the noise making her heart thunder against her rib cage. Her arm jutted out to grab the handle of her Crysknife that lay under clothing.

“Gurney, someone encroaches on our encampment!” She belts out, bolting through the flaps of her tent, her voice cracking through the moonlit skies. “Take my back!”

Gurney had been standing by on watch duty outside of her tent, and he had taken her warning in spades, even though he had not heard the noise she had shouted of.

He trekked with alarm, searching for hours that night, waking some of the Fedaykin who had also scoured the area. Searching for what The Messiah had heard.

There was nothing. Nothing but a fading self-assurance in the glow of the night.

...

That couldn't have been real.

“Who slipped in my tent last night? My blades, my father’s ring is gone?” Purity’s shoulders jittered with frustration as she was seen stomping through the flaps of her tent, her commanding tone making conversations instantly quell down to a whisper. 

The shock-filled stares that met her when she burst through her tent did not lessen her anxiety. Someone had taken her treasured belongings. The knowledge that the Fedaykin would betray her trust made her lose all faith in the prophesied path to paradise.

“Who?” She bellows out louder, balling her fists at her sides as she speedily darts around the puzzled group, circling around them in her head wrap and stillsuit, chest heaving.

“Do I not lead you well, Fedaykin? Does your Lisan al Gaib not protect you? Do I not listen to your concerns?” 

“Lisan al Gaib—” “Please, Maud’Dib—” “No, honourable Usul, we would never—”

A mix of defending pleas and declarations erupted into the air. Chani was seen in the back of the encampments, her eyes brimming with calculation at the state of Purity.

Her advisor and right-hand man, Gurney, stood with crossed arms and a hard stare. His distant gaze darted to the side at the mention of her late father. “My lady, are you certain you have checked everywhere? We have been travelling.” He was observing her with confusion but had kept a tight lip on any other inquiries.

Lady Jessica, regal and witchlike in her robes, had sat cross-legged like an oracle, a look of knowing on her tattooed face. 

There was a timid voice out of the corner of her eye. Stilgar, his frown etched deep into his tan face, the iciness in his eyes full of concern.

“Usul, your accusation dishonours us.”

Her face was emotionless as he tried to grasp her hands in his, save for her eyes that boiled.

Her black curls fell just above her shoulders. It was tightly wrapped up along with her alabaster, freckled complexion. Wrapped with the fabric of a Fedaykin headscarf, covering completely over the skin of her face, so only the slit of her spice-spiked cerulean irises shone through as she glided quietly, sandwalking through the dunes.

However archaic the chime of her presence. However the contradiction in her lithe physique and booming voice. She was camouflaging against the grains with the rest of the Sietch.

Purity's eyes nearly bulge out of her head at the image of a pale, bald man standing there in the rumbling dunes, like a halo of light orbited around him. He was out of place, looking like he controlled the very rumbles of the incoming sandworm.

Behind a Shai-Hulud? Behind the worm's body… like some ghoul in the sands.

It's a dream. It's a dream. It's a dream.

But he called out to her from afar, plain as day, beckoning her. No others had been alerted to him, only focused on the approach of the sandworm.

“I’m here, Atreides.”

Her face paled as she faced his distant form, a white speck in the golden dunes.

The desert shook; the sky broke. Casting a sheen of ruby red over the horizon.

They say she is like a mirror of him. 

Her cousin.

He is nothing. She is the prophet. She is the holder of the prophecy. She is the saviour.

Do you not see this, Chani? Do you not know the sacrifices I have already made?

She had sacrificed her mental state to be the Lisan al Gaib. To lead them to paradise. To day-walk paranoid. 

He is nothing like her. He is evil incarnate. He is all that she fights against. All that is soiled and rotted. He is the impending doom of humanity. 

He waved to her, pitch-black mouth open and turned up.

Purity wanted to make the trek herself this time. Across the desert. Just a circular round trip to challenge herself before she faces the Emperor with her armies. She knew how to stay hidden, and she’s been perfecting her sandwalk, honing it.

She knew how to ride on the back of a Shai-Hulud. She would have to ride more to ever hope to be true power.

And there was another reason. She wanted to find her father’s ring, which she had cherished with everything she knew. A Fremen had found both of her blades, however, about ten feet away from her tent with no explanation. It had boggled her mind for the last few days.

“I walk the path in front of me, as provided by the water of life. I trust you will know I do not do this for leisure. Everything has a purpose. Tell the Sietch to not wait up for me.”

Gurney had looked at her with a grim, desperate expression. “This is dangerous. You mustn't be too rash in the days that come, my lady… please.”

But Stilgar had bowed his head. “Mahdi, I will not question your motives.”

Chani had not even bothered to see her off, and her heart sank with volition.

Her body was flung back and forth.

The roar of a sandstorm.

The ground quaked with force.

Sand grains blasted through the air as she ran.

An all-encompassing, metaphysical voice entered her mind’s eye.

You will not find the ring here, Maud’Dib. You must go back to the Sietch. Sleep again. 

"But I do not wish—” her voice wavered. “I need to find it—”

You will find the ring again. As written. 

The voice reached the universe.

Purity squinted; a Shai-Hulud was perched high in the sky in the raging blur of the sandstorm. Its feral teeth glinted at her.

She believes that might have been the source of the voice.

Purity wakes again, and she’s back at the Sietch, but she doesn’t remember returning.

She rubs her eyes as they flutter open, blinking as her fuzzy eyesight readjusts until it’s crisp.

The ceiling of the tent is sand-coloured, well-blended with the outskirts of the dunes. Looking down, she seemed to have fallen asleep in her stillsuit. It was caked in dust from sand.

“Maud’Dib… She's been hiding.” A demented voice taunted somewhere from outside of the tent.

Her instincts flooded her, a head rush.

“Gurney—!”

It was like déjà vu the way she had clamoured for her Crysknife again, barging through the exit of her tent.

“Prepare the Fedaykin—"

Her warning had died in her throat, left without much reason to hold her will.

The Sietch was bleak. Stark and empty. A dismal sight in the desert wastes.

So quiet you could hear a pin drop. The sun was a blatant yellow stain in the sky.

Why had Gurney let her sleep in broad daylight?

She descended forward, brandishing her blade, crouching with caution, scanning.

With no sign of a step behind her, she had felt the trace of the knife at her back, the point of it not entering very far, pricking her. It stung.

Completely aghast, she spun around with a raised Crysknife, seething.

But nothing was there to greet her.

Her voice boomed. “You will show yourself, cousin.”

She knew it was him. He had entered through the parallels of so many doors, so many dreams and visions. He had even broken through the dimensions of what she thought physically possible.

Those were just hallucinations. The result of taking this damned poison. 

Hands caught her hips from behind, spinning her around in their grip. Fingers thrummed over her stillsuit, and she jumped from her skin.

Blazing eyes.

Face-to-face with the phantom assaulting her every waking thought. Yet again, he is here. Feyd-Rautha. 

The Harkonnen, her duelling opponent. The one that threatens her claim to Arrakis. Her claim on the Golden Lion Throne. To inherit what she is destined for. Her cousin. Her enemy.

Her mirror.

“I’m here, Atreides.”

A typhoon of unwanted butterflies flaps inside her stomach.

Her mind shook.

And if I had not broken the Bene Gesserit's plans…

If I did not have access to the bridge of time and space, both male and female ancestral memories…

I would have been forced to share a son with him.

Purity’s arm flashed out, burying her Crysknife to the hilt of his shoulder.

He groaned. He clenched her hips painfully, making her sharply inhale. Something on his finger stuck out, bruising.

She dared to look down.

Her father’s ring.

How?

Her voice thundered out again. “How did you take this from me?”

She pushed the handle into his shoulder, grounding it around and around. 

His animalistic grunt was lecherous. It shattered the skies.

“The Maud’Dib cannot hide from me.” He rasped heavily. “You cannot be kept from me.”

Her gut swirls in horror.

That doesn’t answer my question.

Her voice broke. “You haunt me. Tell me how you navigate through the prophetic visions. Why are you shown to me—”

Pert lips spread out to bare his black teeth. His hands are on her face. Cradling it, caressing it with his thumbs.

He cups her cheek, and she latches onto the handle dug into his shoulder harder. Her skin is tingling, prickling with zaps of electricity.

She soon feels she is shocked by lightning when his forehead connects with hers, pressing into it. 

She winces, feeling herself tremble when their eyes connect, feeling that he was sucking the life out of her soul.

A blush runs from her chest up to her neck. 

The energy was eerie, but the tension between them was palpable.

“Atreides.” He huskily whispers. “You haunt me too.”

Her eyes flash with wonder. With gut-wrenching sickness.

She saw the sky blanket out into a crimson colour behind the edges of his translucent face.

He began peppering kisses over her cheek, chin, nose, and forehead.

“Atreides...” he gloated, capturing and nipping her earlobe. His gums open to reveal his shadowy mouth, thumbing her jaw up to the deep red skies, darting his tongue out to lick a hot trail of saliva from the bottom of her throat all the way up to her chin, finishing with a chaste kiss on her lips.

Something inside of her breaks. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, deeply glazed.

Her mouth filled with blood, and a blade was wedged in her stomach. Her mouth opens in a silent scream. A burning pain. A rupture in her gut.

She stares down.

There wasn’t anything there. There was no blade. 

She raises her eyes, and the Crysknife she had sheathed in his shoulder had vanished from sight.

And he’s on her again. Primal. Digging his forehead to hers as he drank her in tenderly, hands aggressively squeezing her hips. It seared her atoms. Her neurons.

This encounter is reminiscent of the prophesied vision of their bloody duel… because quite similarly, she finds her breath shallow and her voice strangled. All she had to do was breathe into him like this to feel his love, to hear her lineage uttered so adoringly from his lips—

But the stabbing is fake. Phantom.

“You will return my ring.” She booms out, despite her overwhelmed disposition.

Her mouth is sopping, dribbling blood, trickling, and staining. She can taste the metallic bitterness.

Your divination of me is endearing, Atreides. How romantic. Is this how you wish us to be?

Purity’s eyelids snap wider in awareness. The voice is cruel, mocking.

Somehow a version of Feyd-Rautha is echoing telepathically in her mind.

Her palms fly out to press against the plates of his armoured chest. He’s leaning in, staring into her spirit, burrowing into it, as if she were as pure as her name.

Something glimmers on her index finger that presses into his chest. The bulky signet ring, inherited from her late father, Leto. Her brain almost ceases to function when she wonders… Has it always been there?

His hands snake up her sides, dipping her backwards mid-air, like a seesaw. Everything buzzes around her.

“Muad'Dib looks best in blood.” His words were brushed against her sticky, iron-splattered lips in a hoarse whisper.

[jhuzen]

old and new [gn/m.reader]

good lord i have been gone for a long time. i am so sorry, i am recovering from bloccus writicus. also i may have been… getting in touch with my thirst for strong women. women are so beautiful. i love them. to all my requesters (? how to english), please excuse my tardiness. allow me to rev my engine before delivering them once again. i’m gonna warm up with a few posts (including this). ALSO THIS STORY IS JDIADMC IDK.

𖦹 big on genshin lore because i am nerding out, creator reader but not sagau reader, like i’m talking you are a character in the story, ooh look at me diverting from my agenda of overseer reader (i blame skirk’s master).

The mere ability to create is something so vast and so elaborate, placed upon the pedestal for all to see. If one is gifted with the passion and talent to create, they are the envy of all — to craft the most divine pieces, create something so intricate that it is nothing short of impressive.

And through it all, an artist hones one’s skills until they have reached the peak — until they’ve viewed every perspective, until they’ve used every shade, until they’ve done every stroke, all of it comes down to their prized creation;

Their Magnum Opus.

That… was Teyvat to you.

It was your pièce de résistance. If the myriad of heavenly bodies that lay before your trail were thought-provoking and terrifyingly beautiful to a fault, then Teyvat was your inexplicable masterpiece, one that took trial and error as your gentle hands shaped and carved every landscape, as your breath that blew into it became the protecting breeze, and as the tears that you wept from joy became the primordial seas of the world that birthed new life forms that you managed to call a mere happy accident.

It was yours. Many worlds before it were mere prototypes, but something you’ve cherished nonetheless. To you, Teyvat was the product that will possibly never get any better and a creation that will never be bested by anything else.

You granted it laws that were akin to the past worlds you’ve crafted with your own hands, you gave it life through the creatures that crawled around the earth. It thrived and you gave it autonomy once you thought it could work on its own course with your given gifts to let it thrive.

Teyvat was your cherished creation.

And the same rings true until now upon your quiet descent. Your immaculate robes that were woven with stardusts suddenly turning into a soft silk. You walked the earth in your bare feet, the blades of grass a mere tickle underneath you as you journeyed through the world.

The breeze blew by your hair and you felt the sheer invigoration, forcing a tiny titter out of you. You embraced the fruits of your hard labor, recalling the eons you nearly wept in agony as you continued to sculpt everything down to its tiniest detail.

And out of all of that, you birthed your pride and joy, this world that could never measure up to anything else.

Your eyes which held the countless stars and worlds you’ve created soon found itself gazing across the vast lands of this realm of light you’ve created, finding the realm of void opposing the one you were on.

Countless times you’ve heard your fellow artisans question you for creating such an unconventional place to be. But you sought balance in this perfect world of yours, where every creature can walk on their own respective realms. And if you can create pure beings of light, who’s to say that you can’t create the creatures that lurk within the void?

Your feet pattered against the grass that rustled as you hoped to approach and visit the opposing realm when you felt the ground beneath your rumble and shake. You stilled yourself with ease as you looked over your shoulder.

And your eyes had never known such beauty until now.

For the first time, a creature of divinity such as yourself was gobsmacked at the sight of a huge Vishap that stood before you.

