#ooc. I LOVE DROPPING ‘LORE’

[lovesickeros]

☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 2 ]

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ]

This had to be a punishment of some sort – some kind of divine punishment.

She was bored out of her mind just watching the sleeping body – she hadn't blinked once in the past five hours, her eyes were really starting to hurt. Yet they still hadn't moved so much as an inch since she sequestered them away to the only place she had known to be safe.

But it'd been almost a week since then.

The only solace she found was that Teyvat had seemed much less hellbent on collapsing in on itself like a dying star.

That counted for something.

Not much, but something!

..Even if their position was no better then it was a week ago.

There was, after all, still the issue of what to do about the false Creator – the actual imposter – and the Archons following them like blind lambs. The other Archons wouldn't listen if she tried to reason with them, and it would only risk the life of Divine One if she spoke of their location to anyone else.

She also was pretty fond of having her head still attached to her shoulders.

So she avoided them all together. Partially because she wasn't sure she wouldn't have a breakdown at the sight of them..she'd never been a fighter, and fighting an Archon? Easy pass.

Instead she was forced to babysit the sleeping Divine until they woke up while Neuvillette handled taking care of the nation and dealing with the other Archons – and by extension the false Creator.

Really though, she would almost think them dead if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest.

Though..this also left her with a lot of time to herself. A lot of time to think.

She really didn't like it.

There wasn't a lot to occupy her mind and what little there was only distracted her for a scant few moments before her eyes drifted back to the Divine like she was locked in their orbit, unable to escape.

She closed the same book for the twelfth time – she kept count – and returned it to it's meticulously designed place within her bookcase. A low, barely audible huff of frustration escaped her lips before she could bite it down, her stare boring a hole into the body of the Divine One with a sharp intensity she rarely showed.

She was tired, bored and constantly on edge, fearing that at any moment someone would find out about their presence here.

That, at the drop of a hat, she would be powerless to stop the greatest tragedy of her time play out before her eyes.

Neuvillette would have scolded her for being so petulant, especially around the Divine One, if he were here.

But he wasn't.

He was out running her nation, instead.

And what was she doing? Nothing!

She grit her teeth, nails digging harshly into the palm of her hands as she took a deep breath – now was not the time to think about that. She had..much more pressing matters. Sulking and letting her thoughts spiral helped no one, least of all herself.

Yet her attention was caught by a harsh inhale, the rustle of fabric – were they finally waking up? She was exhausted, but it all vanished at the sudden drop of life within the otherwise deathly still body of the Divine.

Her eyes followed the subtle twitch of their fingers, watching as their brow furrowed and their features twisted in something almost like..pain.

..She wasn't ready.

What was she supposed to say?

Should she even say anything? Would that be considered impolite? Does she wait for them to speak first? Should she kneel? Bow?

She doesn't get much time to find her own answer before their lashes flutter, chest heaving with every strangled breath. Every single thought vanishes from her mind the moment she meets their eyes.

For a long, silent moment she thinks that her heart must have stopped.

Their eyes glow like the cresting of the sun over the horizon, painting the world in hues of gold – yet it also reminded her of the dipping of the moon below the waves, casting the briefest, most gentle of lights upon the world engulfed in darkness. In the depths of their eyes was the birth and death of stars in the infinite cosmos – glittering stars in a sea of empty, blank space that left her feeling lightheaded and breathless.

Beneath the splendor is a spark of recognition in their eyes so vibrant it was like a shooting star piercing through the dark night sky, leaving nothing but the wonder in the eyes of the observer as the only proof it ever existed – brilliant in it's beauty, however brief.

It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

"Focalors?"

The lilt of their voice nearly made her knees buckle beneath her – euphoria so consuming it left her feeling she was starving swallowed her whole, her mind blanking in a moment of utter bliss. It was..an indescribable feeling that she doubted she could ever hope to put into words – not in a way that could properly express it, try as she might.

She swallowed the words that threatened to spill from her lips – she couldn't make a fool of herself. Not in front of them of all people. She'd never forgive herself.

"Divine One," She rasps, clearing her throat and covering her mouth with a hand to mask both her nervousness and the small smile that creeps across her face. She quickly regains her composure, hand resting on her hip as she puffs out her chest with every bit of pride she can manage. "I am sure you must be confused, but worry not– your most loyal acolyte has seen the truth!"

The silence is deafening.

She opens one eye, peaking at the bewildered and almost distraught expression of the Divine.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

That..she was not prepared for. Surely they knew who they were! Surely they knew. They had to– she's been praying to them for as long as she's breathed, she's dedicated every hour of her life to living up to their ideals, they can't just–!

"Lady Furina?"

Neuvillette, thankfully, spares her the embarrassment of having a meltdown in front of the Divine, the gentle rap of his knuckles against the door making her and the Divine pause, the soft lull of his voice soothing her nerves and yet setting her on edge at the same time.

