#saint olms the just

[bad-time-piss-depression]

I have made a discovery

[vosh-rakh]

As the Hortator’s daughter, Hla-eix could always tell when she was being watched. Even in her sleep.

Her eyes shot open to see the (former) living god of the Tribunal, Vivec, leaning over her bed. She would have started if this wasn’t a regular occurrence. Mother Ayem had told Hla-eix that he had insomnia, something to do with not being a god anymore. His once-split face – now just a slightly discolored grey on his right side – hung over hers, his eyes bulging out of their sockets like a bug’s, his restless lids sagging underneath. “Hla. Wake up.”

“Vivi,” said Hla-eix, rubbing sleep from her eyes, “you’ve already woken me up.”

“I want to show you something.” Vivec stood up, but his sharp stare lingered on Hla-eix as she slowly shifted up out of her Daedra-silk sheets.

“Is it another prank?” That was usually what he was up to at this time of night. “We can’t spike the flin with bug musk again, the cooks are being extra cautious because of last month –”

“No, no,” said Vivec, flashing one of his rare smiles, his teeth glittering like pearls under starlight. “I told you. I want to show you something special. Can you fly?“

“What? No!” Hla-eix frowned. “What makes you think I could?”

“I’ve seen you in the apothecary, looking very closely at the Rising Force potions.”

Hla-eix blushed under the pale grey scales on her cheeks. “So? Knowing what potions do doesn’t mean I can fly.”

“Well,” Vivec said, smirking toothlessly, “You’re in luck. I can fly.” He threw a bundle of clothes at Hla-eix. “Put that on. The air is cold outside, especially as high as we’re going.”

Hla-eix beamed like crescent Secunda as she caught the heavy Skyrim-imported woolen robe. She finished kicking off the sheets and pulled the robe over her Daedra-silk sleeping gown. “Where are we going?” she asked, her hands on her hips like a true adventurer.

“Up, naturally,” crooned Vivec, chiming his glassy laugh. “Where else?”

Hla-eix frowned. “You’re being coy.”

Vivec offered his hand. “As is my nature. You’ll see.”

Hla-eix took the hand, his fully-grey one, and he led her to the window of her bedroom. With a conjured gust of wind the twin panes blew open, allowing the cold air of Vivec City to trickle in. Vivec the Saint picked up his legs into his floating lotus position and hovered outside. “Sit in my lap, Hla. I’ll show you. It’s not far.”

Hla-eix wasn’t particularly afraid of heights, but her room was high up in the Hortator’s palace. With great care she climbed into Vivec’s lap and sat facing forward, her back against his chest, her sharp nails gripping his thighs. It was wise of Vivec to have her wear the robes, she thought: nights in Sun’s Dawn – Mama said it was Xeech in Jel – were frigid, especially this high up.

Vivec slowly spun them around away from the palace, looking down upon the rest of the city as it crawled along the sea towards Vvardenfell proper, canton by canton. She’d had little opportunity to explore them on her own; it was difficult to escape your minders when you were the Hortator’s daughter. But she had a knack for fading like a shadow, and had explored some of St. Olms, and once watched a brutal fight in the Arena before being caught and brought home. Mother Ayem had scolded her, as had Mama, but secretly Mama praised her sneakiness when Mother Ayem was out of earshot. “You’d make an excellent assassin, like me, one day,” she had said, and it had excited Hla-eix, despite the fact that she was grounded for a month.

Hla-eix looked out upon the cantons, even this late skittering with lanterns crawling along the streets like ants. She longed for the secrets of those ants’ lives, locked away inside their skulls. What did they do day-to-day? How did they make their livings? What did they know of Love?

Love was a mystery to Hla-eix. She had read a copy of the thirty-fifth lesson of Vivec, the sermon on Love, but understood little. So she went to the source and asked Vivec directly. He had merely laughed and said, “You are barely eleven years old. You’ll know more about love when you’re older.”

This did not satisfy Hla-eix. Derelayn was scarcely older than her, and she could never shut up about boys. But it almost bored Hla-eix to tears every time. The most interest Hla-eix had in boys was to fight them, to cut their egos down to size – especially those annoying Nord boys in Ebonheart, who thought they were so important because their fathers were always jostling for the Duke’s favor. Hla-eix didn’t have enough fingers to count the times she’d been sent back across the bay after going to the castle to visit Derelayn, but getting into fights instead. (Again, while Mother Ayem chastised her, Mama secretly praised her.)

A chill ran down the back of her robes’ collar, tickling her spine and shaking her from her reminiscing. Vivec had brought her close – but not too close – to a strange sight: a small floating boulder. “You brought me to see that meteor?” she asked. “What for? I see it almost every day.”

“I brought you to see my hubris,” Vivec said softly. “Baar Dau.”

“Your hubris?” asked Hla-eix, looking up at Vivec. 

“Oh. Hubris means –”

“I know what hubris means, Vivi,” Hla-eix said, reaching up to pinch his nose. “I mean, how is Baar Dau your hubris?”

Vivec sighed. “It’s a long story. A version of which I’ve written in my sermons. The truth is a little more mundane, but…the point is, I should have dealt with it sooner. I was too proud. It took your mother’s decisiveness to finally put Baar Dau to rest.”

Hla-eix looked down at the canton below. A throng of priests and ordinators and various government officials and foreign dignitaries were looking expectantly up at the floating boulder that once was Baar Dau. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to notice Vivec and Hla-eix floating in the sky nearby.