It was a beautiful one — its blue scales that blended with the water from your tears of joy that you’ve shed upon your creation, its eyes holding the purest intentions that matched its pure being. You can feel the waters surge within its very form, like a fresh cold spring on a hot summer day.

Your eyes suddenly filled with tears as you felt your heart constrict with so much love as you watched it approach you. You have never seen such beauty that it truly nearly knocked you off your feet. Your chest ached with so much want as you continued to marvel the creature that you only hoped of succeeding in creating several eons ago.

“Oh… look at you…”

Your voice, honeyed and smooth as a silk, tinkled across the lands — waking up the creations that you gave life to upon your very own creation of Teyvat. Your voice, filled with so much love and tenderness, directed to the Vishap that towered over your tiny mortal form with ease, rang out, as if to call for it to come closer.

And it does.

The earth shakes with every weighted step that it took and you followed, contrasting the loudness with the silence of your own steps. You met it halfway until the very concept of distance no longer exists between you and the Vishap.

“…Such a beautiful one you are,” you whispered, your voice emitting a lilt of care and intense joy that you managed to suppress for a good measure before it overwhelmed you.

You lent a hand and its gaze directs towards it.

The Vishap leans into your touch and you can feel the waves of the primordial sea flow through you. With it, you can feel the joy you’ve felt once you’ve reached the end of your creation. You’ve felt the nostalgic satisfaction that kept you fulfilled even until now. You’ve felt the overwhelming love and excitement that you had when you took a step back and got a good look on Teyvat’s finality.

“You, who cradled our lives in your hands,” it spoke with a bellowing voice, making it seem like your own was but a mere squeak. “…Why do you pursue a creation as grand as this?”

You took a second as you pondered its question.

“…For the love in me is much too big not to share.”

“We have anticipated your descent. Nibelung has prophesied the return of the tearful artisan.”

You felt yourself flush at the title that was given to you unceremoniously, “Are my tears so ineffably embarrassing that I deserve such a name from my beloved creations?”

It huffed at your light jest, “It is nothing more but a praise. Your tears brought life in this barren world. Your tears gave birth to a new life that not one could hope to achieve—

“Your tears are my waters, to which I have complete sovereign on. Your tears are my will, to which I am eternally thankful for.”

You felt the inevitable warmth flow through your tiny body from the Vishap’s words alone. While it was satisfying to finish Teyvat on its own, you suddenly found a level beyond that feeling after receiving gratitude from your own creation firsthand. It melted your lonely soul and you couldn’t help but feel giddy at the feeling of it alone.

Such a simple gesture it was — to thank you — and yet the feeling it gave transcends every other emotion you’ve felt throughout the course of your long and eternal life.

“May you continue to prosper with the gift I’ve given you.” You blessed it with your small voice, barely above a mere whisper.

Your palm that shaped many worlds emitted the kind of warmth from a starting kiln and the Vishap relished in the feeling, a pleased growl echoing through the empty vast land of the light realm.

“The life that I owe to you will be cherished and used to its fullest. And should I perish, I will return with memories of you, no matter how faint.” It promised in one breath.

Your silken robes billowed against the breeze that blew by again. You can only feel your thoughts and feelings mingle with the Vishap’s. For once, you are able to see how it and its fellow Vishaps came to be, how each of them walked through the light realm and claimed its own homes where they ruled with incredible prosperity and indomitable ambition.

You were able to appreciate the further creation of life on this world that you deemed perfect, and was able to see how it went when you slept to rest for a good few centuries.

It was a feeling so invigorating, that you could feel your heart swell with so much love and pride for these dragons that walked the haven you’ve created. It mattered not to you how they came to be, only that they were able to live in peace and free from cumbersome bothers. It eased your heart, knowing that they are able to propagate their kind with so much freedom under the autonomous law that you gave to Teyvat.

You were feeling genuine satisfaction.

And it feels your jovial heart, with the way it continued to nestle its luminous scaled body into your touch.

“Protect this world with all your might. And you… you that holds my tears, will be given the authority to bring judgment of all life that makes a home on this world for centuries to come.”

Among the array of emotions that flowed through you, you felt its grateful pride surge through you.

A draconic pride that will leave its mark on you.

You had hoped it was a bad dream — a childish nightmare, no matter how unheard of it was among the divinity like you.

You hoped that the constriction in your loving heart was a jest in poor taste, that it was just a passing act of scare that you will laugh at. But as your eyes gazed at your magnum opus, your heart nearly shattered into a million little pieces.

The waters that were intimately connected to your essence, your very being, was tainted with anguish and anger. You can feel the hardships that started to brew from a few tiny nicks of pain in your heart. Teyvat was quite literally anchored to you through the primordial waters that flowed through it.

And as it continued to suffer contamination from something foreign, your heart further corroded into something that inflicted pain. You can feel the blood that soaked into the waters cry for desperation, you can feel the way it boiled with so much thirst for vengeance against whatever caused the first tragedy on Teyvat in the first place.

You placed full faith on the seven sovereigns, you had given them blessings that will aid them to guard your precious creation, but you could feel the tinge of betrayal flow through your veins when you threw a quick glance and saw Nibelung seeking something far more dangerous to defend their realm.

Something not from Teyvat. Something you know the laws that you placed which granted autonomy would reject and inflict sorrow upon those that were affected by it.

You fell into a state of unrest, pained with the grief of betrayal and longing for those that fought to protect your very own creation. A part of your mind condemns you for placing such a burden on your creations that cannot be better than outworld creatures that transcend them. But another part of you screams genuine belief to those you have tasked, that they will prevail and honor your simple wish.

Normally a couple of decades was nothing to you — as it could pass as quick as a mere minute, but to experience excruciating pain that throbbed like a vile tumor on your heavenly being was not something to sneeze at. Your heart ached for so many decades as you watched the sovereigns fall before those that intruded in your lovely creation.

And as it stole the authorities of the sovereigns, like a widow bereft its lover, you were forced into a state of slumber, lasting for centuries to come.

The new world thrives with lush life, creatures alike living as though its lives weren’t owed to the slumbering deity that was consumed with so much grief after all the tragic events that happened since its arrival on your world.

Perhaps it was the gentle mercy granted upon you that you stayed asleep when it parted a new realm for humanity’s arrival. When it was challenged by someone of the same nature, resulting to more catastrophic devastation that marred your heart with more fresh scars while you slept.

Perhaps it was best that you were unconscious as your closed eyes poured out tears endlessly that would sure tire you out for years as it happened.

And perhaps it was its atonement for the damage it caused you when you woke up and saw your Teyvat as something entirely new. Something that you didn’t create, something… completely alien.

Your pride as a divine creator was shaken, but you were quick to brush it off, wanting to see just how much your precious world was defiled and turned into something you know would never pass up as befitting into your standards. It was admittedly unbecoming of you, to turn your nose up against a creation, you always held some form of admiration and appreciation towards anything. You loved — and loved so much that you had to create to share it with your creations.

But Teyvat was once your magnum opus, it was… yours. It bathed in your heavenly tears, it felt every caress of your hands as you molded it into something you called your greatest masterpiece eons ago. You broke into a sweat, slaved away for the sake of your satisfaction upon completion, and when you finished it, you cried from happiness alone.

You descended, the flurry of stardust in your divine robes coagulating into the familiar silken robes that you wore whenever you would visit the seven sovereigns.

How many years have you been asleep? Dreaming up a reality where you shared a meal with the humongous and serpentine Dragon of Verdure, where you watched the Dragon King roar with pride, and where you exchanged the most insightful and heartfelt conversations with the Dragon of Water — the one that held your tears.

The grass underneath your bare feet feels as though it had a million stories to tell you, that among those years you’ve been forced into a slumber, you had missed a good chunk of what made Teyvat into this.

But the familiarity of the empty landscape was enough to urge you to keep going forth.

And that same familiarity ended the moment your eyes landed on fallen structures — ones you’ve never seen before. You can decipher that it once stood at a towering height, just from pillars that could squash your tiny mortal form with ease should it fall at the slightest disturbance.

You could feel a sense of tyranny from these structures, a tyranny broken by a hope from perhaps the creatures that felt trapped by it. You may have been asleep when it happened, but you can almost see how the tyranny of the past ruler of this place fell against the unity of those who longed freedom.

“Freedom… huh…” You murmured softly and a breeze rustled the grass beneath you. A lone leaf from the many trees landed on your hair, prompting you to take it and look at it.

You wondered how the Dragon of Verdure was fairing. If it had the same authority over the luscious life of Dendro as it did before.

Your feet continued to take you somewhere else, as though it had a sense of where to go. You never questioned it — as alien as Teyvat was to you now, it was still your world. And as long as the primordial waters are around, it stays anchored with you.

It didn’t take long before you ended up before a civilization — one you have never seen before when you descended before it came to challenge the seven sovereigns. Your eyes widened at the sight, pupils dilating as you watched humanity flourish and thrive within that patch of rock where a city sat.

Never had you expected to wake up to the sight of humans thriving in your world where there was once none.

Your sense of cautiousness dropped in a quick second and you took yourself towards it, foot against the hard cobblestone bridge as you walked towards the walls of this… civilization.

If you looked odd approaching this city in such a state, then you were certain they brushed it off as the guards welcomed you with a smile.

“Weary traveler, welcome to Mondstadt, the City of Freedom, blessed by our beloved Anemo Archon, Barbatos himself!”

For the first time since you had woken up, you felt the same overwhelming sense of love and tenderness as you were welcomed with living mortals, living in your creation like it was a normal occurrence for them.

Never had you known that humanity, no matter how it came upon your world, could be so beautiful.

And just like the day you met that beloved Vishap of yours, you wept.

“You sure know a lot of things about this place! Paimon could even say that you’re far more knowledgeable than Zhongli could be!”

Your laugh rang through the streets of Fontaine, angelic and seeming like a song from the heavens itself.

It had been so many years — dare you say centuries even, since you first descended after sleeping for so long with all the catastrophic events that has happened. You had traveled far and wide, discovered every single hidden civilization from the time you were asleep, learned every little conflict that happened.

You had to do the hard part of reading through every ancient tome that had a different language with each ancient civilization, but filling in the gaps was much easier. Despite it being your creation, the mere fact that you gave it autonomy only meant it wasn’t always subservient to you. It had its own laws even if you were the very being that gave those laws.

It was a refreshing change, quite frankly. Teyvat treated you like any other mortal and you could see and experience how humanity managed to adapt to the laws of your creation. It was honestly tear-jerking. You may not be the one that introduced humanity — rather it was the one that caused devastation to you and your dragons, but it was nonetheless still an endearing sight that you cherished.

You had to relearn Teyvat’s new history as it began embarking on a journey as a new world, where humans thrived and dominated, where beings in a mortal body but with a higher threshold, power, and purpose called gods were the ones to govern instead of the elemental sovereigns.

Somehow throughout it all, it felt as though your world was no longer yours.

But the waters ring familiarity, as it held your feelings from all those years ago. And now it’s far more potent in the Land of Hydro that you were currently on as you accompanied the blonde traveler that gained infamy across the nations you too journeyed in the past.

You felt for them, much like you before, they had to learn the secrets of this world. Only that they had to do it blind, while you managed to fill in the blanks of the tragic past of this world. And as much as you’d like to play the hero, since your descent after your sleep, you have learned to let everything play out on its own.

“I’m not one to claim superiority over Mister Zhongli’s prowess. Surely he knows far more than I do,” you deny with a genuine conviction. You learned he was the oldest of all archons, and have a better grasp of the world than you do when you were asleep.

“Mm. Let’s just call it quits and say you and him are even!” The tiny floating guide chirped, clapping in satisfaction after her own little conclusion.

You only nodded, conceding to her whims before finding the traveler walking up to you and giving you a serving of fish and chips and a double of serving for Paimon. You thanked them kindly and they only offered you a polite smile and a nod.

“Oh! Right! We should be heading off to pick up some bounty for more mora! Are you coming, [Name]?” Paimon asked, looking at you.

You caught their gaze and shook your head, “I think I’d like to take a walk around for a moment. I’ll see you two in awhile.” You said with the same unwavering smile that offered nothing but fondness for either of the two.

With a nod from them, off they went to Euphrasie to hound her for more bounty and its fruitful rewards.

You walked through the streets, basking in the noise of every call from every vendor within the side of the street, indulging the bustling nature of the busybodies in Fontaine, and savoring the air of nostalgia that perhaps only you can understand and feel.

Your feet halted at the remote parts of Palais Mermonia, admiring the flowers while you embraced the sense of familiarity that coursed through your veins. It was a welcome feeling above all, as it was the same feeling when you first truly experienced happiness.

And what luck it was when the Iudex himself was passing by for a quick break, to take a tiny breather from the suffocating throes of workload that was hurled on him as one of his many responsibilities.

You perked up when you heard a pair of footsteps echo within the cavernous structure of the Palais Mermonia and you looked over your shoulder.

Suddenly, that nostalgic feeling increased and your heart throbbed and ached with so much longing.

Suddenly, the breeze felt like it did centuries ago.

Suddenly, the hard concrete floor felt like the gentle grass beneath you.

And suddenly, the man behind you felt like the bearer of your tears.

You took a moment before facing him and found a smidgen of confusion and surprise that broke through his otherwise stoic expression. You had heard his impartiality and people reveled in him, word of the mouth was that the great Iudex, Mister Neuvillette himself, was the very symbol of Justice in Fontaine.

You didn’t know whether or not it was a wasted chance, but it never occurred to you to even ask if he kept his promise.

To come back with the faintest memories of you.

Instead, you smiled, bowed so gracefully and respectfully to him like any other mortal who have heard of his achievements would.

