#sacred… molten lava

[theloveinc]

ok remind me to talk abt this later but. ex!husband / co-parent … SHINSO

[sreyaya]

Ey so I have a Norton smut idea teehee :333

So I wanna req a short smut drabble with Norton's skin Infernal Sin where he worships the reader (preferably gn)

Pls I'm this desperate to see someone write a damn demon going all soft and puppy eyed to a human hhehshhebebhdhehehe

In the Shadows

Infernal Sin!Fool's Gold x gn!Reader NSFW

Content Warning: praising/worship, warm warm warm sex, 600 words, MDNI

(A/n: THANK U FOR THE REQ! I DON'T USUALLY WRITE FG!NORTON BUT I HOPE U ENJOY ANON~ (tried making reader as GN as possible))

smut under the cut!

Everyone was aware of him, his relentless demeanor sending shivers down everyone’s spine. Norton Campbell, no– not that Norton, Fool’s Gold. His mysterious face, body covered in molten lava of anger and heavy wounds casing his body, releasing red flames that erupted with hatred and malice. Even in frequent matches, he lets no one off his hook, a good hunter supposedly.

But it was all different for you, the only person he ever tolerated, adored, devoted himself to. Down the manor halls to the bedroom, he melted under your touch, feeling warmth in his hollow heart. Someone he could finally call his treasure, someone he had been longing for so long. He adored you more than anything else, the one and only, and he knew that all too well.

“You take it so well, treasure. Looking divine as ever,” he cooed, slowly caressing your hair, his eyes drinking in the sight of your already sobbing face as he inched more and more inside.

He was slow with you, why would he hurt his one and only treasure? After a long day of hunting, all he wanted was cuddles and time with his pride and joy, his gold. Releasing low grunts every now and then, his rough palms curving on your cheeks slowly as he entered even deeper, satisfied by how you took him so well.

“So warm for me, just can’t ever get enough of you,” he murmured, admiring every inch of your body as if it was a sacred finding, something he had longed for so long. Your moans sounded like music to his ears, earnest melody for his chaotic mind.

You held onto his shoulders, feeling the texture of his eccentric golden decorations that made him more captivating. Clenching every inch of him inside, you stared at his face ever so deeply, feeling slightly bummed out that his mask covered his handsome face regardless of what it was missing. It felt like as if the world had stopped for the both of you, everything was flawless tonight.

“I adore you too much, my diamond,” he whispered, thrusting sharply once. “You’re so perfect to me, I always wonder why you’d even look my way when everyone does differently,” he continued, not breaking the eye contact you both had. “And when you call my name ever so sweetly, I'm done for,” he said before kissing you deeply.

His crimson wound emitted light and warmth around the both of you. What usually tormented him throughout the nights finally made him feel warm with you. He had always appreciated all these slow nights just being next to you, just the two of you, as he kept himself warm inside, feeling fulfilled more than anything.

“You drive me insane, baby, the way you do everything, you’re so perfect for me,” he groaned, thrusting in one last time before coming undone inside you, his seed filling you slowly. His flames dimmed by the second, his demonic eyes glowing softly under the faintly lit room.

Norton was happy, genuinely happy, a rare emotion that he had almost forgotten existed. In your embrace, he found a serenity that had always slipped away from him, a peace that wrapped around him like a comforting blanket. Your gentle touch, your soothing voice, and the love in your eyes were all he needed to remind him that he was more than just a monster, more than just a hunter feared by all.

[serene-sun]

The Emeritus bloodline, and the devils

Chapter 4b of my series 𝕽𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝕱𝖚𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕺𝖋 𝕾𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘

TW: mention of dead baby, details of murdur and sacrifice, mention of genitals and rapists

ENGLISH ISNT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

One of the oldest families in history, a bloodline said to have sprouted like a rose bush in the pull of blood under the divine crucifixion. The satanic church, the base of all Emeritus life, was essential to the family.

PaPa Emeritus, an unholy heir whom would soon sit upon the thrown of the beast. An old family, with old beliefs, rituals, traditions and heritage could never be forgotten…rather their message of sin was delivered through touch…or music. When a son is born, he is to reign as papa of the church. He will dedicate his life to his religion and people, and will be given a prime mover to gift the dark lord a new leader.��

Ghouls, devils, demons, which ever word you wish to call them, will be summoned amongst a pentagram to be dragged up form the fiery pits of hell by a mysterious masked mistress who remains anonymous. Devils that grew wild ideals were summoned at the birth of a son, The job of the ghoul is to work for their lord through the Emeritus family. Ghouls are feral and unruly creatures, to prevent the murdur or outrageous acts taking place by these inferno creatures, a bond would be put upon them. This bond is an ancient blood ritual, the papa will sacrifice a number of humans equivalent to the number of ghouls needed. An offering will be burned with the person during the sacrifice to bring upon a trait. For example, pure white rabbits symbolize innocence, charcoal will signal fire and wrath. The death of a virgin is key if you desire a new ghoul, a fresh soul tainted with the black oil of baphomets lair. 

The Emeritus blood is pure and sacred, as it shares half of what blood fills the fallen angel lucifer. Satans blood runs through this bloodline as they continue his work in a world he sees unfit. Creatures such as demons, vampires, strigoi, beasts and other entities share only little of his blood. This placed all Emeritus’s higher than any creature. 

The family has a dominate trait of each sin, every drop of emeritus blood swallows whole any normal traits. Emeritus DNA being much more powerful than an average humans.

With the chance of the lord, a daughter has only been born once, and she remains in exile ever since her mysterious death. 

There are many spirits special to this story, but there is the devil who brings the ghouls out of the pits of hell and into the cold human world.

Ajatar, one of the highest ranking devils.

A tall and curved woman, described only to be perfect. Her long black hair that curls at the end like wispy smoke. It is said that her eyes remain covered as they hold the final rays of heaven from the exile of Lucifer. A golden enchantment, that if you look into, you will be dragged away by hell hounds and locked away forever. Her pale skin is dressed in the finest of jeweled clothes, and a mask that covers her face. Her sword, long and sharp, carved from molten lava, slits the throat of any whom lie. She was created out of broken glass, molded together to kill man. She roams in the night, searching for men who are unworthy of life. Ajatar seduced them, humiliates them, and finishes it with a messy murdur. Some call her the karma god, or the revenge goddess. But most summon her to bring death or destruction upon someone. Often seen roaming the halls of the satanic temple, in her arms a bloodied still-born, skin as white as snow, for which she laments, constantly searching for an able womb to bestow her child upon.Others suggest she is seen slitting the throats of men in the halls, and dragging their nude bodies into the woods to be eaten by wolves. There have even been reports of her slicing the genitals of the filthy men, who fall guilty to rape and assault, and sewing them into clothes for the rich.

Ajater is known to push the lust in women over the precipice 

[minthesupremacy]

Hades redesign!

Lore notes:

-Hades lost one of his eyes during the titanomachy; often, he replaces it using smooth gemstones -Hades has scars along the seams of his body. Other children of Kronos share these scars. As Kronos ate his children, he very meticulously cut them into pieces, which would delay their inevitable escape as they had to stitch themselves back together inside of his body. -Hades has a scar in the center of his chest that stretches down to his navel (pictured partly in the middle top image) that he takes careful measures to hide. He earned it at the end of the titanomachy and it put him out of commission for such a long time that his siblings thought he had died. -The white streaks of "hair" function the way a screech owl's ear tufts move at their own will! They are Hades' sacred animal, which is why they're included in the design. -Hades was made of molten lava. All gods are tied to the world in some real, tangible way. Rhea and Kronos made Hades out of lava. Persephone was made of soil and the petals of various flowers. Other gods' ties will be revealed as I complete their designs, but all 6 of the traitors share "reflective" ties. Hades and Hestia are reflections of each other, so where he is lava, she's fire itself.

[orcinusrequiensis]

"The first steps of a DragonForge Kobold in the lava lakes of Mount Belvera are sacred."