She could hear the people on the canton chanting something. It seemed like a countdown of sorts, and she was able to pick out Mama’s voice rather clearly in the cacophony. She scanned the front of the crowd and was able to pick out the gleam of Wraithguard on her right hand. Just as the count reached “one” – 

A loud boom – a flash of light. Hla-eix’s head jerked up to see that the boulder was no more, just a fireball shooting fragments in all directions…

…including at her. She screamed.

The shrapnel bounced harmlessly off the thin violet surface of a Shield. “Don’t worry, Hla,” said Vivec. “You were never in any danger.”

There was now nothing at all left of Baar Dau but small rocks plummeting into the sea and pitifully crumbling onto the canton a safe distance away from the crowd. But Hla-eix’s scream had drawn their attention, and she looked down to see her Mama, the Hortator, glaring up at her and Vivec, as the crowd murmured and pointed.

Ku-vastei marched up towards Vivec, ascending the sky like stair-steps, fists clenched at her sides. Finally she stood in the air in front of Vivec and Hla-eix, her hands on her hips.

“Good evening, Hortator,” said Vivec, a shy, boyish smile on his face.

“Vehk,” Mama said, her voice like ice. Hla-eix had never heard her call him that before. “What are you thinking, stealing my daughter from sleep, and putting her in harm’s way right next to an explosion? In public?” Her face was expressionless, but Hla-eix knew there was rage hidden behind her scales in the way her tail stiffened.

“Well, Ku-vastei, you see…” Vivec stumbled over his words. Very uncharacteristic of him, thought Hla-eix; he always had something to say to any situation. “I just thought she would like to see –”

“He wanted to show me his ‘hubris,’” Hla-eix said. “I’m not sure what he meant, but it seemed important to him.”

Vivec flashed a guarish smile at Ku-vastei, hoping Hla-eix’s simple explanation would suffice.

Mama said nothing for a long time. Then she looked down at Hla-eix and said, “‘Hubris,’ huh? Damn dangerous foolishness, more like. And it’s no longer a problem. No thanks to him.” She suddenly hefted Hla-eix up and over her shoulder; Hla-eix yelped at the swift movement. “Go to bed, Vehk. And let my daughter get her rest. She’s a growing child, and needs it.”

“Yes,” Vivec said, nodding furiously. “Apologies, Hortator. Won’t happen again.” With a crack of the air, he was gone.

[victorianasshole]

A whole mudcrab's worth of meat (Vivec x Masc!reader) Chapter 2/?

So this took very long, but it was either this or graduating, so I had to make some priorities lol. Be sure to give feedback if you like this fic, I'd love to read what you think :3

Includes: 1st person reader, OC character(s), Ohmes Raht reader, masc!reader, Vivec, other canon characters, canon environment

CW: Cursing, drinking, standard elderscrolls fantasy bigotry, Lmk if more needs to be added.

Word count: 2533 Part one

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My head bounced off M’aiko’s chest plate when I whirled around from the palace doors. 

“What the fuck happened in there!?”

I let out a confused yelp in response, my fingers tingling with adrenaline and my forehead pounding from the metal it just collided with. He had to properly fix me to the ground with his hands on my shoulders before I thought to answer. “Uh, they- … You can’t keep secrets around mystics like them. And-”“Are you in trouble?”M’aiko asked, seeming just about ready to throw me over his shoulder and run. It was an endearing gesture if nothing else.

“No.”

“No?”

“This one actually thinks I’m the opposite of ‘in trouble’?”

The taller cat cocked his head, and I only shrugged in response. 

“He seemed well aware of my... Illusionary methods. And took great interest in that. I thought they’d have me arrested or something, but he only bid farewell with a promise of a ‘next meeting’. Maybe he just meant in case I picked up another job, like offered?...”

“Maybe…”

M’aiko hummed, looking at me for a moment as he seemingly tried to decipher something from my words. But then he shook his head, just as I thought he was about to ask further into it.

“We should find an inn to get some rest in until tomorrow. Then we can collect our money.”

I felt a small jab in my stomach, something I hadn’t thought to consider creeping into my mind. “...And then we’re probably on our separate ways, yes?”

M’aiko took a small step back and glided a palm over his locks. It seemed as if he wasn’t much for it either, separating as such… 

We didn’t talk much on the way back through the city. I took the liberty of holding his hand through the large noisy crowds of Saint Olms’ lower-class markets, mumbling something about not wanting to get lost. He most likely didn’t hear me through the crowd, but he didn’t let go of my hand either. The stone we walked on was hot and humid. The midday sun was warm on my nose and made my head boil. The thought of Vivec crept back on me. How their light kind of felt like this. Less harsh, but just as dizzying… I tried to go back over the whole encounter as I quietly followed M’aiko around the canton city, back to the Foreign Quarter. How they had smiled at me when I looked up at them. Or did I imagine that? I had, I probably had. Or how they had called me friend. That part definitely happened. 

I almost bumped into an ordinator in my haze, and I realised we were already over the bridge to the Foreign Quarter. I shook my head and let go of M’aiko’s hand.

M’aiko paid for a room and two bottles of flin. The little cornerclub was new, like the walls themselves, and so the prices were low in fear of bad first impressions. Even so, I did thank M’aiko with a furrowed brow as he came into the corner booth with the two Cyrodilic whiskeys.

“Isn’t it a bit early to lighten your pouch on commodities like booze?” 

He simply shook his head and sat down, handing me one of the metallic flasks. The liquid sloshed inside the container, and I braced myself for the burn it would bring to drink. 

“A proper toast needs a proper drink to do it with. We’ve earned it!”