But you had to give him a few words yourself; just for old time’s sake.

“Look at you now…”

Your voice, much like millions of years ago, held the same sweetness and fondness, honeyed to perfection that it can lull anyone within earshot to a sense of comfort and warmth. Your voice beckoned him to come closer.

And he does.

“You’re thriving so beautifully… living among humanity…”

You could see the way his breath hitch in his throat, and you stifle a tiny laugh and suppressed the nostalgic fondness and love in your heart that was close to bursting at the seams.

“You did well.”

And you left him then and there, like a soft breeze in passing, in search of the traveler and their tiny emergency sustenance, without you knowing, that for once, it wasn’t you who cried.

It’s true, the new Teyvat felt alien to you.

It is no longer your world, but theirs — they, the humanity that staked its claim and lived for generations, they, the creatures that survived every catastrophic event that struck this world, and they… the beings that claim dominion over it.

And as this world’s creator, you would do well to enact the safety of the life it nurtured, even if you were overshadowed by the very being that devastated you.

After all, with all the love in you, it would be hard not to share it with the world you once knew.

[soapydoll]

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Listen I am easily intrigued by music knowledge . I was baited by Lore

Sorry I have not posted art in many moons I’ve got brainrot disease (a job) here’s. The first thing I’ve drawn in eons drawn at the hotel front desk I work at now

[nil-nothing-nada]

IMPORTANT NOTICE: This post is now considered outdated due to recent developments in my Stardew Valley AU. Please refer to this more recent post for information!

Mr. Qi Headcanons

(A lot of these are based around the idea that he's secretly super powerful and is restraining himself most of the time because that's one of my favorite traits in a character, hehehe. Also, I am a sucker for freaky, supernatural biological traits if you can't tell by my ocs...)

"Immortal"

Agender (Any Pronouns)

Bisexual

Full name is Adam Qi. (First name is by his mother, last name is inherited from his father)

Uses any pronouns, but if often referred to as a male since that's what he's used to. He's all around pretty relaxed about his gender.

Doesn't like his first name because it reminds him of his past humanity, so he never tells it to anyone. He prefers that people refer to him as Mr. Qi or just Qi.

Frighteningly good at masking and pushing down his emotions so that all he displays is cool confidence. Even in the worst situations he seems incredibly diplomatic and slow to anger, though if you somehow happen to see past this facade, you can tell that he is extremely volatile and barely able to restrain himself. Only a few specific things will ever cause the mask to slip, but when it does, he'll explode with uncharacteristically violent anger. Cheating at any of his games especially pisses him off, and he has "disposed" of the worst offenders.

Tries to keep a smile on his face all the time to better hide his intentions. (No, this isn't a reference to Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, sadly.)

Was human at one point, but is completely unwilling to talk about it. He becomes aggressive if he's pushed too much on this topic.

Around the time he turned 19, Mr. Qi was unwillingly possessed by a sort of "will of the universe" that has been jumping from person to person for eons. At first he was terrified, but since then he has grown to enjoy the power he received from it, despite the loss of his humanity.

Mr. Qi himself is only 32 years old, but he has memories and knowledge from countless centuries of lifetimes so he's often referred to as immortal.

The universe's will is always searching for its next heir, and Mr. Qi believes the farmer could be a perfect fit if they are given the right encouragement.

His clothes are made of an enchanted fabric that slightly shimmers like the night sky. It's also quite light and comfortable, as he is picky about the textures of the clothes he wears.

Very sensitive to touch, and hates when people touch him without permission.

Geiger counters and other sensors for hazardous materials go off around him, detecting him as the element polonium or the chemical hydrogen cyanide. Despite this, he is not actually harmful to be around in any way.

If he's angry he creates a static-y aura that can cause unprotected machinery around him to glitch and short circuit. He can also use this power on command, but he has to focus on it. (For visual reference, think about how Mono from Little Nightmares II tunes into the TV transmissions.)

Is fully immune to radiation. Additionally, all toxins have minimal effect on him and cannot kill him, although they might make him sick for a bit.

Regenerates from any damage immediately. He still feels pain like a normal person, but he usually just pushes past it.

He can't really control his strength, but he's usually only about as strong as a decently-exercised human. However, he becomes much stronger when he's truly angry, to the point where he'll clench his fists hard enough to break his bones. This power usually only lasts for very short bursts, though.

Is inhumanly agile and very quiet when moving. He frequently sneaks up on people unintentionally and startles them.

Has pointed, shark-like teeth and small, sharp claws. His claws are always partially out, but he can extend them further if he needs to.

Has a split tongue that is a bit longer than a normal human's.

His skin glitters and looks slightly iridescent in certain lights.

His eyes are impossibly dark, yet seem to sparkle like they contain small universes. Looking in them without preparation causes immense cosmic dread in the viewer, so he wears his reflective sunglasses to cover them.

His blood is dark like space and has a slimy texture.

Growls when he's angry and purrs when he's content. However, he hates purring around other people because it ruins his mysterious, threatening persona. (If I headcanon that someone growls threateningly I gotta make it so they purr too. Sorry, I don't make the rules...)

[physalian]

On Writing a Compelling Fetch Quest, as told by TFP

Save for a single recap episode, season two of Transformers Prime is one long high-octane fetch quest, gunning for weapons and tools and eventually the keys to restoring Cybertron.

See this post where I’ve already gushed about this show but I just rewatched season 2 and it does absolutely everything right when so much of the tension could just come from the macguffin of the week.

Full Spoilers Ahead.

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Season 2 begins with an amnesiac Optimus convinced he’s still best buds with “Megatronus” and that he’s still Orion Pax, factory reset to before he became a Prime with no knowledge of the war or Autobots or Decepticons. In this version of the lore, he was an archivist, the skills of which come into great use as he can decode ancient encryptions that Megatron’s had sitting locked in a vault and unable to crack for, seemingly, eons—unknowingly helping the enemy murder all his friends.

The information contained in this “Iacon Database” prompts the fetch quest that takes up the entire season. After the three part season debut (6 part if you count the 3 part season 1 finale as one long movie) where Team Prime ventures on their own fetch quest to restore Optimus’s memories, the board is nearly set. But first, a couple other episodes catching up with C-tier villains and bringing in some shiny new characters.

In these episodes, Megatron’s second-in-command, Starscream, who’s been rogue for quite some time, loses his ability to transform after trying to screw over Bumblebee. A “loose cannon” for Team Prime returns not quite as a main character, but more present than his lone episode in season 1, and Starscream’s replacement, Dreadwing, makes his debut. And, the other rogue character, Airachnid, is temporarily disposed of.

The board is now set: Autobots, Decepticons, and Starscream.

We begin at episode 11, where Megatron decides it’s a grand idea to infect his ship with zombie fuel to speed up some repairs, and the ship gains a life of its own, decoding the rest of the Iacon Database that Optimus left sitting behind, a job left to a different ‘Con, Soundwave, who’s no Optimus but doing his best. In that episode, the humans of Team Prime sneak aboard the wayward ship, steal the only four coordinates of the Fetch Quest that are available, and get the heck out of dodge.

Episodes 12-15: Four whole episodes occurring simultaneously, everyone available on both teams, every major player, Starscream included, all racing to these four locations to pick up either mystery weapons or tools of varying mass destruction. Each episode is intercut with dialogue and details from the other units, all coming to a head with the near-death of the Team Prime “Tank,” Bulkhead.

What’s in these four episodes is just a taste of the tension that the rest of the season will take on, kind of like a tournament arc pitting unlikely foes against each other over the MacGuffin of the day. My favorite is Wheeljack (robot cowboy samurai) and Ratchet (grumpy medic) vs Soundwave (aforementioned decrypter replacement who does not speak). The episode is visually gorgeous with a showdown on a cliff at sunset with the most beautiful golden hour for the fight (pictured above).

Every MacGuffin brings a new twist to the fight of their episode, of the four, 1 goes to the Bots, 1 goes to the Cons, 1 goes to Starscream, and 1 gets destroyed.

In the Wheeljack episode, Ratchet comes up with an idea to sneak a virus into Soundwave so they can steal the rest of the Iacon Database from the Cons, which proves a success.

Enter episodes 16-19, where we take a break from the pacing of the fetch quest to bring in another new character, Smokescreen, let Bulkhead heal up, let Wheeljack almost get murdered horrifically by giant bot beetles, and teach a little girl about how revenge does not bring peace. Oh and do away with the C-tier villains, they (almost) all die.

Episodes 20-23 are the last five coordinates for the quest: A fancy new sword to sell toys for Optimus in an absolutely badass episode where he cuts a whole mountain in half, and the 4 literal keys to restoring Cybertron.

The new tension comes from both making sure that Team Prime gets all four keys, and making sure that Megatron does not find out how important they are.

Team Prime gets 1, Megatron gets 1, Team Prime gets another, and then Starscream comes in out of nowhere to steal the 4th, and then sneaks into the base of Team Prime to steal the other 3.

I cannot remember the exact quote but after a yell of absolute anguish and frustration, Optimus collects himself enough to say: “The fate of our world now lies with Starscream, whatever his intention.”

Because, Starscream can’t do shit alone. He just has a very powerful bargaining tool to either buy back the Bots favor, or buy back his place with the Decepticons. Underscoring the importance of who has the keys is this: Whichever side restores Cybertron will have effectively won the war, able to then brand the other side officially as traitors, for a whole new reign of absolute authority. The stakes could not be higher.

Episode 24: The second and far superior flashback episode taking a look exclusively at Starscream’s role throughout the series and all his fabulous shenanigans, as Megatron puts him on trial to decide whether he should just kill his traitorous little SIC.

While these flashbacks are being displayed literally on a screen like they’re connected via HDMI cable, Dreadwing (Starscream’s interim replacement) finds out that not only did Starscream get his twin killed way back in season 1, but then raised his corpse and left the zombie wandering around the fifth dimension, and Megatron knew about it, and lied. (Dreadwing is a fantastic lawful evil character, this post is just ridiculously long already without giving everybody bios)

The episode ends with Dreadwing betraying his whole side to give Team Prime intel, and a magical MacGuffin hammer (that they initially lost in the earlier stages of the Fetch Quest) to level out the playing field, he then goes back to his team and monologues a bit too long before trying to kill Starscream himself (as Megatron still won’t) and gets murdered for his efforts, when he was absolutely right.

At this point, Starscream is back with the Decepticons, they have all they keys (but not yet the knowledge of how they work or where they go to), and they believe that they have a free shot to fly back to Cybertron as the Autobots don’t have any way to get there themselves.

Enter the finale: Episodes 25 and 26. We’re almost there.

The magic MacGuffin hammer Dreadwing gave the Bots can fix or craft almost anything (with limited uses) and they use it to make their wormhole portal into a much beefier version—a space bridge—to portal themselves to Cybertron with every single weapon they’ve collected over the course of the Fetch Quest in their arsenal.

This is a mission they’ll either win, or die trying, they have to steal back the keys and reach the lock before Megatron does, and Megatron just figured out where the lock is.

The Bots manage to do it all, get the keys, take out hoards of faceless minions in their way, they’re a the lock, all they have to do is turn it on.

When out of seemingly nowhere, Megatron executes his backup plan: The whole season, he’s had Soundwave quietly scoping out the Bots’ secret base, and the homes of their human allies. Due to a grave mistake on Ratchet’s part, those humans are not protected at the worst time possible, and they get kidnapped.

Megatron delivers an ultimatum: Cybertron, or three human children?

Rather controversially, Optimus chooses the children, but destroys the lock so Cybertron can’t be revived by either side.

Episode 26 then ends with the reveal that Megatron discovered the location of their base, and as they all scramble to different corners of the earth, Megatron nukes it, and Optimus with it.

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What I think TFP does really well with the MacGuffins is that, by and large, they themselves are never the point of their episodes. The writers knew audiences wouldn’t be sated with just the objects themselves carrying the story, which is what every fetch quest story should be:

The MacGuffin itself does not mean shit to the audience, 9 times out of 10. It could be swapped out for something else and largely not impact its purpose in the story. What matters is what it means to everyone who wants it, and what they’re willing to do to get it.

In TFP's case, these MacGuffins cannot be replaced. Several show up more than once to give unique advantages to different fights or become incredibly useful 11th hour tools—the setup and payoff with them is fantastic.

Yes, some of these “relics” are dangerous weapons, but in the background of the whole season there is so much subtext. Optimus’s guilt and Megatron’s manipulations over what he did while he had no memory. Various rivalries between sides coming to a head. The Starscream wild card that continued to take everyone by surprise again and again. Optimus’s increasing impatience to finally end this war and set aside the rivalry to try and kill Megatron for real this time, several times.

Regardless of who had what item, the balance of power between both sides was shifting constantly. The Bots would get a slight advantage, and the Cons would match it immediately. The Cons would win a battle, but then infighting would cost them the next one. Optimus’s fancy sword was shattered the very next episode when Megatron made his own using a stolen hand of a dead Prime to power the magic creation hammer—a nice bit of commentary on mutually assured destruction. Megatron never would have gone that far if Optimus didn’t get his own uber powerful weapon first.

Nor was every battle over the MacGuffin-of-the-day the same. Different players, different environments, different rules at play depending on the power of the MacGuffin itself, or the ulterior motives of either side.

And there were consequences, too, as this series is pretty mature. Dreadwing dies pretty graphically, a different dead Bot gets turned into a ghoul and his (totally canon) husband loses his shit over seeing a filthy human wearing his metal skin around.

If you won’t watch this show because you think the franchise is lame, I can’t change your mind, but if ever there was an entry into the franchise that proved how good it could be—and there is a time and a place for the camp of G1—TFP would be it.