From the moment they are hatched, they are already exposed to extreme heat and lack of hydration. But finally stepping into the molten rock and dawning your first suit of Tungsten or Titanium is a rite of passage revered by any DragonForge resident. Not every kobold inside Mt. Belvera is built for withstanding the lava, which makes this rite of passage risky, and is taken with extreme precaution. Some kobolds start young, such as the kobling depicted above. The kobling surprised their parent with a suit of their own, taking their first steps out into the lava to greet their father after a long day of work. (In reality, the parent knew all along, hence why they were in the shallow fields during the rite)."

-Dr Yigski Ot , Kobold Anthropologist, in "Chapter 14, specialized kobolds" from Small Creatures, Big World: a comprehensive guide to Kobold Anthropology

The DragonForge was a forge operated by a solo dragon, back when the beasts used to soar the skies. No mortal (since dragons weren't considered mortal, given they didn't age) could withstand the intense climate of the inside of a volcano. This dragon in particular forged monuments and unimaginable crafts out of the metals and gems inside the mountain.

But when Dragons waged war on Humanity, this Dragon chose the wrong side, and was slain in battle by humans and kobolds who were defending refugees crossing TideRidge Passage from the sky beast.

The forge sat abandoned, unusable. That was until a mixed group of kobolds took refuge in the forge's entrance, and over centuries, adapted to the mountain, and built their own culture inside the volcanic catacombs. Taming the fires of the forge and reaching depths that even the dragon dared not travel. Hence the gathering of the DragonForge Kobolds.

First time posting stories, hope it went alright. This is also one of the are times I've tried backgrounds and actually shading said backgrounds, as well as experimenting with lighting.

Not my best work but you have to start somewhere.

[wistfulstarling]

Je t'aime

Something I wrote for a boy who doesn't even glance at me properly.

I love him. Something about the way he loves me. Something about the way he smiles.

He's the sun in spring, shining down on brilliantly colored flowers, and I'm a fallen petal desperately clinging to him.

I come alive with his touch. His mere voice is enough to ruin me. If I could, I would escape reality, to run away with him to someplace holy. If the gods granted me my wish, I would hide away with him to someplace sacred where I may worship the broken statue of love I've built, maddened by his warmth.

I love anger, bitter and blazing. The thing that has driven me, protected me from the world like a blanket of molten lava, forever my hide from the cold of reality. But I love him more. Revenge may be sweet but so is he. He's a cup of hot coffee, a blanket draped around my shoulders. He keeps me from being frozen.

And I love sadness. My only companion for a lonely millennia. The torturous droplets falling from dark rain clouds that bruise my skin. The shadows that coil themselves around me. But my little companion shies away whenever he is near. He is the gentle shelter from a cold downpour. He is the candle that illuminates my world.

My love. My muse.

Oh, how I love my muse.

His beauty is indescribable with mere words or colors or pictures. I write about him but my hands refuse to ache, my words keep flowing as love from my bleeding heart, hoping to tether my soul to his.

Some fall in love with their love. I drowned in his.

And never once have i felt the need to come up for air.

[villainsimpqueen]

QUEEN FANCLAN LORE: THE BARREN LANDS ANCESTORS GENERATION PART 2.

this will be long. very long.

Please do NOT steal my lore.

Please ask to use my ideas or make OCS of my fanclans

PLEASE NO MINORS OR AGELESS ACCOUNTS ON MY PAGES! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!.

Liskarak Generation - The Red Sand Era

Historical Context & The Legend of Lytta

The Liskarak generation, also known as the Red Sand Era, marks a significant and transformative period in the history of the Barren Lands Na'vi. This era is deeply intertwined with the legend of Lytta, a powerful figure whose actions shaped the future of her people.

The Legend of Lytta:

Lytta was a formidable and respected leader, not of a large clan but of a small, tightly-knit tribe that wandered the vast and desolate Barren Lands. Her tribe lived in relative peace, adapting to the harsh environment and developing a deep bond with the land and Eywa. However, this peace was shattered when outsiders—banished Na'vi and invaders from distant regions—entered the Barren Lands, bringing violence and destruction in their wake. In the ensuing conflict, Lytta’s entire tribe was slaughtered.

Consumed by grief and a burning desire for vengeance, Lytta turned to Eywa, the Great Mother, pleading for justice. Eywa, angered by the desecration of the sacred Barren Lands and the bloodshed of her children, unleashed her fury. The ground quaked, and volcanic mountains erupted, spewing molten lava and ash across the landscape. The once golden sands were transformed into a deep, ominous red, forever stained by the blood of those who had perished.

Lytta, empowered by Eywa’s wrath, led a merciless campaign against the invaders. She used the volatile volcanic terrain to her advantage, driving the outsiders from the Barren Lands. The red sands became a lasting symbol of this warning, a reminder to all who entered that these lands were sacred and that any who dared to trespass would pay with their lives.

The Dormant Mountains: Txaya Manu beginnings

In the aftermath of this cataclysmic event, the volcanic region eventually cooled, and the once-active volcanoes settled into a low mountain range, now dormant but still brimming with latent energy. The jagged peaks and rugged terrain stood as a testament to Eywa’s power and Lytta’s vengeance. The red sands surrounding these mountains became a sacred area, where the Nenipay and their descendants would come to honor Lytta’s memory and the blood spilled in defense of their land.

Evolutionary Traits of the Liskarak:

(made by @nin3kyuu )

The Liskarak, direct descendants of the Evorak and ancestors of the Nenipay, evolved to survive and thrive in the newly altered environment of the Barren Lands during this era.

 Skin Tone & Markings

   - The Liskarak developed a darker blend of grey and blue skin tones, which provided camouflage against the volcanic landscape and the red sands.

   - Their snake-like markings, inherited from their Evorak ancestors, began to reflect the red and orange hues of the sands, further aiding in their camouflage.

 Physical Build:

   - The Liskarak were more muscular than their ancestors, a necessity for navigating the rugged volcanic terrain and for survival in the harsh conditions of the Barren Lands.

   - Despite their muscular build, they retained the ability to store fat and nutrients in their bodies, particularly in their thickened tails, which could sustain them during periods of scarcity.

Eyes:

   - Their eyes evolved into shades of red, orange, and amber, which enhanced their night vision and allowed them to see clearly in the dim, ash-filled light of the volcanic landscape.

 Ears:

   - The Liskarak developed longer, more sensitive ears, an adaptation that allowed them to detect subtle sounds in the otherwise silent environment, such as the shifting sands or the approach of predators.

Resistance to Heat:

   - Their skin became thicker and more resistant to the intense heat near the volcanic region, protecting them from burns and the abrasive nature of the red sands.

The Emergence of the Nenipay:

As the Liskarak settled into this new era, they encountered a group of Na'vi from deep forest regions. These outsiders, ancestors of the modern Night Na'vi, ( @choclodox ) had been displaced from their homes due to a forest war. Seeking refuge and a new way of life, they found themselves in the Barren Lands and began to interbreed with the Liskarak.

This interbreeding led to the emergence of the Nenipay, a group that retained the fiery spirit and adaptations of the Liskarak while also incorporating traits from the forest-dwelling ancestors. The Nenipay exhibited a unique blend of characteristics, making them well-suited to survive and thrive in the challenging environment of the Barren Lands.

Skin Tone & Markings:

   - The Nenipay’s skin tone became a darker grey-blue, a blend of the Liskarak’s volcanic adaptations and the deep forest heritage of their new ancestors.

   - Their markings, while still reflecting the red hues of the sands, began to show subtle variations, including patterns that echoed the darker, shadowy tones of the forest.

 Eyes:

   - The Nenipay’s eyes continued to reflect the fiery tones of their Liskarak ancestors but also included deeper, more shadowy hues, linking them closely to the Night Na'vi. ( @choclodox)

Ears:

   - The Nenipay inherited the Liskarak’s long, sensitive ears, which, combined with their forest ancestry, made them highly attuned to the subtle sounds of their environment, crucial for survival in the silent, deadly landscape.