I had yet to see him as pronounced as now. An extraverted tone never quite fit him, but it still made me laugh. He smiled back at me like he always would when he made me laugh. I was going to miss him, and I had only known this cat for some two weeks. But we had enjoyed ourselves on our little adventure, so it was only natural we got a bit hammered to celebrate.

“To fight and friendship. And also financial gain.”

“May we meet again and get drunk all the same!”

… 

The money waiting for me had been enough for a double-room flat in St. Delyn Plaza. I couldn’t believe it. And there was still enough weight in the pouch for food and decor, as well as some books and paints to pass the time. As I dropped my travel gear on the clay floor and looked around, I realised the contract had assured a bed and kitchenette in the purchase as well. I actually couldn’t believe it. Not because I was surprised, but because I KNEW that my deeds to the temple didn’t call for such a payment. This was too much, and something seemed off. It was as if someone had already paid half before I even looked at the apartment options. I didn’t like it. Of course, I had my theories. But all of them were a bit outlandish. 

The leading theory was that the Lord had something to do with it. I felt as if I was kept at an arm’s reach for a purpose. And their strange departing words certainly attested to that. A whole month had gone by, and they still rang in my head. In the end, I spent little time actually looking for any jobs to keep the housing, only sitting on the balcony with fruit and hobbies. Sketching out the architecture around me, painting over it with gouache, adding fantastical creatures in the corners of the paper. My head going in circles, trying to decide on how I came to be here. And what Vivec would need me for. What they couldn’t just do themself.

But that wasn’t to say I wasn’t thankful. So many nights out in the dangerous open had made me forget about the comfort of beds, or the calm of knowing a stocked cabinet of food was only a few feet away. The neighbours were... Well, they didn’t bother, at least. Which was honestly the best outcome. I couldn’t care less if they took it to complaining behind closed doors. About having an outlander live in the plaza closest to the Lord… If anything, I agreed with them on that being weird. 

But the days went by undisturbed. I had slowly started becoming comfortable walking in the streets of the Vivec. And more familiar with the traffic and smells for each errand I went on. The pawn shops and alchemists began to recognise my face as well. Even the marketplace seemed a little less guarded when spotting my tail. Less focused on where my clawed hands were hiding… One of the merchants had even taken to actually chatting with me. However, the chats often consisted of gossip bordering on interrogation. He probably had little else to fill his day with, so I often just complied and let him ask. There was one subject I had a hard time talking about though. Unfortunately, it was also the one he fished for the most.

“I hear rumours, you know…” 

His voice was always hoarse. One could always hear when he was the one coughing out advertisements for his meats. It stuck out like a sore thumb among the otherwise smooth calls of the other persuasive elven merchants. But I didn’t like those much. His hands wrapped a paper over the ribs I had bought with a practised motion.

“Rumours?” I let out a lighthearted laugh, however false it was. He dumped the pound of meat in my basket and nodded.

“A khajiit does not just show up here, go directly to the Lord’s temple, then gets approved for a home in the most sought-after living area of the city.”

I hummed. I knew he wanted more gossip to spread out of me. With a little shrug, I put some septims on his table. The side profile of Vivec glinted back up at me in the lantern light of his booth. A gem in their long stretched ear, nicely crooked nose… Even in gold pennies, they didn’t do his image justice.

“I’m in no high standing with the God, if that’s what you mean. Where did you hear this?”

“Just whispers from nosy denizens…”

We didn’t talk about much more than that. Rumours. And every time I deflected his curiosity, he hummed a small acknowledgement and let me leave when I wanted to. But I could still feel his red eyes following me out the waistworks. Every time… 

This particular time it was raining. Petrichor assaulted my nose as soon as I got out, and all I could do was stand there, under the awning of the Redoran canton door. Looking on as the rain stained the sandy floor of the canton. Some people rushed past me and through the door, while others shouldered the ashy rain with a grumble. I was in no high standing with the God… But at this point, he owed me some answers.

Arriving home, my mind was fixed and sharp like I had just stepped out into the wilderness again. I searched all the cabinets I had, looking for whatever ingredients there were. Then I could make a list of what was missing. There was an abundance of bittergreen, but no dell’arco spae. I had leftover ciciliani oil from the last meal, so that was covered as well. But where in the world would I find a diamond? I had my mortar and pestle, of course, and funnel and measuring tools. I was sure a lantern could easily be reworked into a burner too. It was just that damn diamond I needed. Dell’arco could probably be found in the market, and if I ended up needing more oils I could just make some.

I sat down on the floor, looking at the spread of tools I had put out. Pulling my hair back and away from my eyes. Was this over the top? I knew how to make a short invisibility spell already. In theory, I could just do that instead of making a longer-lasting potion. My mind wandered back to the nosy merchant then, and how he just so happened to know exactly where i had been, and when… If I was seen walking up those steps again, or even near the temple canton for that matter, the dunmer would be talking about it by the next meal. I had to make that potion. I couldn’t risk being seen.

Diamond could come later at least. I was sure I could make some connections in the Telvanni canton if I tried hard enough, and those wizards were probably drowning in gems they didn’t need. Maybe. I had never really spoken to proper esteemed mages like the Telvanni.

With my list tucked away in my pants and a kwama scone later, I rushed out the door again.

As I had suspected, the healer in the Foreign Quarter had dell’arco. I bought two, just in case of something going wrong in the brewing process. The healer herself, an older breton lady with a permanent scowl lodged into her wrinkles, had outright denied me a third. Either she wanted to use them herself, or she had just adopted the dunmers’ mistrust over the years of living here. I hardly blamed her, dell’arco spae was… Let’s say less than harmless in larger quantities. But never mind that. I had what I needed now, except for that stupid rock. 