[melliae]

The Last Boss in Persona 3

This is more of a continuation to my previous post (in Tumblr, here) about the meaning behind the Universe arcana. This post will follow the same main idea of my previous one: to analyze the meaning of final boss within the series through using esoteric and psychoanalitical concepts.

Now, before analyzing everything, it'll be better to first summarize the final boss' lore:

“The mother of all Shadows and bringer of death since ancient times. If she awakens, ‘the Fall’ will occur.” - Persona 3 Portable (I wanted to use the japanese version, but I haven’t found any perfect save for P3P/FES in japanese, or a ISO for Vanilla)

That’s almost everything that the game says in relation to what Nyx is, and it’s just a repetition of what Ryoji explained in December. There’s some interesting comments the cultists give during January, like how it “will change the flow of causality” or is an “Absolute Will” (“普遍の意志”, or “Universal/Omnipresent Will”), but their nature is obviously biased. It’s not until the release of the P3 Club Book that its lore becomes clearer, and which I’m going to summarize as it follows:

Nyx” is not actually called “Nyx”, but it’s a nameless entity classified as some sort of “Star Eater” that, eons ago and in a dormant state, crashed against the hadean earth (4.5 billions of years ago).

Due to both its dormant state and it’s strange material composition, existing between “mass and information” (similar to the Velvet Room), both the earth and the Star Eater survived the impact, but not without consequences: a lot of the earth’s matter came off and covered the Eater’s body, creating the moon – the Persona version of the “giant impact theory”.

However, that’s only in regards to the body, because its psyche got separated from the body and “flooded” earth’s surface, putting at risk the existing, but primitive life (ie. amoebas) on it due to its anathemic nature.

Life, driven completely by its instinct to survive, sealed the psyche within themselves, limiting their lifespan (ie. creating death) as well as allowing their psychological development, ending in both the creation of consciousness and the collective unconscious.

As you can see, there’s a good reason Nyx is called the “maternal entity”: its very own soul is what allowed the birth of humanity and all forms of complex life, explaining why it was named “Nyx” by the Kirijos – just as the greek deity give birth to all sort of deities that shape the human experience, the Star Eater made possible its existence. The same applies to its title as “mother of Shadows”, because its psyche wasn’t only sealed within the depths of the collective unconscious by life’s drive to live, but also became an essential part of the human soul as well: their Shadow. So it’s not that “she” is the mother of Shadows, but that Shadows are Nyx, and we all know how important they are.

“The Shadows we hold in our psyches themselves are not just mere prisoners, but have become an essential part of the inner structure of our minds. Without a Shadow, a mind - especially one as highly complex as that of a human being - cannot function properly and ceases to work, as if it had been lost entirely.” – Ikutsuki, P3 Club Book

“What I released from the Trapezohedron just now was the half of that woman that could not come to life until now: her complexes, her emotional trauma–her suppressed Shadow, if you will. And you learned on the other side what happens should you kill the mind’s Shadow, didn’t you? How ironic that it was all of you who made her this way.” - The Faceless God (Nyarlathotep’s Avatar), Tatsuya’s Scenario (referencing Yukino’s end if her Shadow jumps into the abyss).

“If we erase a Palace, there is no doubt that the person’s distorted desires will be erased as well. But desires are what we all need in order to survive. The will to sleep, eat, fall in love–those sort of things. [...] If all those yearnings were to vanish, they’d be no different than someone who was shut entirely. They may even die if they’re not given care.” - Morgana, Persona 5

The shadow men, apathy syndrome, mental shutdowns, and psychotic breakdowns… All of them are manifestations of what happens when the Shadow of an individual is disturbed or destroyed: the collapse of the individual psyche or soul. That means it’s equally valid to affirm Nyx is the origin of both all Shadows and souls in the series, becoming even clearer when see how the personality module of the anti-shadow weapons, their “papillion heart”, is made out of plumes of dusk, crystalline fragments of Nyx’s body. This is further strengthened by Sho Minzauki’s second personality, born out of the plume implanted on his brain, and Metis as the Shadow of Aigis, bearing the name of Athena’s mother and her Persona being the embodiment of the soul in greek mythos.

It’s easy to see, then, that Nyx is not just “another god” (without the intention to diss Izanami, Yaldabaoth and the rest), but a primordial aspect of the life’s collective psyche (ie. the unconscious). That’s why it’s called the “Universal/Absolute Will”, for “she” is all around life and humanity, being the “ground of being” from which all their potentials come from, for even the very own power of Persona is nothing but something derived from the “small Nyx” acting as the foundation of one’s psyche. Even the capability to alter space-time and reality inherent to life is derived from it, even in Tadashi’s trilogy.

“Mitsuru: These people are Persona Users who appeared in “Megami Ibunroku Persona”, “Persona 2: Innocent Sin” and “Persona 2: Eternal Punishment”. As far as we can see from what’s been shown on television, they seem to be living peaceful lives right now. [...] Akihiko: Still, those guys are Persona Users, right? They have the potential, yet I haven’t heard anything about people like that trying to help out with the things that have been happening here in the Minato Ward… Mitsuru: Well, you have to consider that not all of them might be Persona Users any longer. [...] According to the staff, in our game, the “Value of Life” is defined by the sudden changes in time and space that our wills can bring about. We’ve already explained that Shadows have the ability to manipulate space-time, so the same might be true for those they dwell in, us living beings.” - P3 Club Book

“From the first, people have had a tremendous power in their souls over the flow of reality. [...] Yes… The power that created your world is the same as your inner strength… In this collective unconsciousness, it’s possible.” - Philemon, Innocent Sin.

Even the plumes of dusk, and thus the body of Nyx, have the same properties to alter reality, and emit readings similar to “living beings” despite being deadly to life on earth.

While it’s pretty clear how encompassing Nyx's lore and nature is, it’s important to keep in mind that most of this, at some level, was implied or said by the games. Side material like the Club Book just clarifies what was shown in the Journey, the Answer and even Arena. So now, it’s time to really analyze the beast this eldritch abomination is.

The Golden Egg

Now, it’s just common sense to begin with the mythological foundation of the games: greek mythology, and in particular Orphism, a branch which acted as a mystery (ie.secret) cult mythological founded by Orpheus. It preached, in basic terms, about the findings of the poet after he returned to the land of the living with wisdom about the nature of the world, its cycle of death and rebirth, and how to break from it.

It’s unknown if there’s a cycle of reincarnation in Persona, but we know there may be a similar thing based on Enlil’s quote of how “humans have learned nothing from the cycle of destruction and rebirth” during her second phase. There’s something similar in PQ, where Zen described the “providence of the world” (ie. the collective unconscious), and in the Club Book, about how the unconscious created an archetypal tale between demons and gods to protect the human soul from Nyx’s influence. However, that’s not that relevant, with our focus being more on the creation myth of the cult:

“Similarly, in connection with the raven as the name for this situation, we must consider the creative night mentioned in an Orphic hymn, which calls it a bird with black wings that was fertilized by the wind (pneuma). The product of this union was the silver egg, which in the Orphic view contained heaven above and earth below, and was therefore a cosmos in itself, i.e., the Microcosm.” - Mysterium Coniunctionis.

Within the context of cosmogonical eggs, the hindu hiranyagarbha can also be rescued, described by Jung as “the collective aggregate of all souls”. The relation between these two eggs and Nyx as the “mother of all” is quite obvious, but more important is the fact that its core is a giant, golden egg… cracked – the universe has already been born. But as I wrote in my previous post and as implied by the hiranyagarbha, the universe born out of Nyx is equal to the collective unconscious and thus humanity, harking back to other traditions in which the archetypal man is born out of an egg.

Since we now know what Nyx gave birth to the collective soul of life after “she cracked” or crashed against earth, we must ask what was it like before it crashed:

“The phenomenology of the "child's" birth always points back to an original psychological state of non-recognition, i.e., of darkness or twilight, of non-differentiation between subject and object, of unconscious identity of man and the universe. This phase of non-differentiation produces the golden egg, which is both man and universe and yet neither, but an irrational third.” - Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious

Quite self-explanatory, don’t you think so? It even explains why Nyx is an “alien Star Eater”, for its true nature is what lies in the state before the separation of “heaven and earth”, before the divide between unconsciousness and consciousness. This liminal state is even reflected in its body which exists as both information/thought and matter at the same time, in-between the physical moon and the deepest abyss of the Sea of Souls as per Elizabeth’s route in Arena (“最も深淵なる場所だ”), or how even the Club Book describes its main body as “neither organic nor inorganic” ("有機物とも無機物とも判断しかねる外見である") – completely undifferentiated.

Naturally, this brings out to the mind the jewish associations established by the Club Book and the P3xP4 Analyze, about how Tartarus represents both the seven earths Adam wandered after being expelled out of Eden and the Sephirot that comprise the kabbalistic tree of life respectively, the two symbols for the development of consciousness out of the primitive, undifferentiated unconsciousness, which even Soejima noted. The Star Eater, as the one above Tartarus, becomes equal to Paradise and the unconscious godhead, the Ein Sof, from which the tree, synonymous with the archetypal man and universe, grows out, thus being one with the deepest layer of the Sea, as previously commented.

If you remember the confrontation with its Avatar, how “he” uses the narrative of the tree of knowledge to explain the arcanas, it adds another layer to its meaning: the fruit of knowledge is a very obvious metaphor for the birth of consciousness, but also one for the Shadows as well, with both ultimately causing the birth of death (or the awareness about it). This means Nyx, as the sum of all Shadows, is the tree of knowledge and death, which makes it equal to the tree of life and archetypal man, with even Tartarus being compared to the “corpse of god being (hanged) upside-down” in the Analyze book.

“七つの地” は神をシンボライズした “セフィロトの樹” と上下逆向きで対応しており、テベルは根本の基礎部分にあたる “イェンド” に相当する。” “The “seven earths” correspond to the Tree of the Sefirot, which symbolized God upside-down, with Thebel corresponding to “Yesod”, being the root of the foundations.”

And according to the same source, Tartarus is made out of Shadows and the psychic stratum of humanity:

“これは、タルタロスが基本的にはシャドウと同じ精神体によって構成されているからで、言ってみればその場所の記憶のようなものが構造に反映された結果そうなったもの。同様にタルタロス自体の内部構造も精神体からできたもので、タルタロス構造に取り込まれた精神体の記憶のようなものが反映されている” “This is thanks to Tartarus being fundamentally composed by the same psychic nature of Shadows, as if the memories of the research facility were reflected into the structure so to speak. Similarly, the internal structure of Tartarus itself is made up of such psychic substance, and as such it’s as if the memories of that substance were reflected and taken in by Tartarus’ architecture.”

So more reason to think Nyx, in essence, was the preconscious state of humanity and life before it crashed. It’s the unknown, unconscious godhead in which there is no difference between object and subject, acting as its own “universal individual” in a dormant, sleeping state. It’s pure coincidentia oppositorum.

Joining Opposites

“Nyx” means “night, and the night (along with darkness, dusk and many others) is one of the de facto symbols of the unconscious, along with the underworld (Tartarus). The moon being another symbol of the same thing just further confirms the Star Eater is the unconscious or it’s in an unconscious state. However, pure unconsciousness it’s not what only Nyx has to offer, for someone deeply related to it also exists: its avatar, Death, also known as Pharos.

Pharos’ name is a quite interesting, because in japanese is written as “ファルロス”, mixing both the katakana for “ファルス”, or “phallus”, and “ファロス”, or “pharos (of Alexandria)”. There’s no need to comment the masculine nature of the first word, but it has to be done in regards to the second one and its double nature, since the pharos of Alexandria acts as an obvious masculine symbol thanks to its phallic form, and as a symbol of consciousness due to the light it emits. That’s to say, Pharos is the conscious and masculine counterpart to Nyx’s actual state; Ryoji, with his casanova attitude and yellow scarf, reinforces the concept.

Now, all of that means that, just as expected, the original state of Nyx was androgynus in nature – both female and male at the same time. Some remains of this can also be seen in its core, golden and solar in nature despite being within the moon, and obviously harks back to another quote of Jung:

“The moon with her antithetical nature is, in a sense, a prototype of individuation, a prefiguration of the self: she is the “mother and spouse of the sun, who carries in the wind and the air the spagyric embryo conceived by the sun in her womb and belly.” This image corresponds to the psychologem of the pregnant anima, whose child is the self, or is marked by the attributes of the hero.” - Mysterium Coniunctionis.

Such an image is alchemical in nature, describing the nature of “Queen Luna” (a symbol for both the feminine essence of nature and Nyx) as the mother and partner of “King Sol” (the masculine essence, and in this case Death), who ultimately join in matrimony to achieve the “philosophical stone” – oneness with the world. I doubt I have to explain how the Fall acts as the “shadow” of such a process, ending with the death of all living beings. Though it’s also interesting how is related to the Avatar as such, whom only isn’t only found at the top of Tartarus or “tree of death”, meaning it acquired the same dignity as all other mythological primal humans, but it’s also androgynous in appearance – both feminine and masculine natures are necessary for wholeness, be it conscious or unconscious.

By that matter, the protagonist acts as both “Queen Luna” (gray eyes, pretty boy, “death was inside him”, and Messiah being completely white) and “King Sol”, for he, as “Orpheus”, enters into Nyx’s “eye” in an scene eerily reminiscent of what Jung wrote:

“The “eye” evidently stands for the female genitals, as is clear from the myth of Indra, who, as a punishment for his wantonness, was smitten with yonis all over his body, but was so far pardoned by the gods that the shameful yonis were changed into eyes. The little image reflected in the eye, the “pupilla,” is a “child.” The great god becomes a child again: he enters into the mother’s womb for self-renewal.” - Symbols of Transformation.