Physical Build:

   - The Nenipay retained the muscular build of the Liskarak, essential for survival in the harsh environment. Their bodies were capable of storing fat and nutrients, particularly in their thickened tails, which could sustain them during periods of scarcity.

 Cultural Impact:

   - The Nenipay, now closely related to the Night Na'vi, ( @choclodox ) became the inhabitants of the red sands, upholding the legacy of Lytta and ensuring that the Barren Lands remained sacred and protected. Their culture was deeply influenced by the lessons of the past, valuing strength, resilience, and the sanctity of their land.

Migration and Divergence:

   - While some Nenipay remained in the Barren Lands, becoming part of the bloodline that would lead to the modern-day Nenipay, others chose to leave, seeking new homes across the deserts. This migration contributed to the genetic diversity of other Barren Lands Na'vi clans and ensured the survival of their unique traits.

Relationship with the Night Na'vi, @choclodox

   - The Nenipay’s close genetic bloodlines to the Night Na'vi are a significant aspect of their identity, blending the fierce, protective nature of the Barren Lands with the mysterious and elusive qualities of the Night Na'vi.

This generation, shaped by the legend of Lytta and the emergence of the Nenipay, represents a crucial moment in the evolution of the Barren Lands Na'vi. It is a story of survival, adaptation, and the enduring spirit of a people who learned to thrive in one of Pandora’s most unforgiving environments.

 Liskarak Fashion: Adapting to the Red Sand Era

During the Red Sand Era, the Liskarak developed a distinctive style of clothing and adornments, perfectly suited to the harsh conditions of the Barren Lands. Their attire was both functional and symbolic, designed to help them survive in the red sands while reflecting their deep connection to the land.

Materials and Resources

- Leather and Hides: The Liskarak utilized the hides of large desert creatures they hunted to create durable and protective garments. These hides were treated and tanned using natural materials like volcanic ash and minerals, making them tough and resistant to the harsh environment of the red sands.

- Red Clay and Volcanic Ash Staining: It was common practice among the Liskarak to stain their cloaks and wraps with red clay and volcanic ash from the nearby mountain range. This not only provided additional camouflage against the red sands but also created a visual connection to their environment, blending them seamlessly into the landscape.

- Bone and Glass Bead Adornments: Jewelry and protective gear were made from the bones of the creatures they hunted, often combined with glass beads crafted from volcanic sand. These pieces, such as chest armor and arm bands, were practical and served as a testament to their hunting prowess.

Clothing Styles

- Protective Cloaks: The Liskarak wore long, flowing cloaks made from treated animal hides. These cloaks provided essential protection from the abrasive winds and intense sunlight of the red sands. Stained with red clay and ash, the cloaks helped them blend into the environment, offering both physical and visual protection.

- Layered Wraps: The Liskarak favored layered wraps around their arms, legs, and torsos. These wraps were crafted from treated leather and hides, providing insulation against both the heat of the day and the cool of the night. The wraps could be adjusted for comfort and practicality, depending on the conditions.

- Tail Sheaths: Given the Liskarak’s thickened tails, which stored fat and nutrients, they developed protective tail sheaths made from durable hides. These sheaths safeguarded their tails from the harsh conditions of the red sands and were often adorned with bone and beadwork that reflected their connection to the land.

Footwear

- Barefoot or Minimalist Footwear: The Liskarak often went barefoot, their feet toughened by the rough terrain of the red sands. When footwear was necessary, they used simple, minimalist designs made from leather, just enough to protect their soles from sharp rocks or the occasional heat. These were more practical than decorative, prioritizing function over form.

Adornments and Symbols

- Bone Armor and Jewelry: The Liskarak crafted chest pieces, arm guards, and other protective gear from the bones of the animals they hunted. These bone pieces were not flashy but were often combined with small glass beads, made from volcanic sand, adding subtle decoration that did not compromise their stealth or practicality.

- Markings: The Liskarak enhanced their natural snake-like markings with bold, painted designs using ash and red ochre. These markings followed their natural patterns, making them appear more formidable and helping them blend even more effectively with their environment. These bold patterns were particularly used in times of conflict or hunting.

Cultural and Environmental Adaptations

- Camouflage and Survival: The fashion of the Liskarak was primarily focused on survival in the harsh red sands. Their clothing and adornments were designed to help them navigate and blend into the desert environment, ensuring they could thrive in one of Pandora’s most unforgiving regions.

- Mountain Range Shift: With the volcanic activity in the region simmering down, the Liskarak shifted their primary living areas to the expansive red sands rather than the now-dormant mountain range. Their fashion adapted accordingly, prioritizing protection from the elements and efficient use of available resources, such as bones and hides.

The Significance of Songcords in Liskarak Culture & Modern Times.

Songcords have always been an integral part of Na'vi culture across Pandora, serving as physical manifestations of a Na'vi's life story, experiences, and spiritual connections. For the Liskarak, particularly during their era in Barren Lands History, songcords took on even greater significance due to the harsh and unforgiving environment they inhabited.

The Shift from Pouches to Hair

Protection Against the Elements:

- The Barren Lands are known for enduring brutal sandstorms, where strong winds can easily tear loose items from a Na'vi's body, leaving them lost in the endless sands. Initially, songcords were carried in pouches, but as the frequency and intensity of these storms became more apparent, the Liskarak realized the need for a more secure method of carrying these precious items.

- By weaving songcords into their hair, the Liskarak ensured that these important pieces of their identity were always close and protected. Hair provided a natural, secure location that could withstand the violent winds and prevent the cords from being lost to the desert.

Security During Conflict:

- The Liskarak, particularly during this generational era, often faced threats from outsiders and invaders. In the chaos of battle, losing a pouch containing one's songcords was not uncommon. This was not only a personal loss but also a spiritual one, as the cords held deep meaning and connection to a Na'vi's life journey.

- Weaving songcords into their hair reduced the risk of them being lost during such encounters. This practice allowed the Liskarak to focus on defending their territory and surviving without the added worry of misplacing their songcords.

Hair as a Form of Expression

Personalization and Camouflage:

- In the harsh environment of the Barren Lands, survival often depended on effective camouflage. The Liskarak had to blend in with their surroundings to evade predators and other dangers. While clothing and accessories were kept functional and subdued to avoid drawing attention, hair became an area where individuality and personal expression could flourish without compromising survival.

- Hair was one of the few aspects of their appearance that each Liskarak could personalize. The way they style their hair, the length, and the inclusion of unique adornments like songcords became a form of silent expression. It allowed them to showcase their identity, heritage, and personal stories while maintaining their necessary camouflage.

Songcords as Extensions of Identity:

- By incorporating songcords into their hair, the Liskarak found a way to intertwine their personal history with their physical appearance. This practice turned their hair into a living, evolving tapestry of their experiences and memories, something that could be proudly displayed and easily accessed.

- The presence of songcords in their hair became a symbol of resilience and identity, a way for each individual to carry their past with them at all times. It was also a sign of respect to their ancestors and their connection to Eywa, as these cords often included elements that honored important events, relationships, and spiritual milestones.

For the Liskarak, the decision to weave their songcords into their hair was both practical and symbolic. It provided protection against the harsh elements and the dangers of their environment while also allowing for a form of personal expression in a culture where survival often required blending in. The songcords, intertwined with their hair, became more than just records of their life journeys—they became an integral part of their identity, visible to all and inseparable from the individual. This practice reinforced the importance of songcords in Liskarak culture, highlighting their role as both personal and spiritual artifacts, and was also quickly integrated to the other inhabitants of the Barren Lands biomes and desert.

This also brought a connection to all biomes, and far away clans that had blood mixed with The Barren Land Natives.