The Telvanni were… Kind of a scary option. I’d rather avoid them. So while I got pushed along with the crowd, out of the canton, I started brainstorming other options. Theft? Hey no, I just got here. That would be a horrible first impression if I ended up being caught. If, being the keyword… But no, bad idea. There was always an abundance of adventurers and mercenaries coming through the city, maybe I could sweet talk one of them to some of their spoils? However, that would likely take weeks. I had gotten quite rusty with flirting. Maybe if I just-

I got pushed. Someone in the crowd must have had more urgent places to be, and I was shoved harshly against the railing. Trying to suck my breath back, I avoided looking down at the deep water below me, reeling back to gain my footing. I checked my basket. I checked my necklaces. Nothing was knocked off of me, at least… There were some angry exclamations around me from the traffic of civilians, but I wasn’t focused on that anymore. Looking over the railing made me notice a caravan, terra firma. Better yet, a khajiiti caravan, with merchants. Wealthy ones, likely with jewels to sell. Whoever pushed me just saved me a lot of trouble. 

Stepping over the bridge again felt strange when it really shouldn’t. I hadn’t really acknowledged it, but I had spent a good couple of months by now in the city, without the faintest hint of restlessness under the unmoving structures around me. It almost shocked me to hear the crunch of gravel under my boots as I stepped off of the paved ground. But it hardly made me falter, a sudden urge to run shooting up my spine at the prospect of being on land and doing my own little mission. I practically skipped over to where I had seen the caravan, hardly minding my basket’s contents almost spilling. 

…That was until I almost ran into a massive pahmar-raht. 

I halted, just short of colliding with her belt. As I looked up to see what face was blocking out the sun, the hard intimidating features of the tigress bodyguard concurrently softened. 

She looked stunning. Despite her obvious job as hired muscle, it seemed that the merchant had decorated her attire to look just as eye-catching as the newly unfolded tent behind her. Armoured heavy in local chitin plate, but with Elsweyr silk glittering just beneath it. Oval golden beads dangled from a sash she had neatly tied beneath her belt, matching with her proudly visible bracelets and necklaces. She was, however, also very very intimidating. I gulped my heart back down my throat just in time for her to speak. Not to me, despite the eye contact. To someone behind her. The accent was thick and reminded me of motherly figures from back home.

“Jo’dul, this one found a cub of kin!”

Past her giant shoulders, a deeper voice could be heard. Though it took me a good while to decide where it came from. 

“Bring them here. In a land like this, kin should get discounts.” As she moved to the side for this Jo’dul to size me up as well, my eyes finally landed on him. An alfiq, lazily curled against lavish silks alike the ones on his bouncer. He himself wore as many jewels as his size would allow, both of his small ears pierced threefold. His well pleased yellow eyes settled on my face, looking me over with approval and encouragement. My eyes, however, fell to his jewels. There, behind a couple of golden chains, snug against his chestnut fur, the unmistakable glimmer of a diamond winked at me.

“What can this one get you, friend?”

It fell out of me eagerly before my decorum objected.

“Your necklace.”

[devout-of-the-elder-scrolls]

Basic Rundown of the TES Saints

Note that in TES lore, after the fall of the Tribunal, Almalexia, Sothia Sil, and Vivec were "demoted" into Saints. In my worship, they remain as gods, but I listed them here regardless, just in case they're regarded as saints in your worship. This post utilizes UPG.

This post is very basic, so please do more research than just this post!

Long post below, so read more.

BRETON SAINTS

Ellenica -- a priestess of Arkay, whose prayer book became a holy relic with passages that can put the dead to rest. in my experience, can be invoked when performing work beyond the veil, to banish evil ghosts, and to settle ghosts.

Marben -- a saint of Arkay. not much is known of Him in TES lore, but in my experience, He can be invoked for matters of ancestor work and working with the dead.

Octavien -- a priest of Arkay. not much is known of Him in TES lore, but in my experience, He helps with grieving and coming to peace with death.

Pelin -- a Breton priest of Stendarr. was memorialized for his divine act in the defense of the Bangkorai Garrison in 1E 1029, which in turn lead to the province of High Rock into the Fine Empire of Cyrodiil. he was memorialized by the Order of Saint Pelin, the knightly order of the Kingdom of Evermore, a chapel in Evermore, and a great cemetery. invoked for matters of protection of those of faith.

Stental -- slew the demon of Overlook Hill, rescuing the three Sisters of Kynareth from an untimely death. invoked for protection, defeating evil, being "saved" from harm, and similar matters.

Vitache -- patron of millers, scissor-grinders, and bathhouse attendants. invoked for self-care and work.

DUNMER SAINTS

Greater Saints

Almalexia the Warden -- healers, teachers. invoked for healing, to learn lessons.

Sotha Sil the Magus -- artificers, wizards. invoked for magic, tinkering with objects, things like car repairs, etc.

Vivec the Poet -- artists, rogues. invoked for things with a dual nature, for creativity.

Nerevar the Captain -- warriors, statesmen, House Redoran. invoked for battle, for fighting back against harm, for winning.

Neloth the Pilgrim -- outcasts, seekers, House Hlaalu. canonized for guiding the now Dunmer to now Morrowind, and guiding them to worship the Daedra. invoked for learning about spirituality, for learning about the Three Good Daedra, for moving home.

Lesser Saints

Aralor the Penitent -- tanners, miners. canonized for repenting his crimes and performing the great pilgrimage on his knees as proof of his repentance. invoked for learning from your sins, for fortifying character.