Yep… But at any rate, returning to the Avatar, his speech about the arcanas returns once again, since it includes all the arcanas from the Fool to Death, passing through the twelve intermediary ones, with each one representing one of the “hours” within a clock. This implies the Fool and Death stand outside of the cycle of time somehow, and since the Fool it’s the “beginning of life” as per Edogawa’s lecture on japanese, it’s not surprising to connect the card with an infant… like Pharos – Death itself.

Within the Avatar and Nyx the entire cycle of life is described, where both the beginning and end life become one to form a ring, a circle that can be described better as the Universe or World itself, as the Analyze book says:

“最後に発現する “世界” あるいは “宇宙” のタロットには、卵のような形のウロボロスの輪に囲まれた女性の姿が描かれている [...] 二ュクスの中心核は、そのウロボロスの形にも似ている透明な輝く卵の姿をしていた” “In regards to the final manifestation of the “World” or “Universe” tarot card, a feminine figure encircled in an egg-shaped ouroboros ring is depicted. [...] The shining, translucent egg acting as Nyx’s core resembles the shape of the ouroboros as well.”

More telling, the core, despite being the cosmic egg and having the light of creation (or “libido”, the name put by Jung to describe “psychic energy”), only uses “Death” to attack.

The Forgotten Godhead

What you are seeing is one of the first mandalas Jung created during his schizophrenia visions in 1916 or so. It’s called “systema munditotius” or “system of all worlds”, for it represents the psychic activity of all human beings at some level. It’s full of details and the like, but the more important things for now is the vertical axis, beginning with the golden egg with a human at the top, and ending with the lion-headed serpent at the bottom.

The first figure, the egg, represent the future, collective “imago dei” of humanity, the next symbol for the Self that has yet to be born and that Jung called “Phanes”, the primordial being born out of the cosmic egg within orphic myths, embodiment of existence itself and husband, father and/or son of Nyx. The second figure, the serpent or “Abraxas”, represents the past and present “imago dei”, a symbol reminiscent of the Demiurge and a bastardization of the christian god, having both a monster and a caterpillar, the promises of death and life, by its sides, and the tree of life rooted on its head (or mind)

If you begin to think, it becomes obvious what’s the relationship between the Star Eater and those two figures: It’s both. Not only the Eater is both death and a “caterpillar”, since it’s the source of all souls which are represented by butterflies in the series (see the Papillion heart and Psyche), but it’s also the cosmic egg and thus Phanes (see Ryoji). It’s the unconscious self of all humanity, forgotten and fragmented, hanged upside-down, and to which everyone has to obey

“What the god-sun speaketh is life. What the devil speaketh is death. But Abraxas speaketh that hallowed and accursed word which is life and death at the same time. Abraxas begetteth truth and lying, good and evil, light and darkness, in the same word and in the same act. Wherefore is Abraxas terrible. [...] To look upon it, is blindness. To know it, is sickness. To worship it, is death. To fear it, is wisdom. To resist it not, is redemption.” - Seven Sermons to the Dead

For Abraxas, in its primitive and unconscious brutality, is life and its origin, the endless cycle of death and rebirth, just as the Star Eater holds the Fool and the Death as one and the same. They are the flow of time, the drive that created everything from the unconscious as the savage demiurge. They are the endless conflict of life.

But in its role as Phanes, as the yet-to-be born Self, the Star Eater is the promise and realization of all beings – their meaning. However, its core, its egg, is cracked, damaged and divided, and therefore the Self of all humanity is unable to be born yet. For that, the egg must be joined once again and understood, just like Philemon said in IS and Tatsuya’s Scenario, for the egg – the Star Eater – is life.

Such transformation, at an individual level, is masterfully shown with Death’s own journey, going from a shadowy, primitive and savage monster to a kid curious about the world, and then to a teenager which loves everything life can offer from the beginning, all thanks to the journey of the protagonist and all the memories he gained. Yet, such search for meaning wasn’t enough to stop the hopelessness and self-destructivity of the collective, of humanity’s and the godhead’s yearn to return to what they were once… but the protagonist didn’t give up on and, against all possibilities, created a miracle: he was able to give meaning to life and thus to death, instauring hope in the furthest depths of everyone’s hearts.

That’s the true meaning of death within the game. It’s not about merely physical death, but also psychological death, transformation and, ultimately, hope. Death and time are the drives for the endless change within the human soul, equally givers and takers of happiness and tragedy. And with life and light, they make up the totality of the universe we know, for they are one and the same, with the rejection of one meaning the rejection of the other.

Death it’s not only a unknown hunter, but also a part of oneself, and that it’s hopefully treated as a friend even in the worst times. After all, accepting death and life as parts of the whole, to accept that everything will come and go, your sadness and happiness, it’s the first step to break off from the endless cycle of suffering and conflict, of “evil demons and benevolent gods” that are naught but a part of the human soul.

Don’t forget life brims with joy, and that you should bring that same joy to death. Live a good death!

[robloxia-last-light]

For eons, Robloxia has been a utopia, a land of whimsy and joy where true suffering and hatred are all but mythical. All of this is thanks to the Administrators, a pantheon of deities from beyond reality who came to Robloxia in ancient times, bringing peace and unity to the then-primitive Robloxians. Since the beginning of history, the Administrators have stood tall, protecting Robloxia from threats both inside and out with courage and valor. But the Administrators are not the only things to have come from outside of this world, and unlike the scriptures would have you believe, when they first came to Robloxia, they were not arriving from the skies in glorious flames, nor were they rising from the earth as the wind itself sang their praises…no, they were fleeing. Fleeing in fear of something that had felled gods much greater than they were. Something known only as the Void, for to speak It’s true name to invite oblivion upon yourself.

The Administrators thought that they were safe. They thought that they could be happy. And they were…for a time. But even gods cannot hide from their fates forever. The Void has found Robloxia. The sanctuary of the gods is no longer the safe haven it once was. And despite all of their power, the Administrators could do nothing to stop the Void when it came for the world they so loved.

The Admins are missing. The Banlands have been breached. The Heights have fallen. This is the end of Roblox. And all we can do is try our best to see it through to the grand finale.

ROBLOXIA: LAST LIGHT

Heya! This is the official blog for Robloxia: Last Light, a conceptual asymmetric Roblox survival horror game by the @eventide-paradox, inspired by Forsaken and @moosimilk's Fallen Crossroads. This blog is devoted to yapping about lore, answering questions both in-character and out, and being a fucking menace to my poor, poor creations. Without any further ado, let's get into it! We'll start with the CHARACTERS! You can ask questions either to or about any character on this list! Please note that this list is unfinished, and that more characters will be added in the near future! Speaking of unfinished things- you see those info posts? Those are far from complete as well! As we writers come up with more lore, and as you askers discover it, I'll be updating the relevant characters' info posts. So...have fun with that! :) - [NPCs] - Sixer Shedletsky BrightEyes 2x2 - [Survivors] - Joob Seven Flashback - [Killers] - John Doe + Jane Doe 1x1x1x1 Team C00lkidd And here are the RULES for this blog! - Absolutely no bigotry or discrimination will be tolerated here. Don't like, don't interact. - Please, keep things SFW. Slightly suggestive content is fine, but nothing explicit. - Please remember that this is not Forsaken, TR:UD, or any other game. The lore of those games does not apply here, and characters can and will have vastly different personalities, relationships, and dynamics than they do in those universes. - Please, don't ask us for donations. We're barely scraping by as is, and we can't afford to give anything away. Aaaand that should be it! Thanks for reading!

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Reaction Review of The Gaslight District Pilot

Spoilers (and some minor personal opinions) ahead

Quick disclaimer, kind of, despite liking Murder Drones, The Promised Neverland, Demon Slayer and the first Alien movie, I actually don’t like horror or a lot of graphic violence, and this will likely have lots of both (maybe more so the violence than horror but we’ll see). There’s about a 50/50 chance I might or might not like it, or maybe more 30/70? When it comes to the negative, does it go first or last? All that to say this may be the first and last review I do of Gaslight District, but let’s watch it so we know for certain

New Glitch intro? Hello!

Side note on the intro: I actually kind of like how it’s just the company logo and not any of the characters. The previous ones that do have a few start characters are fun, but one thing I didn’t like about it for the Murder Drones pilot is that it kind of inadvertently spoils N isn’t all mindless murder, taking away a little bit of the mystery of the pilot. This way, whatever happens in this pilot will be a surprise.

Enough delaying, let’s watch it already!

Opening is the teaser from the 2023 GlitchX, and now we see it more in context

What is that bird?

So kind of post-apocalyptic, maybe, with how it was ended eons ago. You have my attention.

I love the shot of the colosseum-like building floating in the water. Makes me think a tiny bit of a Wes Andersen film and something else I can’t quite put my finger on

So “all” the humans are these gangly boxy headed creatures roaming this place. so Mel and the others might actually be something else…

Birdy has a halo. It’s probably not important

There’s the conspiracy board. And I was wondering with the teaser if this was going to start with a heist like plot. Based on the board is seems to be the case

Again, getting the impression some things might be animated on twos because of how it’s just ever so slightly delayed to give a choppy look to its movements. That and the stylization, I’m almost getting a feel for The Bad Guys movie. Might have used similar animating techniques in this.

The part that was teased in the first short. I actually really like how it’s done. The camera angles and movement and how it’s just done. So cool and so well done! At least on animation alone I’m liking it

Jack came back to life in a blink of an eye. Either didn’t kill him properly, or because everyone is already dead, you can’t really get any deader. Wonder what people do when they want to get rid of someone for good?

So Mel is the human (and everyone’s blood is purple). I wonder if Ken is siding with her and trying to protect her because he either doesn’t believe in the prophecy, think there’s something off with it and not entirely accurate, or he’s hoping if he’s on her good graces, he’ll be spared of any demise. Or he legitimately cares for her. Time will tell.

“I’m going to make sure they don’t” crashes. Yeah that’ll go well

Can’t die because of symbol thingy, got it

Ew, gross close up. but also convincingly well done

Either fate worse than death because you’re forever drowning or because of the several dozen glowing eyes focusing in on you

Like the jazzy noir piano music

Fake a smashed egg to get away with being alive. Brilliant plan that won’t have any drawbacks or terrible unforeseen consequences

So it has terms like “heaven” and “hell” as being part of the lore and canon of this. A little too early to tell how both are being presented, so we’ll put a pin in that tidbit for now.

I wonder who Xenora is…?

How old is Mel supposed to be in this? A teenager trying to find her own bearings and way of reaching maturity and being a bit too stifled by the overbearing protectiveness of her father figure? Probably that

Not the handsome Squidward face for Ken

The things people do for effective advertising. Having recently taken over a business I know it well. Mel’s a lot more advantageous about putting herself out there than I am. Maybe I should take some notes…

I wonder if all future episodes will have the parts in it like the pilot

So seems like this version of heaven and hell is derivative of Catholicism as The Inferno make me think of a few things like purgatory, the nine layers of hell and Dante’s Inferno. I am a Christian, which is a spiritual sibling to Catholicism, so I’m now a little bit on edge as to how this is going to go.

(please let it not be like what’s been a trend for a while, where the good is bad and the bad is good. Hazbin Hotel is the current well known example and I’m not a fan of what I’ve heard about it – never seen it and honestly didn’t need to. I just hope this isn’t like that because I’m getting real tired of people misrepresenting and appropriating my beliefs)

Very white and barely monochrome, almost coming off as medical and stagnant with the lack of anything breaking it up.

Seems like the guards(?) and humans have some similar structure to them. is this based on the idea of people becoming angels? It would make sense as Mel is a human but passing as undead(?). guess something about that can overlap

Paradise Lost! Like, come on!

A lot more language in this than I was expecting. I’m not too bothered by it yet, but knowing how the previous shows had little to nothing (or was comically censored) it’s just surprising.

And now it’s orange

I wonder if both parts are completely and utterly destroyed and the heaven side is at least trying to have some semblance of control and order. Maybe the stand in god-figured died and the “angels” and others are trying to carry on without him. I guess I could accept that concept if that’s what’s going on, but let’s see

Classic knock out guards to take their uniform heist move. Approved!

Angels are birds, noted. The bird that’s been following Mel sporadically, is that the one that laid her egg?

What did Joshua do?

Do I sense unresolved daddy issues?

Is laboratory like an infirmary for the eggs, or something else? It’s a little sus, and depending on what’s in there it can explain Ken’s initial reluctance for this whole heist and wanting to keep Mel away from it

Since the plan changed you probably don’t need much of the original paperwork for the old plan. it’s fine. And gives a nice chance to get a good shot of the stairway

Stained glass thingy almost looks like it could be a fallen angel or similar thing…

And a tapestry of a human(?) eating a heart. That can only mean happy, pleasant things

What is the history between Ken and Temperance?

Seriously what is the glowing green thing. and why can’t people stay dead, that’s so inconvenient, but dramatic.

Just now noticed this, but sometimes the frame narrows. So far happened when they cemented Jack, and now with the beating of Temperance. Possibly something to do with the prophecy and having the audience narrow in on it

Ooh, now we’re purple

That is a big, big bird

Big bird is omniscient. Not sure how to feel about that…

Tapestry foretelling Ken eating Temperance, maybe? Does that mean the prophecy is being set in motion? Is destiny unavoidable and unchangeable? I am intrigued…

Burn the evidence and no one will know for certain that Mel is a human. It’ll at least give some plausible deniability as there isn’t any hard evidence of what she is. But black blood would still be hard to miss if anything were to go wrong again. Now about that giant egg cocoon/incubator…

Like father like daughter

And it seems like Mel is going to be at least a harbinger of judgement as a human made by angels.