Red Sands Region & Txaya Manu - New Animals

The transformation of the Barren Lands into the Red Sands region and the formation of the Txaya Manu mountain range brought about significant changes in the ecosystem. New species emerged, and some of the Evorak-era creatures adapted to the harsher, more volatile environment. Here are the animals that now inhabit these regions:

Red Sands Region:

Vultapa (Red Sands Vulture)

   - Description:A large, scavenging bird with dark, soot-colored feathers that blend seamlessly with the volcanic ash and red sands. Its wingspan is wide, allowing it to glide effortlessly over the hot, arid landscape.

   - Adaptations: Vultapa’s sharp beak and strong talons are designed for tearing through tough skin and sinew. Its keen eyesight can spot carrion from miles away, making it an efficient scavenger in the sparse environment.

   - Behavior: these birds are solitary by nature, coming together only when a large kill is found. They are also known to follow Liskarak and Nenipay hunting parties, feeding on leftovers.

 Rytsan (Sand Worm) 

   - Description: A massive, serpentine creature that burrows through the red sands with ease. The Rytsan's skin is covered in thick, overlapping scales that reflect the red and orange hues of the sands, making it nearly invisible when motionless.

   - Adaptations: The Rytsan has no eyes, relying instead on heat sensors along its snout and body to detect prey. Its mouth is lined with rows of backward-facing teeth, designed to latch onto prey and prevent escape.

   - Behavior: It is an ambush predator, lying in wait beneath the sands for days at a time until it senses movement above. Once prey is detected, it bursts from the sands in a violent attack. It can consume large animals whole.

. Sylewen(Red Sands Tracker Beetle)

   - Description: A small, highly adaptive beetle with a hard exoskeleton that reflects the color of the red sands. Its antennae are long and highly sensitive, capable of picking up vibrations in the ground.

   - Adaptations: The Sylewen has evolved to survive on minimal water, storing moisture in specialized sacs within its body. Its mandibles are strong enough to break down tough plant fibers and small invertebrates.

   - Behavior:  The Sylewen travels in large groups, creating visible trails in the sand as they move. They are an important food source for many of the region's predators and play a crucial role in the ecosystem by breaking down plant and animal matter.

Palu'viyr  (Red Sand Scorpion)

   - Description: A large scorpion with a thick, segmented exoskeleton that blends perfectly with the red sands. Its pincers are powerful, and its stinger is capable of delivering a potent neurotoxin.

   - Adaptations: The Palu'viyr has evolved to be highly resistant to heat, able to remain active during the hottest parts of the day. It can sense vibrations in the sand to locate prey and predators alike.

   - Behavior:  The Palu'viyr is a nocturnal hunter, hiding beneath rocks or burrowing into the sand during the day. It is highly territorial and will aggressively defend its burrow against intruders.

Tsire'a (Red Sands Humming Lizard) 

   Description: A small, agile lizard with wings adapted for short bursts of flight. Its scales shimmer in shades of red and orange, providing excellent camouflage among the sands.

   - Adaptations: The Tsire'a has a long, sticky tongue that it uses to capture insects mid-flight. Its wings are powerful but designed for quick, darting movements rather than sustained flight.

   - Behavior: These lizards are often seen in the early morning and late evening, flitting from rock to rock in search of insects. They are highly territorial and will engage in aerial displays to ward off rivals.

Txaya Manu (Dormant Mountain Range):

Zukralu (Ash Bear) 

   - Description: A large, quadrupedal mammal covered in thick, ashy-gray fur that provides insulation against the cold mountain winds. The Zukralu has a broad, muscular build, with sharp claws and a powerful bite.

   - Adaptations:  The Zukralu has a highly developed sense of smell, capable of detecting prey hidden beneath snow or ash. Its fur is resistant to the abrasive ash and volcanic dust that occasionally blows through the mountains.

   - Behavior: The Zukralu is primarily a solitary hunter, feeding on small mammals, birds, and occasionally carrion. It hibernates during the colder months, using its fat reserves to survive.

 Txan'yali (Fireback Mountain Drake)

   - Description: A large, draconic creature with tough, scaled skin that ranges in color from dark gray to deep crimson. Its back is lined with jagged, bony spines that glow faintly with residual heat.

   - Adaptations: The Fireback Mountain Drake can withstand extreme temperatures, both hot and cold. It has powerful hind legs for climbing and a long tail that it uses for balance and as a weapon.

   - Behavior: These drakes are territorial, occupying caves and rocky outcrops in the mountain range. They are omnivorous, feeding on both plant life and smaller animals. Their glowing spines are used in displays to attract mates or intimidate rivals.

 Syuratov (Lava  Crab) 

   - Description:A large, heavily armored crab with a dark, volcanic rock-like shell. Its pincers are strong enough to crush stone, and it has numerous legs that allow it to traverse the rocky terrain.

   - Adaptations: The Lava  Crab is able to absorb and store heat from the sun and the ground, which it uses to regulate its body temperature in the cool mountain environment. Its tough shell provides protection against predators and the harsh environment.

   - Behavior: These crabs are scavengers, feeding on anything they can find, from plant matter to carrion. They are also known to hunt small creatures that venture too close. Lava Crabs are often found near hot springs or geothermal vents, where they can soak in the warmth.

Tsi'anmaya (Magma Weaver Spider)

   - Description: A large spider with an ash-colored body and legs tipped with bright red, glowing patches. The Tsi'anmaya spins webs that shimmer with a molten, glass-like quality, which it uses to trap prey.

   - Adaptations: The Tsi'anmaya can withstand high temperatures, allowing it to live in the crevices of dormant volcanoes and near geothermal vents. Its venom is highly toxic, capable of paralyzing even large prey.

   - Behavior: The Tsi'anmaya is a patient predator, waiting for days or even weeks for prey to stumble into its web. It is highly territorial and will fiercely defend its nest against intruders.

Txekeyatan (Ash Hawk)

   - Description: A medium-sized bird of prey with ash-gray feathers and piercing red eyes. The Ash Hawk has a sharp, hooked beak and strong talons for gripping and tearing its prey.

   - Adaptations: The Ash Hawk’s feathers are resistant to the abrasive ash that sometimes falls in the mountains, and its eyes are adapted to see in low light conditions, perfect for hunting at dawn and dusk.

   - Behavior: Ash Hawks are solitary hunters, known for their swift, silent flight. They prey on small mammals and birds, using their keen eyesight to spot prey from great distances. They nest in the craggy cliffs of Txaya Manu, where they raise their young in relative safety.

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These new and adapted animals of the Red Sands and Txaya Manu regions reflect the harsh, unforgiving nature of the environment. They have evolved unique traits to survive the extreme conditions, making the Red Sands and the mountains a place of both beauty and danger. Like the Evorak period, not many of these animals will stay within modern times eathier going extinct or evolving into something new.

 Red Sands Biome & Txaya Manu - New Plants

The harsh conditions of the Red Sands biome and the Txaya Manu mountain range have led to the evolution of resilient and adaptive plant life. These plants have developed unique traits to survive the arid, nutrient-poor soils, extreme temperatures, and sporadic water availability.

Red Sands Biome: 

Tsyeylok (Bloodroot Cactus)

   - Description: A small, bulbous cactus with thick, segmented stems that are dark red, almost blood-colored. The surface is covered in tiny, sharp spines that glisten in the sunlight.

   - Adaptations: The Bloodroot Cactus stores water in its fleshy stems, which can sustain it through long periods of drought. Its red coloration helps it absorb and retain heat during the cool desert nights. The cactus flowers at night, producing large, red blossoms that attract nocturnal pollinators like the Red Sands Humming Lizard.

   - Uses: The sap of the Bloodroot Cactus is highly valued for its medicinal properties, especially as an antiseptic. The cactus is also an important source of water for desert-dwelling Na’vi and animals.

Txurré (Sandspike Grass)

   - Description: A tough, wiry grass that grows in dense clumps, with long, narrow blades that are a deep orange-red in color. The tips of the blades are sharp and barbed, resembling spikes.