Delyn the Wise - potters, glassmakers. canonized for using his skills as a lawyer to build many laws and customs for Tribunal life. invoked for resistance to disease.

Felms the Bold -- butchers, fishmongers. canonized for driving Nordic invaders out of Morrowind, despite not being able to read or write, only hearing Almalexia's voice in his head and following Tribunal orders. invoked for recovery from spells.

Jiub the Eradicator of the Winged Menace -- canonized for driving the Cliffracers out of Morrowind, ending their species. invoked for dealing with difficult things, and defeating hardship.

Meris the Peacemaker -- farmers, laborers. canonized for risking her life to end a long and bloody House War. invoked for healing and making peace.

Llothis the Pious -- tailors, dyers, House Dres. canonized for building many of the temple rituals and principles of the Tribunal faith. invoked for learning about the Tribunal faith, for fortifying will.

Olms the Just -- sailors, chandlers, clerks, House Indoril. canonized for founding the Ordinators. invoked for repentance, enduring tests, and resisting common illness.

Rilms the Barefooted -- pilgrims, beggars. canonized for giving up her shoes to a beggar, then dressed and appeared as a beggar to better acquaint herself with the poor. invoked for dealing with poverty, enduring hardships.

Roris the Martyr -- furnishers, caravaners. canonized for being captured by Argonians, killed for not revoking his faith, and then subsequently a war happened for his justice. invoked fortifying health, holding onto faith during hard times.

Seryn the Merciful -- brewers, bakers, distillers. canonized for his ability to take disease upon herself, which is a burden she held and practiced until her old age. invoked for healing from illness.

Vorys the Immolant -- House Telvanni. unclear why he was canonized, and generally fell out of reverence due to being "a bit unsavory". however, can be invoked for power.

IMPERIAL SAINTS

Allessia -- Patron Saint of Humanity, first empress of Cyrodiil, who freed humanity from the Ayleids. invoked for freeing from harm and strife. can also be considered patron of minotaurs, due to giving birth to one and starting their race.

Balyna -- Patron Saint of Mara. her dedication inspired many more to worship the Nine like she did. invoked for healing, restoration spells, and more.

Coellicia -- was a martyr of the Alessian Rebellion, who died from torture. invoked for survival, and enduring hard times.

Errandil -- living Saint of Arkay. not much is known of him other than his part in outlawing necromancy. unsure what they'd be invokved for.

Jahn -- nothing about them canonically. unsure what they'd be invoked for.

Kaladas the Architect -- saint of Zenithar. built the Great Chapel of Zenithar in Leyawiin. invoked for construction, and following great religious paths.

Olava the Fair -- living Saint of Mara. not much is known of her other than her tireless, but daunting, work to heal and protect. invoked for healing and protection.

Osla -- saint of Sancre Tor. a healer, was present at the battle of Sancre Tor. invoked for healing.

Pelinal -- the Divine Crusader. one of two champions of Alessia. has a lot of interesting history too long to put here, so I'd check out his UESP page. invoked for battle, retribution, and justice.

Plenty -- nothing about them canonically. unsure what they'd be invoked for.

Topal the Pilot -- Patron Saint of Leyawiin. an explorer and a poet, charted the sea lanes of Tamriel. invoked for long voyages, travel, and exploration.

[bestiarium]

The Ovinnik [Slavic mythology; Russian myths]

Slavic and Russian folklore has several domestic spirits, such as the Domovoi and the Bannik. They could be either kind or malicious, but the most dangerous of them was the Ovinnik.

This creature resided in threshing barns, which is where the straw is separated from the edible grain. These buildings were highly flammable and therefore associated with danger and death, which is possibly where the idea came from that a dangerous spirit lives there (or perhaps, and this is just conjecture, the Ovinnik was made up by parents to dissuade children from playing there). In northern Russia, the threshing barn was located a good distance away from the rest of the farmstead, to prevent it from lighting the other buildings on fire should the barn’s furnace accidentally ignite the straw (note: the furnace was used to dry the grain).

Usually, an Ovinnik took the form of a particularly large black cat. Its eyes were red and glowed like burning coals. Other times, these spirits appeared as large wolves. In other sources, the Ovinnik is often portrayed as a human-like creature sitting close to a furnace.

It was the Ovinnik spirit who oversaw the use of the furnace: he forbade the people from lighting it on certain holidays, as well as days with a particularly strong wind. If the people ignored his warnings, he would burn the entire thing to the ground. One story, for example, is about a woman who beat flax on a sacred day and was burned to death as a punishment. In another tale, a farmer outsmarted the spirit and cast it into a burning fire, giving the Ovinnik a taste of its own medicine. But the creature survived and returned years later. Out of vengeance, it killed the farmer’s son.

Aside from burning farmstead to ashes, the Ovinnik had the ability to see into the future and could be consulted at the start of a new year. The spirit received offerings from the people, such as roosters that were decapitated and their blood sprinkled over the corners of the barn.

Although these beings were undoubtedly dangerous, they weren’t always evil. In one story, the spirit found a child who was being chased by the undead ghost of an old woman. The Ovinnik fought the ghost to protect the kid, and the two spirits clashed until the sun rose. In other versions, the spirit is sometimes called Rigačnik and this version offers protection from evil wizards. While this is a different version of the same being, its appearance differs a bit: a Rigačnik appears as a man with short, curly hair dressed in stained, torn clothing. He actively helps the owners of the farmstead.