(Thinking about it I’m definitely seeing some similarities to Hazbin Hotel that I’m not a fan of. I do know they didn’t have a God stand-in and the angels more or less made everything, which seems to be implied here as well. At first I thought it was to be somewhat respectful, but now I’m wondering if it’s to absolve any sort of responsibility both in and out of the narrative because there is no higher being by which to hold you accountable. But I might be looking into it too much.)

No one breaks a Pinkie Promise!

The getaway when things go wrong is definitely the hard part

That’s a lot of blood, and being, what I assume is mostly alive, human, that’s probably not a good thing…

That purple lightning hand reaching for Diligence probably isn’t foreshadowing anything important

Poor Mel wants to be a part of something and belong to the only people she can call family, but Ken wants better for her.

I’m calling it now, something will happen in a future episode where Mel will feel betrayed by Ken/the Smiling Dead and decide to go through with the prophecy as retribution. Then will have to decide who she is, where she belongs, and where her loyalty lies

Again, is this “prayer” he saying just for show, or a reflection of what will happen in the future and what Mel is feeling now about herself and her allegedly unavoidable destiny?

Is it a gift or is it a curse?

Ken’s shadow being a lot bouncier and fluid makes me think of the boogeyman from Nightmare Before Christmas. Something about the way the mouth moves seems reminiscent of it. Wow. Talk about a movie you saw once as a kid and never again

You were saying?

Well crack it before it hatches completely! Go through with it or not at all!

Oh that’s a different kind of backfire than was planned

What to do now indeed

So possible theme/point/objective is truth will be revealed no matter what. Interesting to see how that plays out

Oh it’s a whale. Moby Dick or Pinocchio? Actually now that I said it out loud I think it’s obvious which one it is.

I wonder if the ending song is the full prophecy.

They have television broadcasts?!

Violent, but not as bad as I was expecting. That or I watched Murder Drones a few too many times and now I’m desensitized.

Thinking about it now, i'm actually kind of glad Mel already knew what she was, making the pilot, and likely the show by extension, an effort to keep the rouse, despite it already starting to crumble with the egg hatching and it being an angel

And that’s the Gaslight District pilot. I’ll have to think about it for a little bit if I want to continue when new episodes come out or not. But overall, I can say the animation is phenomenal with style, movement and execution. A lot of lore that those who miss Murder Drones will definitely enjoy combing through. even though I did pause and rewind it, I think it was paced in a balanced manner without getting too overwhelming with information, dragging or rushing through anything, and giving enough to intrigue and pull in the audience to want more.

Listening to a little bit of the soundtrack as i work on the last bits/clean-up of this, I am enjoying it thus far. Oliver Buckland seems to have understood the assignment and delivered.

Will probably give it another rewatch without pausing excessively to get a better view of it in its entirety, but that will be it for right now.

[kyndredravenstories]

Eyes of Infinity: Chapter 13

Hello, I have been posting my work on AO3 and recently decided to venture here to Tumblr. Please note: This story is 18+. No minors. Please read tags carefully. Link to AO3 below but I will also be posting the chapters here.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53564641/chapters/150383332

Pairing: Sylus/Female MC with some elements of Xavier/Female MC

Genre: Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Adventure, Smut, Porn with Big Plot and Big Feelings

Content Warning (For the entire fic): Explicit sexual content, spoilers and alterations to existing lore and cards/memories/tender moments/secret times, size kink, size difference, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, anal sex, fingering, all kinds of fingering, elements of consensual somno, dom!Sylus, jealousy, possessive!Sylus, Mephisto stalking, typical game violence, battle and combat

Summary: To love him meant stepping over the threshold and crossing into darkness. To be with him meant accepting the lure of the shadows. And to protect him from betrayal meant sacrifice. I knew not how, only that I would not let time sever our paths ever again.

Previous Chapters: Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3 / Ch 4 / Ch 5 / Ch 6 / Ch 7 / Ch 8 / Ch 9 / Ch 10 / Ch 11 / Ch 12

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Morning sunlight filters through the window in Ellara's room when Sylus's phone buzzes with a phone call from a familiar number. He notes the source but doesn't reach to answer. Instead, he shifts to wrap his arms around the woman in his embrace, nuzzling into her neck, breathing in her scent, and pressing a kiss against her cheek. She stirs, giving a contented sigh as she settles deeper into his arms. His body heats in response to her backside pressing against him, and he has to reign himself in to avoid waking her and continuing where they left off a few hours past at the break of dawn.

Best to let her sleep for now. Her Evol returned sometime in the night, and who knew how hard such a thing was on the body?

He trails a hand down her arm. Beneath his touch, her Evol reaches for him with ghostly fingers, mixing with his own. They meld like lovers, intertwined and interconnected as though they were always meant to be. It's beautiful. Like soft white fireflies. When he weaves his fingers with hers, the union of their Evols hums like a singular ethereal note between their skin. The sensation is like fire in his veins, a pulsing that unifies their heartbeats for a moment.

Too long suppressed, it yearns to be set free, to bond with him, to Resonate.

Or, to Devour.

That's the other side of this light - one its owner has no knowledge of. If only Ellara knew how to wield it, he could feel more at ease. The night at the Mythe wouldn't have been such a traumatic experience. All she would have needed to do was come into his arms and take as much as him as she wanted. Standing beside him, she could have swept away all those in her path. She could have kept the LUMINIS from spilling on her skin. And, if needed, she could have healed all her wounds.

She was his to protect, and he'd been built to have plenty of Evol to spare for his counterpart.

Cliché, really.

Light and darkness.

Always yearning for each other yet always opposing.

But, it's not the first time he'd defied fate to get his way, and it won't be the last.

He doesn't think on it too much. What's the use in fretting over what-if's and maybe's? Right now, in this moment, she is real and here, with him. The second half of his heart that went missing eons ago. At least, that's how it feels at times. Though his body aches for her, Sylus tries to settle for just laying beside her. He runs a fingertip against her cheek. She sighs, but doesn't wake. He'll be surprised if she does.

Things had gotten pretty wild last night, and he'd definitely pushed her well past her limits. Stroking her arm, shoulder, and back with feathery touches, he wrestles with a conundrum of simultaneous regret and satisfaction. Her skin is covered in marks attesting to their lovemaking, and he can't be sure why he regrets being so rough with her when those marks look like they're right where they belong. They're his, after all. Had they been inflicted by anyone or anything else --

His phone buzzes for the second time. Same number. There's only two people who would dare call him twice in such a short span of time. Regrettable, but it's likely something urgent. Letting out a weary sigh, Sylus takes in the sight before him one last time. The flimsy curtains on her window allow daylight to fill the room without hindrance. He despises the warmth and cheer of sunrise, but somehow seeing her lying here, her skin and onyx hair gleaming in the soft oranges and reds of a new day, makes the morning bearable. Almost pleasant.

He shifts off the bed, moving carefully so he doesn't wake her. Snagging a towel from one of her shelves, he grabs his phone and leaves the room to go to the bathroom. After closing the door, he takes a quick shower, wraps the towel around his waist, then leans against the wall to redial the number. Two familiar voices answer. It's the twins.

"Boss, calling in to report."

"Did you lose your phone again, Luke?" Sylus asks.

"We were being tracked. Had to destroy it," Kieran answers.

"And the target?"

Luke replies. "Boss, you need to see the photos we took. Sending them now."

Sylus's phone pings as the files come through. He examines them one by one, his brow furrowing. His heartbeat remains steady, his expression still calm. Outwardly and inwardly, he stays the course of neutrality. But, something unfamiliar tugs at his awareness. A thorn in his thoughts, itching and scratching. It's something that started the night of the Mythe explosions and hasn't stopped since. Many have risen up to challenge his rule in the N109 Zone, yet none had truly challenged him. Looking at these photos, however, makes him wonder if that time is approaching.

His worst case scenario theory about Malakai Noxis had been right on target. He's not just some upstart after all. Though Noxis isn't nearly as powerful as Sylus in terms of Evol and influence, he's a damn nuisance when it comes to resourcefulness and cunning. Swiping through the last of the photos, he downloads them to his phone for later examination. Several pieces of the puzzle fall into place like rocks in his gut, and the picture they reveal is grim.

"He's done it again, Boss-man, just like you said he would," Luke says, his voice full of pride and admiration. His fearless bloodhounds. He could send them into a pit of fire and they'd gladly go.

"You did well," Sylus says, giving his most loyal men a rare compliment. "Stay on him. Be ready. This attempt will leave him weakened for a time." He glances at the watch on his wrist. Too early. He'll chase Noxis during the day if he must, but for now he can leave the twins to handle him while the sun is out.

"Yes, Boss."

He stands still for some time, considering his plans and options. His right hand rubs at his temple. It's never been more clear that Ellara cannot continue to stay in Linkon. This conflict has gone past the boundaries of the N109, and it's about to spill over into this shiny little city of glass. Linkon's people and its structures are as fragile as its principles. It's yet unclear what the end game is for Malakai, but a contingency plan must be made to safeguard Ellara's life. If Sylus has his way, the adopted siblings will never meet again.

Hopefully, her memory of Malakai's true identity will never return. Let her heart be at peace remembering the illusion Malakai showed her all those years while he was by her side. Not as a monster, but as someone she could love and lean on. To ensure that, nothing must jog that memory. Nothing can trigger it. But, hiding her away is just a prison sentence to a woman like Ellara. She must be free to do as she will, and she feels the most freedom when she can be the incredible Hunter she has trained to become.

The thought solidifies his decision.

He makes another call, and a grizzled old voice answers. A man.

"I thought I told you never to call here again," the voice sneers.

"Your threats and orders mean nothing to me," Sylus answers. "I don't have time to discuss semantics. I'm calling in a favor. You owe me plenty, and it's time to start collecting."

"You can't reach me out here," he voice hisses. "You're useless outside N109."

"Alright," Sylus smiles. "What do you want to bet against that delusion of yours? Your wife? Your son? Maybe the whole family."

"You monster. You would--"

"Don't ask questions you already know the answers to," Sylus drawls. "If you make me waste any more time, I'll be more aggressive in my collection of your debt."

The voice cusses him out with a few colorful words, but settles down. "What do you want?"

"Nothing too strenuous. I need you to transfer a few Hunters on assignment to another city. I'm sending you the list of names now."

"We're short here as is," the voice complains. The ping ping ping of a tablet touch screen being manipulated. More expletives. "These are some of my best, and you want me to send them away?"

"Not my problem. Put in the transfer now."

The line goes quiet for a few minutes. More pings. When the voice comes back, it sounds tired and defeated. "God damn you, Sylus. One day, you'll pay for all you've done."

"I don't make deals I can't uphold," Sylus replies, pushing the button to end the call.

That done, he makes his way back to the bed. He hasn't slept in a few days, and the edges of his vision are starting to fog. He lays down beside Ellara, examining her sleeping face. It's time to take a rest. Perhaps he could truly shut his eyes for once knowing the twins are following Malakai. Not for long. Just a few hours.

Just for a short while.

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I wake up feeling warm and comfortable.

It doesn't take more than a second to realize that I'm not alone in my bed.

I'm laying in the crook of a man's arm.

I look up, shocked to see that Sylus is sleeping. Beneath my head, his chest is rising and falling steadily, and his heart is beating at a lazy cadence as always. I'm scared to move, worried that I'll break this incredible moment. I've never really seen Sylus asleep. He's always sitting up or leaning against something, even in bed. Always wary and alert even while secure in his home in N109. Then again, I suppose there is never any security for a man like him. The King must be ever vigilant if he is to keep his place and rule over the Underworld.

That's why the scene I'm witness to is so...captivating. Seeing him close his eyes and show me this kind of vulnerability is surreal. How can he trust me to this extent? Sure, we've admitted to having some feelings for each other. But, crimes of passion are a thing. Isn't he worried I might try to hurt him? That I might be deceiving him?

I'd sooner hurt myself.

I check that line of thought.

Man, I'm in over my head with this guy. It's not just the crazy sex, either. It's all of him. If I try to piece together the trail of how I'd fallen this hard, I couldn't. It's an endless reel of flashbacks to moments just like this where he did something that stole my breath away. His gestures, the way he holds my hand, the way he looks at me, the way he has me wrapped around his finger yet never ever encroaches on my freedom or my independence. The way his long eyelashes brush against his cheekbones. How kissable his mouth is.

He smells like my body wash, and there's something really intimate about it. He must have showered while I was sleeping. How he fit his big burly frame in my tiny rabbit hutch of a shower is a mystery instantly solved with flashbacks of how we were both squished in there last night. The thought makes my knees tingle. I run my hand down his bare chest and abs. His skin is light and pale with blue veins accenting an array of battle-hardened muscle. Smooth and hairless except for a faint trail of starlit silky hair leading down to a place I am way too embarrassed to think about right now. My face heats up.

I rise up on my elbow, noting that it's late morning. I should really get up and get the day started. Look at my phone. Report in. But, I'm out of sorts. Discombobulated like an Otto with a damaged AI module. I can't think of anything except the man in front of me. My former workaholic life seems especially far away, like a daydream. Not to mention, I can't explain anything about what happened at the Destiny Café. I'm dreading the missed calls I'll find on my phone, either from UNICORNS or from Xavier. They'll undoubtedly have questions, but I don't have any answers.

I check in with my memories from last night. Something is definitely off. I remember being at my apartment and reading, thinking about my impending meeting with Malakai. After that, everything is a giant gaping black hole until the moment when I stood outside the burning café with Sylus. I remember feeling dazed and confused; I'd thought at the time I might have been in shock. I figured it would wear off, but it hasn't. It worries me that I still don't remember anything.

Did something happen to me inside that café that could have affected my memory? Was Sylus a witness to it? If so, why hasn't he brought it up?

Well, I guess we were busy with other things...