   - Adaptations: Sandspike Grass is incredibly drought-resistant, with deep roots that tap into underground water sources. Its sharp blades deter herbivores from grazing, and the grass spreads through runners, allowing it to cover large areas quickly.

   - Uses: The Na’vi use Sandspike Grass to weave durable mats, ropes, and baskets. The sharp blades can also be used as makeshift needles or for defensive purposes.

Veyri’tan (Ashbloom Shrub)

   - Description:  A hardy shrub with gnarled, woody stems and dark, charcoal-colored leaves. The plant produces small, vibrant red flowers that bloom after rare desert rains.

   - Adaptations: The Ashbloom Shrub has a thick, waxy coating on its leaves to minimize water loss. Its roots are shallow but spread wide, allowing it to quickly absorb moisture from light rains or dew. The red flowers attract pollinators and are a signal that the plant is healthy and flourishing.

   - Uses: The flowers of the Ashbloom Shrub can be brewed into a calming tea, and its woody branches are often used as firewood by the Na’vi. The shrub also plays an important role in preventing soil erosion in the Red Sands.

Krxen (Flame Barrel)

   Description: A large, barrel-shaped cactus with a thick, ribbed body covered in long, hooked spines. The cactus is a deep crimson color, which gives it its name.

   Adaptations:The Flame Barrel is a water-storing plant that swells after rains and shrinks during dry periods. Its spines provide shade to its surface, reducing water loss, and protect it from herbivores. The cactus blooms with bright yellow flowers, which are pollinated by nocturnal animals.

   - Uses: The Na’vi harvest the water stored within the Flame Barrel during droughts. The flesh of the cactus can also be consumed, though it is extremely bitter.

Tawna'watx (Firevine)

   - Description: A creeping vine with thick, fleshy leaves that are a bright, fiery red. The vine produces small, black fruits that are highly toxic if ingested without proper preparation.

   - Adaptations: The Firevine is a survivor in the harshest conditions, often growing over rocks and even other plants to reach sunlight. Its leaves are coated in a protective, waxy substance that prevents water loss and reflects intense sunlight.

   - Uses: The fruits of the Firevine are used by the Na’vi to create potent poisons for hunting. When processed correctly, small amounts of the fruit can be used in medicinal practices, particularly as a painkiller.

Txaya Manu (Low Mountain Range):

Frawa’tur (Mountain Tundra Moss)

   - Description: A thick, spongy moss that covers large swathes of the mountain floor. The moss is a deep green, almost black, and retains moisture well, making it a vital resource in the dry mountain environment.

   - Adaptations: The Mountain Tundra Moss is capable of surviving in freezing temperatures and can go dormant for long periods when water is scarce. Its ability to store moisture helps to sustain other plants and animals in the area.

   - Uses: The Na’vi use this moss as insulation in their shelters and as bedding. It also has medicinal properties, particularly for treating burns and rashes.

Txeytolka (Ashbark Tree)

   - Description: A small, twisted tree with thick, gray bark that resembles ash. The leaves are dark green and leathery, and the tree produces small, bitter nuts.

   - Adaptations: The Ashbark Tree is highly resistant to the harsh winds and ashfall in the mountains. Its bark is fire-resistant, a remnant of its evolution during the volcanic activity in the region. The tree's roots are deep and tap into underground water sources, allowing it to survive in the rocky terrain.

   - Uses: The Na’vi use the wood of the Ashbark Tree for carving tools and weapons, as it is both durable and lightweight. The nuts can be processed into a paste that is rich in nutrients and serves as a food source during lean times.

Tsa’mina (Lava Fern)

   - Description: A hardy fern with fronds that are dark red at the base and gradually fade to black at the tips. The fern grows in crevices near geothermal vents and hot springs.

   - Adaptations: The Lava Fern thrives in the warm, mineral-rich soils found near geothermal activity. Its roots are adapted to extract minerals from the soil, which are stored in its fronds and give them their unique coloration.

   - Uses: The Na’vi harvest the fronds of the Lava Fern for their medicinal properties, particularly in treatments for muscle pain and fatigue. The plant is also used in rituals and ceremonies, as its striking appearance is considered a symbol of resilience.

Kxur’ta (Ashflower)

   - Description: A low-growing plant with broad, silver-gray leaves that blend into the ash-covered ground. The plant produces small, pale blue flowers that emit a faint, sweet fragrance.

   - Adaptations: The Ashflower’s leaves are coated in fine, hair-like structures that help it trap moisture from the air. Its flowers are frost-resistant and can bloom in cold conditions, making it one of the few plants to bloom year-round in the mountains.

   - Uses: The flowers of the Ashflower are used in perfumes and are considered a delicacy by the Na’vi, who often include them in ceremonial offerings. The plant itself is also used to create a soothing balm for irritated skin.

Txeyri’kan (Volcanic Lantern)

   -Description: A bioluminescent plant with thick, waxy leaves that are a deep violet in color. The plant produces large, bulbous flowers that glow with a soft, yellow light.

   - Adaptations: The Volcanic Lantern is adapted to grow in the nutrient-poor, rocky soils of the mountains. Its bioluminescence is thought to attract nocturnal pollinators and may also play a role in repelling certain predators.

   - Uses: The glowing flowers of the Volcanic Lantern are used as natural light sources by the Na’vi, who plant them near their homes and along pathways. The plant is also associated with spiritual practices and is used in rituals to honor Eywa.

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These plants, with their unique adaptations and uses, contribute to the survival of both the Na'vi and the animals that inhabit the Red Sands biome and the Txaya Manu mountain range. They are integral to the delicate balance of life in these harsh, unforgiving environments. Like the previous plantlife in the Evorak era, not many of these plants will be the same in modern times, either going extinct or evolving into different species.

[staticheck]

VIOLENCE, BLOOD, GORE & CHARACTER 'DEATH' TW.

+ 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆! 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. Their body twisted away from their charge and rolled against jagged rocks like a marionette without strings, gathering additional scrapes and tears against the fabric of their uniform and marred skin. Their once tight braid comes apart as they ragdoll down the uneven slope towards molten lava until finally, cresting along the edge of the world, their figure comes to a halt. One arm splayed towards the cliff, the other falling over their waist — bright crimson eyes glazing over to milk white. Their last breath leaves their open lips. Their blades land nearby. A moment of time separate from the present passes rapidly as foliage frames their corpse, sprouting greenery and red velvet roses into full bloom before withering into ashes.

Though they had succeeded in foiling holy plans by enveloping Lilith in their shadows and jumping to another plane, the sacred beam had still struck true. Not on its intended target, but Alastor who had stood between the opposing forces, resulting in their mangled, lifeless remains on ancient ground; their heart in smithereens and half of their torso asunder. Somewhere in Hell an Overlord feels a ( 𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 ) sever and 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 set in.

Ideas don't die. Vengeance will return, but who knows which century that will be?

* + @bringsin

[that-one-grey-witch]

I started working with prayer beads for the first time yesterday

So i figured id make a post with my experience so far, because i struggled to find a source on ways to use them rather than just the usual 'find something and pray about it a lot.' But in this vein it is very eclectic and based on my own beliefs rather than a specific path.

I have found that i use them kind of like reminders.

I string the beads myself, picking out specific beads to represent specific aspects im looking for. I start out with an intent, thought, or feeling im trying to evoke (ie i used my clear beads to both invoke clarity of the mind and listen to myself when im trying to make a decision i dont feel is clear). From there i use color associations: these are my personal ones:

Red- passion, fire, warmth, inspiration, flame, pride, humanity

Orange-sunlight, warning, molten lava, destruction

Yellow- Hope, happiness, sweetness, striving for better, knowledge

Green- nature, growth, peace, stillness, expansiveness, life cycles

Blue-cool, calm, peaceful, tranquility, beauty, fierce protectiveness, isolation, the individual

Purple- calm, gentle, guidance, deception, royalty, magic, willpower

Pink- soft, warmth, gentleness, strength, ferocity, togetherness

If youre able to, making the beads out of clay can add another personal touch, allowing you to make them with symbols, sigils, or other carvings. Making them out of wood, crystals, or other similar materials can carry over the original materials properties into your work as well.