Eventually, Christianity influenced the local folklore and mythology and the tale of the Ovinnik was among them. The Christians tried to change the public opinion of the Ovinnik by making it into a bogeyman that could only be seen during the morning service on Easter Sunday. However, people kept making offerings to the Ovinnik as a spirit of the furnace. Eventually, the Ovinnik was changed to a kind of Christian protective spirit, and that is why he forbids people from using the furnace on (Christian) sacred holidays, such as Saint Thekla Zarevnica’s holiday, which is the 23rd of September. Eventually, the Domovoy (which is possibly the most popular and well known Slavic household spirit) adopted the traits and functions of the Ovinnik and other similar spirits.  

Sources: Ivanits, L. J., 1989, Russian Folk Belief, M. E. Sharpe, 249 pp. Haase, F., 1939, Volksglaube und Brauchtum der Ostslaven, Georg Olms Verslag, 428 pp. Лисина, Е. A., 2020, ТРАДИЦИОННЫЕ РИТУАЛЫ В СОВРЕМЕННОЙ РОССИЙСКОЙ МЕНТАЛЬНОСТИ, ЕВРАЗИЙСКИЙ ЮРИДИЧЕСКИЙ ЖУРНАЛ, 2(141), p.491-492. (image source: Ivan Bilibin)

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all heinousworld scug designs so far B]

so the basic idea i have for this au so far is saint learns about transmutation type stuff (basically like altering stuff by adding and removing other stuff). he starts trying it out on creatures and stuff like lizard+batfly or something dumb like that. then he realizes instead of physical stuff, what if he tried karma symbols! so like, lizard+karma 2 symbol or sumthin! then he goes all crazy edge lord mode and mutates a whole lot of creatures. ive been calling this process karma-voodoo cause its sounds cool. anyway, eventually he lures in his friends and mutates a few of them into monsters (like spear master and riv in the image above). im also planning on drawing night cat, and survivor transmutated. the rest are un-mutated guys like monk,hunter, arti (kinda), and gourmand! spear master is baced off the fourth karma symbol, and riv is the first one! i also made riv baced off monster kelp, but now hes just an Olm lol.

tldr: au where saint learns a thing called karma voodoo and makes everything terrible

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top 5 gulag moments

This is so fucking hard, dude. I'm gonna say this one is in no particular order just because of the nature of it. Also doing 10 because the Gulag is too funny for just 5.

1.) When Rewind was off his gourd on pain meds and desperately tried to warn King about his peppers when y'all were playing Stardew Valley.

2.) That one time Snow ordered really really hot wings on accident and I instructed him to up the sensitivity on his mic so we could hear him suffer through every single bite and it was, without a doubt, the most horrible 15 minutes of our lives. I would make him do it again.

3.) This bit from when we were binging the entirety of the George Lopez show.

4.) When we rocked some random poll on babycenter for DAYS ON END so some poor kid out there would be named fucking Nedward. Genuinely possible that we led to a real human being being named Nedward.

5.) Tony's peggle stream. Literally had me, him, King, and Remy sitting there for 2+ hours, entirely invested in every single part of what was happening in that game. The 3 of us were sitting on the sidelines while he was playing like trusted military advisors, goading him into ploys such as 'just trust the zen ball, zen ball knows more than you 4head'. When we finally beat the last level, it was like we were on the streets when WW2 was declared over. Bedlam.

Also Tony made the stream look like fucking THIS by the end, which was a MESS.

6.) Both of these instances of Tau sleepy posting just days apart. I know it's technically 2 events but they're so intertwined in my head. Him perfectly and coherently saying 'DROWN' in the middle of the convo is literally legendary to me.

7.) Every single silly bit we've ever done in Red Dead Online, but especially the two times we've spent 25+ minutes sailing from Saint Denis to Thieves Landing so we could go over the falls in a big conga line of boats, AND all of the time we've spent at the fucked up bridges at Hennigan's Stead.

Shout out to Percy for clipping an instance of the latter together for us. Sad I don't have the footage of when Tony got slingshot into a rockwall and was forced to see a version of Kicking Horse (my character) that was just a generic white lady, but this is just as good.

8.) That one time I convinced Rewind to secretly send a fucking Intruder makeship plushie to Tony's house, so he could not only avoid really expensive norway shipping but also have a funny surprise for when he came to the states next. We uh... did not expect his mom to open the package and give Tony the funniest fucking heart attack in the world.

9.) Remy editing Shockwave's tits to be bigger and then trying to see if anyone would notice. Shout out to King for getting my ass when I wasn't even fucking AWAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

10.) This could go to so many fucking things but i'm gonna go ahead and put down when we were arguing about what color Prime Ratchet was and found out the Pope died smack in the middle of the debate.

Special shout outs go to armored freaks, olm posting because I was forced to see bad TF content, and every single one of the really fucking funny Apex clips we've gotten that I can't share cause they aren't up anywhere yet.

I love the Gulag.

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'Neath Moon and Star

Chapter 2: Study

Naris spent the next two days working for the Mages Guild. The trivial tasks they assigned him were boring but they kept him occupied while he considered what had transpired on the day he arrived in Morrowind. He'd been taken from the Imperial City, shipped across the continent, set free and sent to serve a member of the Blades... why?

Naris had asked Caius this, the few times he'd gone to rest in his house, but he'd never got an answer from the old addict. 

Instead of worrying on it every hour of the day, Naris tried to put the strange turn of events out of his head and focus on the present. The tedious tasks of the mages guild were beginning to annoy him, he was an accomplished mage, even if they didn't know it, so spending hours a day picking flowers was grating. One good thing to come from the monotonous tasks was coin, he'd made a respectable amount of money in the last two days. Managing to earn enough to afford a new set of armour, well part of a set. The new bonemold chestplate and greaves had proved helpful when Naris had taken to exploring the wilds around Balmora, and found himself attacked by what he discovered to be creatures named alit. The new sabre he'd purchased had cut right through the creature's thick neck and made it easy to cut the skin from its body to sell to the armourer in Balmora. 