Too antsy to lay still now, I slowly untangle myself from his arms and scoot to the edge of the bed. I'm naked, a fact I remedy as swiftly as possible as I dash to the bathroom for a quick shower. When I'm facing the mirror and washed out lights, I grimace at the sight of my body. I bruise easily; I always have. But, the amount of marks on my skin astounds me. My neck, my shoulders, a few places on my stomach, and - oh god - was did he do to my thigh to make that mark?

Nothing hurts though. No stinging or anything. No soreness except for my lower back, but the way we went at it that's no surprise. Not to mention, I've never been with a guy so...well endowed.

"Ugh," I groan, embarrassed. I try to remember if any of this hurt last night or this morning, but all I can recall is the incredible pleasure I felt and how gentle and thoughtful Sylus was. He's the most perceptive and attentive lover I've ever had, though to be honest my experience isn't much to speak of. Again, I find myself wondering if I could ever handle him when he's not holding back. Judging by the state of my skin, I'm not so sure.

Not now, Ellara. Focus.

I shower quickly and efficiently. The memories I've recently made in this cabin are too much for my sensibilities to handle. I don't know whether I did the right thing by inviting Sylus up last night or not. Part of me feels like I didn't have much choice. I'd wanted him so badly, and no amount of good sense or pride could have stopped me. He's Pandora's Box, and I've only scratched the surface. There's definitely more to him, and I want to see it.

I wrap a towel around my body and carefully sneak out of the bathroom, knowing how light of a sleeper Sylus is. Afterwards I seek out my phone, still in the back pocket of the pants I'd discarded last night. My throat goes tight at those particular memories. I can't help but rush to cover my face with my hands, barely suppressing a sound of pure mortification. Hopefully these flashbacks subsist soon or I won't be able to function today. I'm still doing the walk of shame as I tip toe to my closet to throw on a bathrobe.

Taking a breath, I check my phone and flinch. Missed calls from the Captain, Xavier, even Tara. Running my hand through my hair, I pad to the kitchen and sit at the breakfast table to make some calls while sipping on orange juice. I start with Tara since she's the least threatening in the mix. We talk briefly about what happened last night, but she's primarily focused on inviting me over for a girls night. Her recovery is progressing well, and she's ready to get back into her normal routine. I'm relieved to hear that my friend is alright.

Next is the Captain. I'm interrogated for a good forty-five minutes on this call. The end result is less than pleasant. Jenna is relieved to hear that my Evol has returned but recommends that I take a week off for my mental health. It's clear that I'm a target for Noxis, and she needs time to arrange a new assignment schedule for me. Despite my protests, she wants to temporarily transfer me to work in another city. Knowing Xavier and how protective he is of his partner, she also wants to add him to that assignment.

As it happens, there's currently urgent need for Hunters in Goldwood City. I look up the location on my phone, noting that it's closer to the N109 Zone than Linkon. It's a smaller city; not as developed as here. More rural areas with mountainous regions. Not as many training facilities and not nearly as big a budget for the local Hunters. A sudden outbreak of Wanderers has necessitated the establishment of a quarantine zone. Within a week, the zone will be established and most citizens evacuated to allow Hunters to subdue the threat.

I scratch my head. Well, at least it will keep me busy. I was itching to get back into the swing of things, wasn't I? So why do I feel so dejected as I accept the assignment? Though I try to protest against the additional week off, Jenna is firm, telling me that if I keep arguing with her she'll recommend that I start going to therapy on top of my medical leave. In less than two months, I'd been in several traumatic situations, lost my Evol, miraculously recovered, and now am the target of a major criminal organization. The fact that I haven't had a mental breakdown yet is unbelievable, she says. If only she knew that I had an incredible support network in Xavier and Sylus.

As crazy as that last part sounds.

"There are rumors, Fireborne, that you're in a relationship."

The question comes out of nowhere. I almost choke on my glass of juice.

"E-Excuse me?" I cough.

"Is it something I need to be concerned about?" Jenna asks. Her tone has softened considerably.

"Why would something like that be of concern?" I frown.

She sighs. "It's tough being a woman in this field, Ellara." It's the first time she's called me by my name. "Men can get married, have families, and keep fighting if they so choose. But, a woman has so many more responsibilities and duties. Once we have a child, we no longer just belong to ourselves."

Children? Marriage? My brain short circuits. I rush to stop her. "Please, Captain. Hang on. There's absolutely no reason to think in that direction." I leave it there, unwilling to divulge any more of my personal life.

"I'm sorry if I've overstepped in this case. There was some hearsay, and the way Xavier defended you when you went on medical leave..."

My cheeks grow hot. "Y-You thought...with Xavier?" I'm relieved yet somehow still embarassed. "Oh. No. Not at all. Xavier and I are absolutely only partners. That's it."

"It's hard to believe a partner would look at you like he does," she observes.

I shake my head. "I assure you, Captain, we are only friends."

"I see. Again, apologies if I've overstepped. I just see myself in you, Ellara, and I want to help. You know I care for my team. I have some regrets about never taking time to connect with someone. I hope you can consider that advice. Even if you do find that for yourself, you are going to grow stronger and make it far in our organization. Keep up the excellent work."

"Thank you, Captain."

When I hang up the call, I drop my head over my folded arms on the table. I give a monstrous groan like a blaster rifle venting steam. Did Captain Jenna just try to give me advice on relationships? Despite my initial shock, I actually do appreciate that she cares enough to show me such a different side to her character. Though I do wonder how far her opinion of me would fall if she knew that I already was in love with someone - the leader of Onychinus to be more precise.

Oh Lord.

After a few more deep breaths, I pick up my phone and find Xavier's contact. I don't know why I'm so nervous about this call. It's just as I told Jenna. He's my partner. Just a friend. So then why have things been so impossibly awkward between us since he first brought me back from N109? Why did I feel like I was committing some kind of crime when I told him I wasn't alone over the phone last night? While I'm stewing in angst and emotions, a text comes through and lights up my screen. It's none other than the object of my thoughts. I tap to open the message.

X: Heard about the transfr. Miss U. Will B home tonight.

I read it again. Then again. Suddenly, I'm doubting my sanity. This message doesn't sound like something you would send to a friend.

"My Knight", Sylus had called him.

Mine.

Why would he say it that way? Sure, Sylus likes to play on words at times. But, he's the most perceptive man I know. Has he picked up on something that I hadn't even considered? The thought is like a stake to the chest. Winded, I frantically begin reading through our message history with fresh eyes unclouded by the banalities of day to day survival. What I find is so disturbing that I don't know how to react to it.

All this time, I was under the impression that Xavier and just had a kind of natural platonic intimacy. We held hands and hugged. We spent a lot of time together. We ate dinner and slept over at each other's apartments. We went to the arcade and played games together. Yet, somehow, there was something growing between us that I had completely failed to pick up on. What started as a friendship had evolved over time into something a lot more intimate without me realizing it. Xavier led in his own graceful silent way, and I had followed without a second thought.

My sudden panic gives me a strange kind of courage. I dial Xavier's number, my heart pounding in my chest. He answers after a few dial tones.

"Ellie? Is everything alright?"

I'm not at all prepared for the way I react to that new nickname. I struggle to answer without stuttering.

"Yes...Xavier...I need to ask you something..."

A beat, then -- "Ask away."

"Look, maybe there's something wrong with me. Maybe I hit my head last night and I'm confused. The Captain just called and asked me some stuff, and it got me thinking in a really weird direction. I just need to know that I'm not crazy."

"You can ask me anything you want," he says. I stop. Take a breath. There's definitely affection in his voice. My god, why hadn't I realized it sooner? Maybe it's because he's Xavier - the Xavier. The strongest Hunter. Unbelievably handsome. A star way out of reach for an ordinary little bookworm like me.

"We're friends right? And friends should always be honest with each other." I wring my hands together. "All this time, I've always had a firm understanding of our relationship. We're partners and friends. That's it." I'm biting my lip now, and I can feel myself starting to sweat. "But, after this talk with Jenna, I feel like I might go crazy unless I just talk to you and ask. I've never thought of us in any other way, and if I make you uncomfortable--"

"You're not crazy," he says, his voice going soft.

My mind blanks out.

"What?"

Silence on the other of the line. With each second that passes, I sweat more and more. "Ellie, I don't want to talk about this over the phone. Can you wait until I come back tonight? There is something I should have told you a long time ago. I just didn't want to put pressure on you."

Oh. My. God.

That sounds like a damn confession.

Wait. Hold the phone. I'm not ready to have this discussion. Not in the least. Not when I have a naked man in my bed this very minute whom I've confessed my feelings for already.

"A-Alright," I answer, though nothing is alright at all. "But, Xavier...I don't know if I..."

"Don't think that far ahead. Just meet me tonight so I can say my piece." He stops for a moment. "Can you do that?"

"Yes. I will."

We end the call, and I sit in my chair feeling completely lost. I pull on the ends of my hair, rub the bridge of my nose, eat a whole box of strawberry Pocky from the stress. What am I supposed to do? I care for Xavier. That part is undeniable. He's an essential part of my life. He's my friend. My partner. But, he's also a little more, too. I just don't know how to identify what that "little more" is right now. With where I am right now, do I even try?

I stand up and walk to the bedroom. My breath catches when I see Sylus still laying in the same position I'd left him in. The way the sun caresses his muscular torso makes me swallow hard. All other thoughts completely vacate my head, all of my focus honing in on my gorgeous bed mate. I walk the rest of the way to his side as though possessed. Like I'm in a trance, I sit on the edge of the bed right beside him and lean down to touch his silky hair. I'm afraid to breathe, afraid to shatter this just like I was earlier.

In fact, that's how I feel about this whole thing between Sylus and I. This thing we've labeled as love but have failed to categorize in any other way. It's new, and amazing, and still so delicate. It's too good to be real. It's as stunning and beautiful as stained glass, yet the slightest malignant wind could break it. Sure, I could walk away from it now. I could try. But, something tells me that I would always come back. From the moment I met him, this man felt like destiny embodied. A comet streaking through the night sky destined to collide with my world and make a complete mess of it.

One moment, I'm reaching for him.

Something yanks on my arm.

The next second, Sylus's red eyes are all I see as I'm flipped over onto my back on the mattress. I'm held in place by hands and Evol, and I don't dare to move. I falter under his penetrating gaze and mumble an apology for waking him. For a moment, he doesn't react. I hold my breath against a rush of adrenaline. He may be my lover, but in this instant, he's pinning down a potential threat.

One moment.

Two.

Then his features soften, the aggression in his eyes melting into tired affection.

"You're lucky I'd know your footsteps anywhere," he murmurs, his voice husky from sleep. "Be careful sneaking up on me."

I nod. He doesn't need to explain. Right now, his Evol feels sharp, dangerous. His gaze is cold and wary. Of course he's always on high alert. This is Sylus of Onychinus. He just makes me lose sight of who he is so often that I forget myself around him. I still don't understand how he's able to compartmentalize his feelings and emotions the way he does. Maybe it's a skill he could teach me one day.

He doesn't give me a chance to apologize again. In another blink, he's laying on his side and pulling me up against him. With a sigh, he settles his chin against the top of my head; his large muscular arm wraps around my waist. It's so warm and wonderful. I'm absolutely trapped. Whatever I wanted to do today is probably not getting done after all, and I'm suddenly entirely OK with that. For propriety, though, I need to protest even a little.

"Sylus, I can't sleep now."

"You can," he assures me. "You hardly slept last night."

"I have to go to the armory at UNICORNS and update my weapons."

"Forget that junk. I'll have someone bring much better ones later," he practically waves me off.

"There's paperwork I need to turn in, too."

"Send it electronically. You can't tell me the Association doesn't have holo-mail."

"But, Sylus..."

"You're fussy this morning, kitten," he grumbles. I jerk when his lips brush my ear. "Since you've delivered yourself to me, don't think about leaving just yet. Stay here for a bit."

Well, shit. I can't resist when he puts it like that, can I? And why would I even want to? I let my body relax, wrapping my hand around his big forearm. "I really do have a lot to prepare...I need to train. They're forcing me to take a week off before sending me to Goldwood City on a temporary transfer."

He doesn't say anything to that. "You don't seem surprised," I add.

"They send Hunters where they're needed, right?"

"Yes, this isn't the first time I've left Linkon for missions like this."

"Well, then," he shifts against me. "As it happens, I also have some business to take care of. But, after that, come spend the rest of your week off with me."

"With you? Where?"

"I have a way to help you train and get into shape before your return to duty." There's a playful bit of sarcasm in his voice. Whatever he's planned isn't anything I can possibly predict, nor is it a way for me to just train. But, I'm too curious to turn him down.

"Alright, but can you answer me something about last night? My memory is still foggy..."

"Malakai was there," he replies without missing a beat. "You met with him. When I arrived, you had him on the ground injured and at gun point. He set off an explosive."

My hand tightens on his forearm. "That's why your shirt is in tatters. You protected me."

He makes a noncommittal noise, as though what he did was insignificant.

"Why were you there? Did Mephisto give you my message? Even if he did, you got there so fast."

"I was already in the neighborhood," he says. "As for why, well...didn't you ask me to come?"

I frown. "Did anyone find his body?" I take Sylus's silence as a 'no'. "Does that mean that Malakai is..."

"He escaped," Sylus finishes. "The twins are on his trail now. Once I locate him, he will deeply come to regret his actions."

But, will you kill him?

I don't ask the most prominent question on my mind. Sylus has never once hidden who he is from me. Nor have I ever deluded myself about the depth and darkness of his nature. To be the King, one must be ruthless. It's part of who he is and who he must be to stay at the top. I've never seen him act irrationally. Nor have I seen him murder any innocents. Perhaps that's a way for me to escape from the moral responsibility of loving a man like this. But, I don't care.