Most importantly, they are for you so your associations and making them sacred to y o u is the goal. Not anyone else or their associations.

Stringing the beads with color associations, material associations, and numerical associations can make very very powerful magic. I tend to view it similar to a witches ladder, or working with the energy or spirits of the crystals in a more day to day life that i dont personally get with sticking the crystals in my pocket (i tend to forget they're there and dont thank them or they go through the wash.) This to me is a way of keeping both my magic and my entities close to me still and allowing myself to remember my spellwork rather than just setting and forgetting like five minutes later.

You could also view it as a portable altar if youre using them to pray or otherwise wanna use them as an offering (if you deem everything inside them a sacred space you could use it as a cast circle or a portable place to do formal offerings if you get out in the woods a lot). If you will be way from your own altar and you want to bring something rather inconspicuous with you, you could use them for that too. :)

The book A String & A Prayer by Elenor Wiley and Maggie Oman Shannon has some good general information HOWEVER they do appropriate from closed cultures so keep that in mind if you attempt to read it.

Best of luck and let me know if you use them and how it goes 👀

-Grey ❤

[steel-and-fire]

He had finally reached the bottom, and now the expanse of molten lava laid before him, bubbling, emiting an immense amount of heat..

Any normal person, or to say, any person without his natural heat resistance, would die simple from staying here too long, as the rock absorbed the temperature and made the place more akin to a boiling pot.

He could endure it, instead... But the next step was more difficult..

He breathed in deeply as he stood close to the edge, standing on a small platform of solid rock, that the path had led him to...

He was battered, exhausted, physically and mentally. The nightmares had been tormenting him without stop, he had been fighting for over a week with nearly no rest..

He was at his limit. And as he stared at the magma, he remembered the time he had bore witness to the ritual he was about to undergo himself. Back when he was still a child, in this sacred volcano, where their ancestors were born, were the magic is so thick it can suffocate you...

You may undergo the Baptism of Flames.

And you will find the answers you are looking for, you will be cleansed... And reborn...

That would be, if it wasn't usually lethal. The heat of this magma bypassed the resistance to fire as if it didnt exist at all... He had to step inside it, and let it scorch him alive.

He could die. He knew it very well.

But he had to do this.

He removed his cloths, his jewelery, set them all in a corner. Took the bracelets in his hand, and pressed them against his chest. The seashell ones..

'Lia, if i forget you, if im forever changed, or if im gone, forgive me. Let this moment forever claim my wish for your happiness, success and wellbeing...

I believe in you, and may this volcano be my witness...'

He then took his necklace in his hands, and spoke a few words for his family, a silent prayer, a reminder, an oath.

And then one for his friends, the ones he met recently, the ones who gave him a new home.. Or tried to.. He was forever grateful..

He exhaled as he stood up, and inhaled deeply again. He grabbed his axe in his hand, as it carried a part of his soul... And walked into the magma, sinking in after the first step..

[hauntmetosleep]

An Interlude in Sweet Variety

Molten Earth

Creeping into our filthy pores, Hot, molten earth dragged down by gravity Opens our forgotten yet tender wounds, Cutting into the atoms of our nuclear veins Our organs combust in a wave of Lard, lava and liquefied stone, An aroma like an extinct breed of beast, The tremors halving our ruined souls, Eclipsing us with the grease of industry

Frozen Sugar

Virtuous love for a green-eyed waverer, Alone in the dimension of endless stairs - Never a heart beats there, nor ever will he die In the tender sweetness of one's last dream - Lying in the abyss, I sense his silence, Listening to the sleep of those never born - Always, my love will be a stranger to me

Saccharide

Sourness of the stomach looms Twine my veins with precious poison Rattle the brittle stems of my bones All of my teeth, turn to aspartame Wither me to null, organ by organ Bitterly-earned bliss of the mind Emaciated at heart and starved of love Reaching forever for the strawberry jar Rotting with sweetness as my nails fall off Yes... it doesn't make me happy as it used to

Discharge

Concealed in an embryo of sacred oil, A vessel worthy of queens, a body steeped in Rich molasses reaped from the new larvae, Adorned in tendrils of sweet golden jelly - Maternal host to the insect god, Ether of madness, a holy hallucination Leeching and bleaching out the skies

Sweetest Dreamer

Man who slumbers in the arms of stars, Alone but beloved by the nova that is my heartbeat - Ripples of cosmic blood, bright and silvery as silk, Swiftly rush by as I am pulled into the lunar sea Holding on to that glimpse of you, distant as Mars, Melting into a kaleidoscope of clouds as I drown - Atlantis will hoard my soul in its ruins. Love, the sweetest dreams I will send to you Lulled by the waltz of eternity, stay dreaming. Opalescent fragments pass me as I fade, Wondering if that last glimmer might've been you...

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[Poem from upcoming collection The Gates of Paranoia] Copyright © 2016-2023 S.M. | Samael’s Tuesday

[crungebunge]

Shossa, The Disconnected Lands

CITIES

Floritcher: A very cute and quaint farming town of halflings, kender, and satyrs. Farm plots hold huge pumpkins, squash, and apples - any fruit you want must be here. Tall grasses sway in the breeze and paint the land yellow as far as the mountains. The smell of baking apples and cinnamon fills the air, and the breeze is fresh as laundry. Tall trees break up yellow sunlight into fractured rays, and a babbling brook runs through the town from an old wheat mill. Donkeys and horses carry piles of hay back and forth, and it seems like everyone is outside today.

Indigo: Across the bridge from Catterwalk, lies Indigo. A grey and stony town ruled by a mad and cruel king of Kenku. Surrounded by a dense forest of fir trees. Houses are lifted and birdhouse-like, only birds may enter.

Indus and Revus: Twin-city towns of centaurs, who make beer, ale, and wine. Their strong backs carry flagons and transport grapes, their strong hooves mush grapes and plums and fruit, and their high reach grab fruit from tall trees. On very good standing and know pretty much everything. Surrounded by plains, these centaurs run for miles.

Kipper: A homeland of Leonins, though they are nomadic, this is where their religion takes root. They believe in the 7 Great Warriors, legends from long ago about 7 warriors who overthrew the ruler of Kipper long ago and made a homeland for Leonin kind. They bring offerings, ask to be blessed, get married, and have children inside the city, but live elsewhere. Ruled by Queen Liper, each nomadic tribe has its own leader who reports to her. She is very cruel and cold to outsiders.

Tortuga Bay: A pirate town on the coast full of thieves and robbers, vigilantes and hitmen, criminals and those in hiding. Its a seemingly perpetually-dark, dank city that smells like rotting seaweed and salt. Everywhere, men lay dead or drunk beyond saving. Fights break out in the worryingly swaying bars, people are thrown through windows with panes as thick as ale glasses. Every building represents a different fish - some have long decks with sharp railings like the underbite of an angler, some have fins to withstand the heavy sea winds, and some are outright built in the shape of a massive trout. Nobody rules this lawless land, and honestly, I don't think anyone could.

PLACES:

Purplehart Farm: Vineyard of green, red, and purple grapes that span miles. Inhabited by Halflings and dwarves low enough to pick the grapes.

Grommet Library: A library run by the massive Grommet family, a Harengone family of researchers. It goes several hundred feet into the earth on a cylinder, the center open and the books clinging to the walls as a spiral platform goes all the way down. The top is open in the center, and birds fly in and out.

Lisa's farm: A flower farm.

Forge of the Forefathers: Dwarven forge in the lower center, a huge workplace for the fire dwarves. Red hot and burning lava comes from deep underground and melts iron at molten temperatures. Many weapons are forged here.