"Neuvillette." She clears her throat again, her steps hurried as she marches to the door and pries it open none too gently, a forced smile pulling at her lips. She wastes no time tugging the man into the room, shutting the door behind him with a short huff. The silence is, somehow, even worse then before as the three of them stare at each other in absolute exasperation.

Neuvillette, for his part, manages to get his act together with a sharp clearing of his throat, bowing so low even she looks unnerved. She steals a brief glance at the Divine, and she's taken aback by the uncomfortability twisting their features into a grimace.

Their expression is schooled back into one of empty apathy when he stands back to his full height, but she saw it – she knows she did! Did they not like their worship? Were they not respectful enough? For a moment, she feared the Divine would smite Neuvillette down on the spot..but they just stared at him like he was a ghost.

"Why aren't you killing me?"

The defeated, resigned tone combined with the way their voice cracks makes her heart ache in her chest – it feels as though her entire world is crumbling down at her feet, and she cannot explain why she feels such emotions so strongly, but it is suffocating. It is almost as if Teyvat itself is weeping, bearing down upon her shoulders like a heavy weight.

She feels the urge to weep herself, but she powers through, gritting her teeth long enough for Neuvillette to take his place at the side of her – though it feels more like their – bed, kneeling like he was going to pray.

"Divine One," He offers a hand with a quiet rumble of his voice, the words slipping off his tongue like honey. It's like trying to soothe a stray cat..though she'd never voice such comparisons of the most Divine out loud. "I..we mean you no harm. I swear on my authority as the Iudex of Fontaine and Chief Justice that you are safe with us."

The skepticism she expected, but the reverence in which Neuvillette must convince them – or perhaps they are simply so tired that they simply did not care any longer if it was all some ploy to drive a knife between their ribs. She didn't expect them to actually place their hand in Neuvillette's.

He didn't either, judging by the way he visibly brightened – not that they'd notice, but she did.

..Not that she could really blame him, her heels clicking against the floorboards as she shifted her weight to the other foot with a nervous energy that was practically bursting at the seams, more then a little jealous of the attention he was receiving. She was the one who found them, she was the one who stayed with them the entire time..but he gets all the attention?

How unfair.

"O-of course! We would never lay a hand on our creator," She adds, her voice a little higher pitched then she would have liked as she placed her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest and brushing off the sting of jealousy. "Least of all I– your most loyal, most devout acolyte!"

She felt baffled when she heard the sound of their laughter, her shoulders hunching and her cheeks flushing on mere instinct – she was expecting mockery, but the look in their eyes, still dulled by a pain she cannot even begin to imagine, made her hesitate.

..It was, perhaps, the most genuine thing she'd heard from them ever since before the hunt began.

She wasn't sure why her heart hurt at such an idea, but it was enthralling to see the beginnings of a half hearted smile on their lips.

For a moment, her mask of theatrics was forgotten as she stared at them in a mixture of awe and adoration– and though she didn't look at Neuvillette, she could imagine he must've shared such an expression.

Had she any doubts that they were her Creator, that they alone were the most Divine..they would wiped clean now. There was no mistaking the way the world itself seemed to grow clearer as they glanced up at her like she was worth something.

For a moment, she realized how cold the false Creators gaze had been now that she has felt warmth so gentle it almost made her knees buckle beneath her. It felt like a pale imitation, now.

Nothing could compare to the warmth that spread through her body at the mere semblance of a smile upon their lips. She didn't even mind if it was her they were laughing at anymore, she just wanted to hear them laugh again.

She'd make a fool of herself, if she had to.

She'd never felt so..ravenous for such a thing, but just the briefest glimpse was addictive.

She simply couldn't help herself from striding across the room and clasping their free hand in her own, her smile wide enough to unnerve as she leaned her weight onto the bed. For a moment, she considered pulling away at the way they startled, but her mind was made up by then – there was no going back.

"Again."

[p1x1x]

[morganinez]

thank god she doesn’t have tumblr but like i kinda miss ani swearing at me in turkish … guys i promise i am so over her but you know you knowwwww

[yearningfortheend]

yo chuuya come check this out, your husband's a catboy now

@my-wishful-purpose

Wh- don't mention him! He doesn't need to see this right now!

...And who cares if we're married?

[talentforlying]

one of these days i'm going to write up all that i've changed from azzarello's bullshit era and the one (1) piece i've kept from milligan (and also changed) and the only thing currently stopping me is that it is going to be so, so inside-baseball incomprehensible. and i almost never want to go reading/screencapping azzarello and milligan to add references but i Want to add references.

canon is goop, just know that we continue to ride the bus down "hellblazer ended at #250 and looks like swiss cheese before that" street.