Now Naris was in Caius' house, the old skooma addict had gone to do some task and left Naris alone. The young dunmer was sitting alone and bored in the only room in the house, looking around the small dwelling and trying to spot anything interesting. Hmm- there was a book he hadn't seen before. Naris stood and bent down to pick up the small book placed underneath Caius' bed, The Great Houses of Morrowind- A Compendium V by Niskan Hlas . Huh... this would probably be an important read if he was living here now.

Naris went back over to the table and opened the book. 'The following is a brief look at the history and structure of the Great Houses of Morrowind. For more detailed information please see, The Great Houses books I-V. '

Naris read over a short summary of the history of Morrowind, things he already knew and then turned the page to see the actual information he was trying to discover.

'House Indoril was the most powerful of the Great Houses for a long time, until the coming of Tiber Septim when House Hlaalu took control of the Great Council and many regions of Morrowind that once belonged to House Indoril. House Indoril also claims the title of the most pious dunmeri house, with family ties to the Lady Almalexia herself. House Indoril is led by a Seneschal who rules from the city of Mournhold.'

Naris hummed, one of the gods of Morrowind was a member of a Great House? No wonder the Indoril's had so much power before the Empire came.

' House Indoril's motto is Justice knows no sleep: Indoril shall order, the Temple shall judge. The shorter words, Piety is Our Strength can often be found engraved on Indoril artefacts.'

Well, they sure did live up to the title of 'most pious', if their house mottos referenced the Temple.

'The Indoril sigil is two crossed wings, gold on white. Their patron saint is Saint Olm the Just... House Indoril is led by a Seneschal who rules from the city of Mournhold and their lands encompass the east central regions of Morrowind. Currently the Seneschal of House Indoril is Galsu Indoril.'

Naris hadn't seen any symbol like that. House Indoril must not have any lands on Vvardenfell, or if they did, they must be on the other side of the island.

'House Redoran. House Redoran was founded on the 3rd of Last Seed in ancient times. The house has a long history of military might and has served as the main fighting force in Morrowind since the First Era. House Redoran's lands encompass the western peninsula of Morrowind and portions of western Vvardenfell.'

House Redoran, them he'd heard of, and seen signs of around Vvardenfell. One of the mer in the Mages Guild was a member of House Redoran and was very vocal and proud about that fact. 

‘House Redoran's motto is A Redoran is a warrior whose duty is first to the Tribunal, second to House Redoran, and third to family and clan. Their words are Duty, Piety, Family.'

Hmm, House Redoran must be quite entwined with the Temple too, if they put so much emphasis on the Tribunal in their words as well.

'The Redoran sigil is a white scarab on a red field. Their patron saint is Saint Nerevar the Captain... House Redoran is led by an Archmaster who rules from the city of Blacklight. Currently the Archmaster of House Redoran is Bolvyn Venim.'

A white scarab on a red field? Those flags he had seen around, not much since they didn't control Balmora, but he had seen them flying over camps in the wilds around the town. Saint Nerevar he had heard of as well, multiple of the dunmer he had spoken to had sworn something by Saint Nerevar. Naris nodded his head and looked to the next page.

'House Hlaalu.'

Oh... this one he certainly knew. They were the governing house of Balmora after all and he'd met multiple members of their house.

'House Hlaalu was historically rather insignificant in the set ways of Tribunal-ruled, pre-Imperial Morrowind. House Hlaalu was alone among the Dunmer Great Houses in proposing accommodation to the massing Imperial legions rather than resistance. After the Armistice was signed, the ruling Lord High Councilor of Morrowind was assassinated, and replaced by a Hlaalu noble. Furthermore, the role of the figurehead Sovereign of Morrowind was also filled by a Hlaalu; currently King Hlaalu Helseth.'

Hmm, he'd heard of the King of Morrowind, a member of the House Council of Balmora had bragged about being related to the monarch when Naris had offhandedly mentioned not knowing much about Morrowind royalty.

'House Hlaalu follows the words, To trade fairly and freely is to honour the Three. Their sigil of golden scales on a pale cream field symbolises their commitment to fairness. Saint Veloth the Pilgrim is the patron of House Hlaalu. They are currently led by the Duke of Vvardenfell, Grandmaster Vedam Dren.'

The golden scales of House Hlaalu were a very common sight in Balmora. Adorning the manors, the pubs and the Silt Strider platform. And please, everyone talked about how corrupt and full of bribery House Hlaalu was. Scoffing, Naris turned the page.

'House Dres. House Dres was formally established after a successful slave-raid on Thorn by Grandmaster Thalthil Dres before the middle of the First Era. House Dres lost most of their support from their traditional allies when the members of House Indoril began to commit suicide after the Armistice was signed. Further complicating matters was the loss of both Ebonheart and Kragenmoor to House Hlaalu rule during the Third Era...'

Hmm, Naris knew that House Dres was associated with slavery but he didn't know that they'd literally been founded on it. That was an... interesting piece of information.

'House Dres uses the words, Spread Truth Through Darkness almost as often as they use their official motto, To spread culture and truth to the benighted: this is our commitment and burden.'

By the nine, really? Those words had to be a reference to spreading 'culture' to their slaves, how vile.

'House Dres took the silver manacles and chains of their slaves as their sigil, silver on a dark teal field. Saint Llothis the Pious is their patron saint.'

Oh that was even worse, House Dres was so far Naris' least favourite.