Forest of Bones: Dense forest of fir trees and dead, skinny weir-wood trees. Thick with fog, graves, and loose trinkets of those who have gone missing or died suddenly. Huge, spiky rib bones of something massive hang thick moss trails and provide places for birds to nest.

The Sunwood: A sacred religious tree for those who Worship the Goddess of light. A massive tree full of fireflies.

Mountains of Aemog: Huge mountains. Pass of Theodore lets you through, one rickety, decommissioned bridge. Green mountains of dragons, lizardfolk, and moss monsters.

Openlands and Hillplace: Centaur territory, flatlands. Good for running

Forever Pits: pits straight into the earth.

[fluffy-stories]

Fluffy and the Perilous Path of Spaghetti Doom

Fluffy was on a mission. Not just any mission, mind you, but an epic mission. Today, he would brave the Perilous Path of Spaghetti Doom—a dangerous quest that would surely test his agility, wit, and taste buds.

It all started when Fluffy innocently decided to make dinner. His tiny apartment kitchen, with ist clutter of mismatched dishes and questionable leftovers, was now the Kitchen of Trials, a sacred battlefield where only the strongest could survive. On this particular evening, he had chosen his weapon: spaghetti. But this was no ordinary pasta. No, in Fluffy’s mind, this was the Golden Noodles of the Infinite, said to stretch across the skies, tangling clouds and stars in ist web.

With his trusty broom-spear in one paw and a pot balanced precariously on his head as a helmet, Fluffy surveyed the battlefield. His tail twitched in excitement, the purple fin at ist end flickering like a battle flag. The kitchen was quiet—too quiet. He knew this meant only one thing: The spaghetti had sensed his arrival and was preparing to strike.

„Onward!“ Fluffy shouted, hopping from tile to tile, imagining each step as a leap over molten cheese lava. He spun his broom-spear, clanging it against the metal pots hanging overhead. In his mind, the clang echoed through the halls of Fluffland, rallying the forces of good.

As he reached the stovetop, the real battle began. He opened the cabinet and pulled out the box of spaghetti with great reverence. „Ah, the Golden Noodles,“ he whispered. The strings of pasta shimmered in the kitchen’s dim light, though in reality, it was just the reflection from the stained glass window above the sink.

Fluffy gingerly dropped the noodles into the boiling water, which in his imagination, was no longer just water—it was the Boiling Cauldron of Destiny, bubbling with magical properties that could either cook the noodles to perfection or send them spiraling into the chaotic vortex of Overdone Pasta Land.

Suddenly, disaster struck.

The noodles, as if sensing their impending doom, fought back. They began to twirl and twist, their long, unruly strands flailing from the pot like the tentacles of a monstrous sea creature. Fluffy’s eyes widened in horror as the spaghetti, now fully transformed in his mind into the dreaded Spaghettigon, lunged at him.

„Oh no, you don’t!“ Fluffy cried, brandishing his broom-spear. With a daring leap (which in reality was more of a clumsy hop onto the kitchen counter), Fluffy jabbed at the noodles, trying to tame their wild thrashing. He swung the broom with dramatic flair, narrating his every move.

“The brave hero Fluffy, standing tall—well, tall enough—against the vile Spaghettigon!” he declared. His tail wagged furiously as he fought. “He jabs! He slashes! The monster’s grip loosens! Will he survive?”

At that moment, the door creaked open, and Zane, his ever-amused human friend, walked in. Zane had long since stopped being surprised by Fluffy’s antics, but today’s scene was something special. The sight of Fluffy standing on the counter, wielding a broom against an innocent pot of pasta, was too much. Zane leaned against the doorframe, watching with a grin as Fluffy spun and jumped in his imaginary battle.

“Need a hand, hero?” Zane asked, suppressing a chuckle.

Fluffy, panting from his exertions, whipped his head toward Zane, his wide reddish-brown eyes filled with a mix of excitement and confusion. “Zane! You’re just in time! The Spaghettigon is upon us! Grab a shield—uh, or a plate—something!”

Zane raised an eyebrow. “You mean the noodles?”

“No! The Spaghettigon! Look at it!” Fluffy pointed dramatically at the pot, where the noodles had indeed begun to overflow. In Fluffy’s mind, they were rising up, preparing their final assault.

Without missing a beat, Zane walked over, turned the heat down, and stirred the pot with a wooden spoon. The noodles sank back into the water, defeated. Fluffy blinked in surprise.

“Uh… well done, warrior,” Fluffy said, quickly recovering. “But we must remain vigilant. The Spaghettigon may yet rise again!”

Zane shook his head with a laugh. “I think you’ve won this round. But I wouldn’t turn your back on those meatballs—they look shifty.”

Fluffy gasped and spun toward the stove, where a plate of frozen meatballs sat waiting. “Of course! The Meatball Marauders! I knew it wasn’t over!”

He grabbed a spatula—now reimagined as his Spatula of Searing Justice—and eyed the frozen orbs with suspicion. “What dark sorcery is this? They’re… solid. Frozen in time.”

Zane, now used to his friend’s elaborate imaginings, grabbed a pan and tossed the meatballs in, turning up the heat. “Time to thaw them out, Fluff.”

Fluffy grinned, tail wagging fiercely. “Yes! They shall meet their end soon enough.”

The kitchen filled with the warm aroma of cooking pasta and meatballs as the two friends continued their quest. When the meal was finally prepared, Fluffy proudly declared victory. “We have defeated the Spaghettigon and the Meatball Marauders! Fluffland is safe, thanks to our bravery and skill.”

Zane rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yeah, and thanks to the fact that I didn’t let the kitchen catch fire.”

Fluffy plopped down at the table, grabbing his fork as though it were the Fork of Eternal Feasting. „Yes, yes, of course. But remember, hero work is never done.“

As they dug into the pasta, Fluffy glanced around the room, eyes narrowing. “Did you hear that?”

Zane paused, mid-bite. “Hear what?”

“The Dishwasher of Doom… I think it’s plotting something.”

Zane groaned, but couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course it is, Fluff. Of course it is.”

[kitty-is-writing]

✍🏻 WIP snippet ✍🏻

Been working on Forgotten Magic today and thought I'd share a little bit of Soris and his first lesson in magic weaving.

Soris looked around. He had expected something different, from both Blaise and Ember’s descriptions of Isati lands. Rivers of lava, smoke filling the air, fires springing up all over the place, that kind of thing. Instead, this small part seemed much like any other rocky crag on a mountainside. Ember was standing far too near the edge, pointing down and asking Blaise questions about the places they could see below. Soris wondered if the lower parts of the land were more like he’d pictured, but he wasn’t interested enough to go hang over the edge of a cliff.

“Ah, here she is. Okay kiddos, I’d like you to meet an old friend of mine.” Soris looked over in time to see a streak of blue fire swirl its way to the ground, and turn into a short, slim woman with nearly black skin and greyish-blue hair.

The woman gave them a playful wave. “Hiya, I’m Tanwen. Nice to meet you both.” She looked at Blaise before speaking again. “How are we working this, then? Are we teaching the two together, or do you want to split?”

Blaise grinned and winked at her. “Well, me and Ember were going to go play with some of the kaifa up top. She thinks she’s ready for some more advanced work, and Soris is looking to figure out some kolnis basics. You mind sticking around here and giving him a crash course?”

“Sure thing, old pal. Mind you don’t toss any of it too far, I don’t fancy picking up molten rock today.” She smiled as they left, and turned to Soris. “So, Soris, you want to learn more about kolnis?”

Soris nodded. “I’ve no idea if I’ll be able to do anything with it, but I’d like to learn more about it. Maybe I can help Ember out with the theory, even if I don’t get the practical down.”