[skycapt4in]

i did it!! i finally found decent reference images for noah's weird celestial/star map tattoo!!

do you see the vision?? do you finally understand??

i imagine it's more like a combo of the two images w/ slightly less detail than the first image but just a touch more than the second. ofc if you can read a star map then it's not gonna make sense bc it's just made up of the places noah has been and enjoyed bc he's a sentimental, goofy lil fucker

but his right arm/part of his shoulder is basically covered in ink, it's that cool blue/black colour for obvious reasons and it's probably one of my fave details about his character design even though i literally never bring it up in my writing for him. it's there but not acknowledged

[copyqueer]

something i got reminded off from my Many Shower Thoughts by talking to Nadia but in the bg i have for bon i have him failing to save his own adopted sibling and then in impel down/marineford we have luffy trying to save ace.

for bon helping luffy is absolutely about friendship but like... does also bounce for a sec bc he actually has self-preservation instincts but he comes back both bc he doesn't want to abandon his friend but also because he can't bear to leave someone behind in a situation like this again.

one of bon's regrets is that he didn't try harder to get Ileana out of the fighting pits/violent end of the gang and for all intents and purposes it seems like that ended with her dying. so now here he is, an older sibling, watching a younger sibling trying to rescue their older sibling from certain death. it's sort of a personal redemption and atonement arc for him.

[abyssmalice]

(i really need to do some blog organizing at some point......... theres so much i need to cleanup and update tho, its intimidating sydgsdyugd)

[ofcrossrcads]

Let's talk emotions: does she feel them? short answer: it's complicated.

In her default, unaffiliated verse the general consensus is that demons aren't capable of feeling positive emotion, and they as a species tend to play into that. the truth is a little more complex; positive emotions (love, compassion, joy) sit just barely out of reach at most times. the emotion can be there, but it's disconnected, muted, like it belongs to someone else.

She absolutely can feel the negative side of the emotional spectrum: rage, spite, possessiveness, desire...anything that isn't inherently good is far more accessible.

That said, those positive emotions can begin to break through. If she's decided that she likes you, she's willing to do a sort of "fake it till you make it" sort of thing. She'll engage in your passions because they're important to you, make romantic gestures because they'll mean something to you, because even if she doesn't quite understand the emotion that's supposed to be behind it, she'll learn and adapt, because if you're important to her? so is your happiness.

Given enough time, that detached fondness/possessiveness can develop into true emotion. She is, in fact, capable of love! It's only happened once so far and it was super distressing for her t b h, but it's proof that it can indeed happen.

(her verses in Supernatural and TVD/TO are somewhat exceptions since it's established demons have ✨feelings✨ in that lore. they're present, but still toned down)

[mythvoiced]

-. LOOK AT MY DARLING BABY

that's it, when i'm back, i'm subjecting y'all to a new muse too, also i vowed to myself i'm gonna be so annoying from now on, mwah ♥

[ladyoftheweald]

How are people chosen by legendaries? Is it a birth thing?

･ ｡ﾟ☆Ah. This requires a rather long answer.･ ｡ﾟ☆

･ ｡ﾟ☆Long ago in the times of old, when pokemon and man kind were beginning to collide. The Almighty made a decree. ･ ｡ﾟ☆

Legends of the greatest powers must choose a human. To have as a companion and anchor to thyn realm, someone of equal heart, mind, and soal, to protect and nurture this world. To keep of the balance between us and these strange creatures.

･ ｡ﾟ☆... that is atleast of what I remember. Chosen souls, Stars, as many of us called them, were then specifically created for each individual grand legend; and were sent into the world when their time was needed. To protect and save their regions from any catalysts that might hit them. These souls are the only ones who can handle us legendary beasts, as well as the powers they gain when we reunite with them.･ ｡ﾟ☆

･ ｡ﾟ☆The way, specifically, that a legend chooses is rather simple. The Chosens are already on earth, dormant until the time is right. Until a Catalysts hits, and the Chosens of the region rise with all of their power to save their region. Most of the time, Chosens will seek out legends themselves, others they will just simply be in the right place at the right time. Only when a Chosen is truly ready, is their truest self, will the connection between Chosen and Legend click.･ ｡ﾟ☆

･ ｡ﾟ☆You are however, not far off in the birth right aspect. For my Chosen- Hop. His bloodline runs ever deep in the land of Galar...but I am unsure of if he knows this yet...･ ｡ﾟ☆

[orangetintedglasses]

( everyone's personal Vash and Knives lore is so good I'm just )

[curseofbreadbear]

B.OBBIEDOTS MY BELOVED??????

[vixlenxe]

THIS MAN IS GONNA MAKE ME CRY... AGAIN.

[ccaptain]

If I ever send you something about our muses it's because I have spent an embarassingly long amount of time dissecting it but I'm too shy to send the entire thing.