#part of the lore

[trustymikh]

I blame sesb for this

[dragonselfship]

sum elesh norn thoughtz

cw for culty themes , brainwashing etc its weird.

He knows nothing of his time before Compleation, and cares little for it. He knows, logically, that he was incompleate once- fleshy and impure despite his scales and spines and claws. Weak.

That is, until She found him, as She always does, always will. Plucked him from his sorry state and cradled him in Her liquid embrace, soaked perfection into his bones and carved away the impurities from his soul. It was painful, he’s sure. She’s told him stories of his evolution, how he fought and spit and bit at Her (why in the world would he ever do that? he’s apologized time and time again for his past ignorance), before She finally blessed him with Her all-encompassing touch.

He does remember waking up.

From his cocoon, awakening, he remembers the acidity in the air, the slime of the Phyrexian womb but most importantly, most vividly, Her. She gazed upon him not with disgust, or pity, or confusion- She smiled, graced him with the cold touch of Her hand, long fingers dancing across his cheek. He remembers Her voice, the way it solidified him, cemented his purpose forever-

“Welcome to Phyrexia.”

Since then he has been Hers, beside Her more often than even Atraxa, who he has had the privilege of standing beside during select conferences and executions. She is a force to be reckoned with, frightening, even- but he knows Mother is ever-stronger. And he is Hers, and She will protect him.

There is no doubt of this in his mind, because She only punishes non-believers, and that he is not- he has from the day of his true birth bowed his head and kneeled at Her feet and in exchange She has smiled upon him, danced her fingers under his chin and murmured praise where no one else can hear it, laid Her claim upon him in such a way that he needs no restraint or show of her ownership. He is Hers, and he was from the day he peeked his head out of the slimy green waters of oneness, of perfection. He has become One of the ultimate empire, the ultimate mind, and when She moves- so does he.

“Make an example of him,” He knows She’s talking to him because he is a part of her, in a way- Her wish is his command in the truest sense, ingrained into his every nerve. “Ascend in the light of perfection, or be reduced to nothing.”

She removes her hand from his head, raising Her chin, and he stands, wings unfurling. He’s forgotten how it feels to move without the feeling of metal-porcelain sliding against what’s left of his bones, to bite with only one set of teeth. Why would he want to remember?

The other mortals attempt to puff their chests in his presence, stay strong for their comrade- but he can smell their fear, hear their heartbeats. Weak, human hearts- so fragile. So disgustingly warm.

The phyrexian soldiers drop the non-believer at his feet.

Elesh Norn smiles.

[artistic-cocoon]

Saw someone on twt say they wanted to see Percy drawn like Yusuf Dikec and I couldn't help myself

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[somedudewithantlers]

minecraft “lore” idea: what if the villagers have last names based on their careers (i.e a librarian’s last name could be “Bookkeeper”). When Steve meets the villagers he decides he ought to have a last name, and following the villager custom of a last name being based on what you do, he calls himself Steve Minecraft.

[queenpawbeans]

Halffoot and Tallmen babies comparisan drawing by Ryoko Kui

[calocreek]

Grian is a human!! (part 1 possibly)

(my minecraft + mcyt tag)

[peaceandlove26]

infinite potentiality

[asurrogateblog]

my favorite part of beach boys lore is that the beatles are the villains

[wombywoo]

check-up 🤕

[inkedberries]

expanding on the thought of kudou getting the call sign 'hero' and afo getting irked by it for some reason

[skeletood]

i've been sitting on a lot of disgrub related art.

no, context will not be provided (probably)

[natp20]

i don't know what it is about the fantasy high setting that drives me completely insane. the mall has an ice cream parlour owned by a djinn and a strudel place with direct supply from the strudel dimension. your gnome parents modified the lawnmower to have fun with their new "friends." death means nothing if you've got your spells prepared. generational curses that make your life miserable recognize that you're not the stepdad, you're the dad that stepped up. we wanted something else from our god, so we made her into something else. your wizard principal is on a time travel roadtrip with his half-phoenix daughter and spent an obscene amount of money on a jet ski. there's a strudel dimension.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

You keep telling yourself that Namari.

[keferon]

Monster hunter au Part 5

Keep in mind that what Ratchet hears in the last pages are rumors, and rumors are known to distort the truth. But of course Ratchet can't know exactly what's been distorted

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[daily-airimomoi-vitamins]

[uagh, my head]

[...]

[my...head?]

[....mine...my....I...me]

[...]

[Your head hurts, it's pounding. You very slightly open your eyes and]

[oh]

[there's blood.]

[you're lying in a pool of blood. Some of it is on your head...drip drip dripping down your face.]

[some of it isn't yours]

[you're just barely able to lift yourself off the ground. It smells terrible. Like an awful concoction of flesh and sanitary alcohol. The ground...it's colder than before. This is not the same floor as the one you fell on.]

[you...recognize this place. It's in worse condition but...yes...yes you remember]

[I... remember]

[that girl. In the back. This is where you found her before-]

[oh god. The blood and her memory. You hated the implications.]

[that corner, where she sat. She seemed so lonely...The thought of her tired eyes and small composure...]

[...that corner, a machine. It's blade doused in blood. It hasn't been cleaned]

[....a meat grinder?]

[your eyes widened at the thought. You quickly covered your mouth and shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the disgusting thought...]

[..Finally, you arise. Your legs are shaky, your head and hair damp with blood and cold sweat. What the hell are you doing here? How did you get here..?]

[you recollect what happened....Did she hit you over the head, or did you pass out? Perhaps, your head hit the floor too hard. Whatever it was, it didn't matter now. Now, your priority was to get ou-]

You're awake.

[..the pharmacist. She looked so oddly bleak. So...empty]

Took you long enough..he..haha...

[ah, that smile. But it just wasn't the same. Her eyes were narrowed, her arms in her coat pocket. She continued to chuckle]

Haha...heha....you really...really couldn't let this go, huh?

"..."

"..What did you to her."

hmph...I thought I told you before. She's dead...you know, I hate repeating myself. It's so fucking annoying. I fucking hate it.

Yeah, sure, I've kinda enjoyed all this. But do you know how much of an annoying little brat you are..? For fucks sake, and to think...I wanted to help you.

"H-help..?"

"are you being serious right now?! Help?! Since when has what you're doing been help!?"

...hm. I don't think I want to answer that.

[She moved off the wall, and starting to circle around you. You felt trapped]

"No-No that's not how it works. You've ruined my li-"

What life?

[She turned her head to you, inching closer]

What sort of life have you lived? What life are you remembering, hm? You don't have a life, not anymore. You're life isn't yours. Both of us. We do not live, we don't have lives.

mm...haha...

[She turned to the machine, putting her finger inside and swiping the blood off of the blades. She put her thumb in her mouth, wiping her mouth]

This life, wasn't alive either.

[You felt physically sick. You were fighting the urge to throw up, right there and then. You're fists clenched]

[You had so many questions....]

[Your eyes drifted towards the machine, a shiver down your spine following along. You swiftly looked behind you towards the corner of the room, thinking of that girl]