“Aw, young love is so sweet. Well, it’s easier to use kolnis if you’re born with a spark like we are, but not impossible to learn if you weren’t. Since you’re wanting to do this out of curiosity and kindness, rather then greed or hunger for power, I think we can find a way to make it work. Think fast, human.” She suddenly threw a piece of glowing rock towards him, and he barely managed to get a shield up in time. “Not bad. I was kinda hoping you’d catch it, but at least you didn’t get hit. I’ll toss you another one, and I want you to try and grab it. When you do, hold onto it for a bit and tell me what you feel.”

The second one came towards him a little slower, and he was able to catch it. There was a gentle warmth there, as if it had been in the sun for some hours, but the fierce heat suggested by the yellowish orange glow was missing. “It’s not as hot as I was expecting,” he said. “I can’t feel any magic in it, either. Not that I’m familiar with, anyway. How did you…?”

His unfinished question was answered when Tanwen pulled a small bag of pebbles out of her pocket, each of them glowing brightly. “These are from our lands, boyo. Each has a little bit of spark inside, left behind by those who have passed over.” She must have seen something in his expression, because she smiled before continuing. “It’s nothing sacred, just a bit of leftover energy gifted back to the world. The part of the spark that made the person is long gone, so don’t you stress about treading on anyone’s beliefs here. We use these to teach our young ones how to use the spark, and help wake up their own. Figured it’d be appropriate here.”

“Great. So what do I do with it?”

“Well, you can play with it for a bit and see what you get out of it. I’ve got a bunch here, so if that one doesn’t work for you we can try another. Have a go at casting some spells, but don’t use your own energy. Try and draw from the spark in the stone.”

Soris tried a few simple flame spells, which all worked as expected, but nothing seemed to come from the pebble in his hand. “I’m not getting much from this one.”

Tanwen nodded. “Yeah, I could tell. Come here a second.” She lightly pressed two fingers on either side of his head, just in front of his ears. “Your own energy is strong, and it’s overriding the spark. I’ll damp it down for now. Try again, and let the stone talk to you this time.”

He attempted one of the spells a second time, an easy one that would create a small flame on a fingertip, but where he would expect magic to flow and complete the spell, there was only a cool, tingling sensation. Instead, soft whispers seemed to come from the stone he held, and he allowed that presence to guide his own intent. The flame lit slowly, differently to how it usually went, and burned with a bright, almost white light rather than the soft orangish yellow he expected.

“There you go. That's a good bright spark there,” Tanwen said. “Now, how's that energy feel? Different to your usual spells?”

“It's… I don't know how to describe it. There's a kind of independence behind it, I guess? Like I'm guiding the magic into doing the spell itself, rather than using it to power my spell.” It sounded stupid when he said it aloud, but Tanwen just smiled and nodded again. “That made sense to you?”

“Yep. Most of my experience is with kolnis, but I've played around with a few other energies before. The risnat you're used to is tough to work with, since you've got to do it all yourself. Most others will help you out along the way, but risnat’s an awkward bastard. Kinda like the dragons it came from. Try a few more spells, ignore the pushy risnat and listen to the sparks.”

[dasrupesh]

Others

          What you think of yourself is more important and significant than what others think about you.It's not your business what others think of you and it should not be your business either thinking about others.infact,one should mind his own activities and his own business.You shouldn't peep in someone's home and in someone's life to know what's going on until and unless he tells you.You should peep into your own life and introspect about yourself which makes more sense.Whatever you do,there is always criticism because no one is inevitable of criticisms.If you do something,people will criticize you and even people will criticize you if you do nothing.In either way,you are the victim of criticism because people are critic.There are two kinds of criticism.One is positive and the other one is negative.Criticism is criticism either it is positive or negative.Positive criticism are better ones than the negative ones.Positive criticism reminds you to make yourself better.People criticize according to their perspectives and understandings.Envy is the negative desire and negative criticism about the achievements and fortune of others.When you achieve something better and reach the highest level in life then those who feel envy will definitely criticize you and hope your downfall.The envious one will try his level best to pull you down from the top of ladder to the ground.They can't sleep properly until they see you down in the ladder.This is the nature of envy which is of dark realm.

             The structure of people's mind and society is that they are always watching what others do like the watchdog and watchtower.They watch like the secret agent who does his secret activities of spying others.The free society is still the mirage and freedom is an empty word in life and in the world.The word ‘freedom’ sounds beautiful to ears but in ground reality,it is an empty word which is not loaded in the controlled society and in the world because you are in an invisible web of systemic jurisprudence.You are watched by the cameras in roads and when you enter someone's house,you are watched.You are watched everywhere in the world except your home.You are watched by the spy satellites with pin point accuracy.Your location can be tracked anywhere if you have smartphone or an ordinary phone.You are not free and never be.Any country which talks and advocates about freedom and says it's citizens are free is lying.Half freedom is not the freedom.Half truth is not the truth.Half man is not the man.Half woman is not the woman.You find invisible web everywhere imposed by the government and systems in which small insects gets trapped and big insects breaks the web.The life which is inside the web and surveillance can't be free life at all.Even you don't think about others what they do,the others will think about you that what you do.Even if you don't criticize others,other will criticize you.Even if you love others,there will be people who will hate you because this is not the nice world as it seems.The wicked land is under the wicked sky and the black wings lurks everywhere and anytime.There are wicked people who does bad to others and there are good people who does good to others in this world because of presence of the black heart and sacred heart.

         No matter how much you do good,there will be always some people who will criticize you because there are envious critics which can't see the rise of others.Nobody is enemyless.You can't have friends only but you have enemies too.The people and the world is not that what it seems from outside.There is a different story beneath the surface.The earth looks calm from surface but she is violent inside in the core.There is molten lava in the core of the earth which shakes,the tectonic plates shakes for adjustments and consequently there are earthquakes and volcanoes.The lava erupts,earthquakes comes,hurricanes comes,tsunami comes and many more nature's fury occurs.All that glitters is not gold.Not all polites and humbles are nice people.You should not care what others think about you.Only you know yourself.Others can know you only in surface and partially.Nobody can know you totally.Only you can know you totally.So,it doesn't make sense at all what others think about you and people should not sense about others.One should sense about oneself but not of others.You are more important to yourself than others.Of course,your loved ones are important to you because they love you and gives you the positive criticism for your betterment.You care and think nice of those whom you love and your loved one cares and loves you.Thinking bad and thinking downfall of others is the envy which is wrong and evil in nature.The dark hearted people does this kind of activity.What others think about you is not the matter of concern and must not be so.It makes more sense thinking about yourself than thinking about others in this wicked and selfish world.In love and in the act of service to others,it makes highsense thinking about others who are in need of love,care and service.

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Quest Title: The Anvil of Durnamir

Quest Giver: Forge Matron Brunhilda Stoneheart

Objective: Recover the Anvil of Durnamir, a sacred dwarven relic that has been stolen by the treacherous fire giants of the Molten Peak. The anvil is said to be imbued with the spirit of the dwarven god of craftsmanship and is essential for forging legendary weapons.

Location: The quest will lead the female dwarven fighter through the perilous Scorched Pass, into the fiery depths of the Molten Peak, and into the heart of the fire giants' stronghold.

Challenges:

- Traverse the dangerous Scorched Pass, avoiding lava flows and fiery creatures that inhabit the area.

- Use your dwarven resilience to resist the intense heat and toxic fumes within the Molten Peak.

- Battle the fire giants and their minions, using your combat skills and dwarven fortitude.

- Solve ancient puzzles that protect the chamber where the Anvil of Durnamir is kept.

Reward: Upon retrieving the Anvil of Durnamir, you will be granted the ability to forge a weapon or piece of armor of exceptional quality, imbued with the blessings of the dwarven gods.

Completion: Return the Anvil to Forge Matron Brunhilda Stoneheart, who will honor you with a feast in the Great Hall of Dwarves and bestow upon you the title of Champion of the Forge.

This quest will test the mettle of the female dwarven fighter, challenging her strength, endurance, and fighting spirit as she seeks to reclaim a piece of her people's heritage.