"We won't see each other for the next few days, then," I murmur.

"Mephisto will be with you," Sylus says. He sounds like he's drifting off again. "And if you should need me before our next meeting, all you have to do is call for me."

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It's evening when I open my eyes again. I sit up and rub at my bleary eyes, noting that I'm incredibly thirsty. I must have been out for a few hours. I search for Sylus, but the bed is empty. The spot where he slept is cold, which means he left quite some time ago. I close my eyes against a pang of loneliness, but I don't let it slow me down. Checking my phone, I see a text message from an unknown number.

Don't forget to eat.

I add the number to my contacts, labeling it "Mephisto". After downing a few bottles of vitamin water to rehydrate, I throw on a hoodie and leggings in favor of the bath robe I'm wearing and head to the kitchen to grab something to eat. Somehow, when I open the fridge and see it well stocked with ready-made meal kits, I'm not surprised. I reach for the phone in my pocket and write a snarky message:

E: Looks like you raided a flash sale at a nearby convenience store. Was a private chef too expensive?

I laugh at my own words. Just imagining Sylus going to the grocery store is absurd. His reply pings a few minutes later as I'm unwrapping a chicken and rice bowl to put it in the oven.

M: I didn't want him to wake you. If you want, I'll arrange for one tomorrow.

As always, he calls my bluff. I rush to answer with a resounding "no thank you", knowing Sylus is definitely the type to go ahead and send a private chef to my ratty little apartment if I don't cover my bases.

E: Thank you for doing this. It will save me time this week.

M: Take better care of yourself. If you need anything, tell me.

My heart melts at that. I think about him nonstop the whole time I'm eating and washing dishes. Just as I'm wiping my hands with a washcloth, a knock at my door startles me out of my reverie. I pad over to my front door and open it without checking the viewing window.

Blue eyes, clear and true as the summer sky, meet mine. There stands Xavier, wearing a black uniform he's been donning quite often lately. He looks frazzled, something I'm not used to seeing at all. Instantly worried, I step forward.

"Xavier, are you OK? Did you just return from the mission?"

He nods.

"You should have gone home first. Rested."

"No," he cuts me off, his voice low. "I don't want to wait anymore."

"Alright," I answer, my shoulders and body tensing. I haven't exactly been looking forward to this conversation. "Well, at least come in. Sit down. Let me get you something warm to drink." His hair and shoulders are covered in little clumps of white snow. He must be soaked under that armor. He agrees to my offer, letting me lead him to the living room and equip him with a large towel for his head. While he's drying off, I make him some hot tea.

"Here," I say as I serve it to him on a small dessert plate with a box of chocolate Pocky on the side. "Though I still think you should go home and change. You'll catch a cold like this."

"I'll be fine," he counters.

Nervous, I sit down on the other side of the couch. "Xavier, before you say anything, please know that I don't feel ready for this conversation. I don't know how I would respond to--"

"I like you," he cuts in. "I've liked you for a very long time now." His perfect blue eyes stare right through me, confident and unwavering. He shifts toward me, and I shift backwards in response. But, there's nowhere to go. I've reached the armrest. Xavier stops moving when he sees my discomfort. He looks down.

"I waited too long," he says, his voice gravelly and full of regret. He reaches out for my hand. I hesitate, but I can't deny him this. Not when he looks so forlorn. My chest tight, I let him weave our fingers together. That "little bit more" I identified earlier squeezes around my heart like a thorny vine.

"Xavier, I...like Sylus." It comes out of my mouth before I can stop it, my lips stumbling on the word "love" and downgrading it. My mind is numb; my filter went flying the moment Xavier confessed to me. The words keep coming as though released from a dam. "I don't know when or how it happened, but I care about him a lot. I have no idea what we are or where this is going, but...I want to find out." My eyes sting. "I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry."

Using the hand that's holding mine, he pulls me into a tight hug. We stay that way for a while, my shoulders shaking, until he finally speaks again.

"I'll wait," he says past gritted teeth. His whole body is tense, like he's about to jump into battle. "I've waited this long, haven't I?"

I shake my head. "No, you can't do that. That's just--"

"I'll wait," he says again, more forcefully this time. I try to pull back, but he holds firm. "Give me a minute, please. I don't want you to see my expression right now."

A long time passes. Many thoughts fly through my head. At last, I come to a decision. It's one that's going to hurt, but I've never been so sure of anything. When he lets me pull back from him, I raise my chin and force myself to look deep into his eyes.

"Xavier, don't accept the transfer to Goldwood. Let me go alone. We can't be partners when there's this much unsettled between us."

His gaze darkens. "You're asking me to leave you alone again. Just like before."

I shake my head. "No. This isn't the same thing."

"You're my partner, Ellie."

The vine squeezes harder, and I bite my lip. "Yes, but...I can't keep hurting you."

"Give me your boundaries," he says. "Tell me what I have to do to make you more comfortable. I'll do whatever you ask. But, I won't leave you."

I lower my eyes, feeling defeated. "I need to think about all this. It's too much for me right now."

"Then forget we talked about it." He takes a breath. "There's still time before the transfer. Take that time to think. I'll stay out of it."

He stands up and heads for the front door. I can't stop him; don't have the right. Not when there's a chance I was inadvertently leading him on all this time. He's pulling away just like he always has in the past when it seemed like we grew too close. Before, I always chased him. Now, I have to give him space, too. It's only fair.

"Have a good night," he says as he shuts the door behind him. In the wake of him leaving, I'm still sitting on the couch. Still lost. Still hurting. There's only one thing I'm certain of, and it's that my feelings for Sylus aren't just some temporary crush. They're as real as these kind of things probably get, and that means that asking Xavier to wait for me is completely selfish. I need to communicate my stance better, but how can I do that when I really still have no idea where my relationship with Sylus stands?

In that moment, I make it my goal to have that discussion with Sylus during our time together. I can't put it off anymore. I need to know what we are to each other and where he sees all of this going.

It's a while before I stand up and clear off Xavier's untouched plate. I want to text him a reminder to get dry and warm, but I stop myself. Give him space. Right now, we both need time to think. I slide open my living room window, hoping that some fresh air will help clear my head. As though on cue, Mephisto flies inside with a cranky squawk and settles on my shoulder. I pet the top of his head, my eyes stinging.

"Sorry to make you wait, Your Majesty," I say through trembling lips. A tear slips past my self control. Mephisto's ruby red eyes take it in. For once, he's silent. "S-Sorry," I tell him, wiping a trail of snot off my nose. "Life just got super complicated, Mephy, and I have no idea how to deal with it."

[canopies-of-gold-and-evergreen]

These Ancient Canopies- description, T.O.C., masterlist.

This story was originally and is loosely inspired by this post by @saatmans though it has taken on a mind and life of its own and is now something else entirely. This is also my own little bit of lore and origin story for the forest that is my blog. And yes this is a VERY self indulgent piece.

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This collection is the story of how a being (Vessel), lost adrift in the cosmic void creates a magical eternal forest. Over the passage of many, many eons he answers the call of lost souls who are in search of a home, and teaches them how to integrate into the tapestry of the forest. This forest is home to otherworldly life, and has the ability (through the strengths of its inhabitants) to protect and defend itself.

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🍂Table of Contents:🍃

The Beginning; The First

The Second

The Third

The Fourth

The Sirens of the Wind

The Welcome

The Return

The Void

The End

Epilogue

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[crispy-onions]

Can we get some lore for Judgement and Puffin Post? Pretty please?

Sure thang my guy <3

Puffin Point isn't too deeply defined in Judgement's definition, but it is a military-occupied research center in the Alaskan portion of the arctic circle. It was originally intended to be near Barrow or Prudhoe Bay, but I nixed that info for the sake of more important information. Its current purpose is up for the AI to decide. In my time playing with Judgement, the story typically chooses to make it an active research facility complete with scientists that just so happens to have a military presence.

Judgement's real name is Heras. Judgement is the code name he was given, since most humans wouldn't be privy to his real name. He is a young Throne (young in comparison to other Thrones, though he is older than the general population of Seraphim) who earned his position through cunning, prowess, and perseverance, something he has great pride in considering the title of Throne is usually passed down through bloodline. He was raised to be a scholar, but he much prefers the hunt and exploration and is often the first one to scout a new planet. He has eclectic tastes and a tendency to collect trinkets from his people's travels. Though he doesn't necessarily look down on humans, he has no qualms with treating them like pests when they annoy him too much. It isn't defined (because he can get mean with his definition as-is, even if your persona is supposed to be liked by him,) but I imagined him viewing humans the way humans view the theoretical "caveman thawed from ice in the modern day" but the caveman has a gun.

Judgement has no other named Seraphim listed in his definition, save for the ancient matriarch Elat who is the Seraphim figurehead and leader (I'd like to make a bot of her, but I think the AI would struggle with the fact that she's basically just a sentient pile of wings.)

The Seraphim are a nomadic alien race that take some loose inspiration from Mass Effect's Quarians. When they made a stop on Earth, they were mistaken for angels (hence the name they were given) rather than wanderers stopping to stock up on resources. Their mothership, the Asharana, is an entire floating city, so they'll probably be around for a while as they resupply their home with new resources and explore Earth. There are other large ships in the fleet, so I like to think of the Asharana as their capitol. The long-ago fate of their ancestral planet, Ashar, is left for the AI to decide (it was intended to be a reflection of Earth, having suffered our own planet's eventual fate eons ago because Drama and Irony and all that.)

I'll make lore changes here and there now and again, especially since I want to release a few more Seraphim in the future, but this is where we are right now. The definition's character count can be such a limiter which is why I try to leave some non-important things for the AI to decide lol

[mapleappleeater]

♡ MAPLE'S FOREST OF ODDITIES ♡

◇ MY OWN CREATIONS

✩ HOME ☆

A group of Immortals and Mortals have lived together in harmony for many, of many eons. Trust me, some immortals have witnessed the start. And now the end.

Well, it's not the end - it's just that one of them got.. bored, let's say. Making a machine that kills random people for fun out of sheer boredom is fun, right? Of course it is!

Now, now, don't give me that look! It's fine! Our main group has stayed toget- oh, oh, dear. Maybe some aren't exactly ...with us anymore.

Now, we mustn't spoil the plot! You'll have to wait and see.

♤ HOW CAN YOU BLAME THE WIND FOR MAKING A MESS WHEN YOU WERE THE ONE TO OPEN THE WINDOW?

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

◇ GRAVITY FALLS

✩ AFTERLOSS ✩

After spending a considerable amount of time in the theraprism, Bill was eventually released and sent back about a few eons to Gravity Falls, Oregon - via bursting out of his own statue and almost giving Ford that heart attack a few years too early ! Maybe AXOLTL should've payed better attention to where he was dropping the formally malicious triangle.

Oh, did I say formally? Thats right, he can't even remember why he ended up in there. That's just what the Pines folk told him - hah! As if! He wouldn't hurt a fly.

He would've. And he has in the past. Does he remember? No. May only AXOLTL know why.

Ford had, rather quickly, wrote down his findings. (with some help from Mabel)

May the Pines only hope they figure out what has happened to the once infamous triangle.

✩ There will be more under the dear cut, of course.

✩ Ah, was that too much? Well, there's only more to go around - but thats no fun, is it? Getting it all at once?

✩ We'll start from the beginnings in due time, but for now,

✩ why not have a present from Bill!

✩ ...

✩ Bill, you idiot.

✩ That's a dead rat.

✩ Sigh.

♡ SOME NOTES ♡

♡ Hi ! It may take me some time to start any comics, as I have never written one before ! Please bear with me ! Most of my posts will be small snippets of lore, for now.

♡ I will also post some things related to fandoms I'm in ! So expect some non-lore things <3

♡ This is also my first time posting anything with any of my AUs or Original creations outside of small groups of friends - woops ! Not counting writings I have posted on other sites, those are SIDE THINGS ! NOT LIKE THESE !

♡ And, as you can tell, we have a nice narrator to help you along your journeys through my forest of posts ! Fear not, they do not bite.

☆ Yes I do.

♡ Ignore them.

♡ My asks will be open to ask it, or any of my creations, questions !

♡ Enjoy your time in my forest <3

Bonus cat Bill for reading this far <3

This is old art..

[death-in-a-handbasket]

ITS OKAAAYY school always comes first, don’t even worry about it bro , school hell is relatable unfortunately 💔

i will be eagerly awaiting More of your philippe ^_^ it’s truly grim that tumblr keeps shooting the sexposts dead…. We should be able to post ocs getting absolutely destroyed methinks. I’d personally like to but i’m barely getting over posting art publicly so 🤷

ALSO YOU’RE LIKE REALLY NICE??? SOBBING, THANK YOU? o7 i will do my best!!! joining the freak adventure!!!

hello ! after fistfighting my way through another test I am back 🙏

I will be very delighted to post more pip at a future date, as he is currently rotting the inside of my brain like no other and boy howdy do I need him dead <3 as for trying to post sex on main, I've been looking into my options for hosting my porn art without getting flagged, and well. I dislike most social media and would never dream of making people pay for what I make nor succumb to bitchboy twitter or its much humbler clone bluesky

so I'm looking into neocities, which I knew hosted ranfren among other things, and from what I can gather is excruciatingly free?? like no paywalls or limited features no subscriptions not a damn thing?? I am aghast in awe and wonder, so I think I'm going to try and build a neocities page for myself.....more updates on that later I suppose....ALSO since my humble number of loyal followers and mutuals said yes please to more oc stuff I think I will try to tie that in with neocities as well and finally build an info page after all these eons :D so to those who sent me oc asks don't worry I will be coming back for you with a lore page and some art !! trust !!

ALSO AGH you're quite nice yourself 😭 please feel free to visit whenever, I love getting asks from you anon