'House Dres' lands are located in the south of Morrowind, and their region of control has shrunk considerably since the Tiber Wars. House Dres is led by a Satchel-ithil, currently Satchem-ithil Giron Dres sits on the Great Council.'

Their lands being in the south made complete sense, closer to Black Marsh, as did their loss of territory, the Empire did not like slavery or those that practised it so ardently. Four down, one to go.

'House Telvanni. House Telvanni was founded in ancient times, predating the War of the First Council. House Telvanni remained neutral during the Tiber Wars, rejecting the Redoran approach of holding the invaders at the borders, the Indoril and Dres approach of fighting a guerilla war within Morrowind itself, and the Hlaalu approach of accommodation. When Vivec revealed his intent to willingly join the Empire with the Treaty of the Armistice, House Telvanni was the third Great House to accept the terms, following House Hlaalu and House Redoran.'

Naris had heard about the enigmatic and isolationist wizards of House Telvanni. They had lands on the eastern coast of the isle but Naris had seen some traders from their lands passing through.

'House Telvanni is the least pious of the Great Houses and their patron saint, Saint Vorys the Immolent, is very rarely acknowledged by the house's members. Their words, The forceful expression of will gives true honour to the Ancestors, may reference the religious worship of the dunmeri ancestors but don't be fooled into believing the wizard lords of House Telvanni actually care.'

Hmm, least pious? That made sense, from the little Naris knew about House Telvanni many of them would be old enough that they were contemporaries with the ancestors and their saint, mayhaps even the Three themselves. Naris looked for the last piece of information he'd need, 'House Telvanni's sigil is one of their well known mushroom towers from above, bronze on blue,' and closed the book.

That was a lot of information to absorb, maybe he should sleep on it.

---

Naris was standing outside the Mages Guild door, hopefully today wouldn't be so boring, maybe he could finally put his talent in spellcraft to the test. 

"Naris!" Ranis called the moment he entered the guild, "good, I have a task for you Apprentice."

"What do you need, Ranis?" Naris asked, stepping slightly closer to the other dunmer.

"I have a message for the Guild Steward of Ald'ruhn, if you could please take it to her?"

"Of course," Naris took the note from Ranis with a smile, "I believe that Masalinie can teleport me there?" Ranis nodded.

Naris walked down the stairs and into the lower chamber of the guild and walked over to the Guild Guide, nodding to Ajira as she passed. "Passage to Ald'ruhn please Masalinie," Naris said, handing over 8 gold for the trip.

"Safe journey Naris," Masalinie said as Naris stepped onto the platform and the world faded.

---

Ald'ruhn was mucky and ash covered. Those were Naris' first thoughts as he entered the Redoran city. The second was that it was beautiful. The sleek, compact houses were more Naris' style. After spending years on the streets of Cheydinhal and then the Imperial City he was used to uncomplicated and simple designs, the houses of Ald'ruhn were just that, and covered in a layer of ash but he was in the shadow of Red Mountain, everything was covered in ash. 

After handing off the note to Edwinna Elbert in the Mages Guild, Naris had decided to explore the new town, and maybe he was contemplating joining House Redoran. After spending the night thinking over the information in the book he'd read, Narsis had decided that House Redoran was the house that he liked the most, and it wouldn't be a bad cover story to actually join one of the dunmeri houses... oh what would the harm be? It wasn't like he would be an important person, just another member of one of the Great Houses of Morrowind.

Naris climbed the steps to the higher part of Ald'ruhn. The beautiful, huge emperor crab shell was even more glorious in person than it had been described as in the books he'd read. The inside was nice too, simple but nice. Naris paused beside one of the mer moving about Under-Skar, "which one is the main council hall?"

The other mer looked up at him, "the one right across from us, you can't miss it," he said brightly.

Naris said a thank you and then walked forward and up the bridge into the council hall. Just like the rest of Ald'ruhn it was simply designed and sparsely decorated. A few guards milled about but the person that Naris was looking for was obvious, a redguard woman who was standing by a desk. 

"Hello," Naris said as he walked up, "I'm Naris Indarys, I uh... wanted  to know if I could join House Redoran."

"I am Neminda, Drillmaster and Recruiter. If you wish to join House Redoran, you have come to the right place," the redguard woman smiled.

"Good, I was just wondering if there were any rules?" Naris asked.

"Of course, the rules of House Redoran are as follows: Do not steal from your kin, strike your kin unprovoked, or murder your kin. Do not break your word. Honour your superiors, and do your duty to your House. Respect the teachings of the Tribunal. Defend your House, your People, and your Honor. If you fail in these things, you will be cast out," Neminda said the words with conviction, reciting them like a poem.

Naris paused. This was the final step, his last chance to change his mind.

"I would love to join House Redoran."

art of ald'ruhn by Alexey Rudikov

NMaS masterlist / post masterlist

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The real reason the Nerevar/Seht talk is with current Sil and basic-ass Aldmeri past Nerevar: they already had models for both. The way it's framed, we're not supposed to see Nerevar's face in detail, just the armor in a filter, but of course we did look and honestly outside of the coloring you could probably make him yourself with the available sliders. Sotha Nall got a slightly more custom model, but still-- the hologram filters are doing a lot of heavy lifting, much the same as it does for Ayem who could also probably be made with the basic sliders.

My headcanon reason for this which spurred me to write nearly 5000 words of fanfic because I couldn't stop thinking about it is that Seht's completely divorced himself from the past, Chimeri version of himself. He wants an idealized world and so he's not immune to idealizing his memories in his personal safe haven, so you get Nerevar--perfected and whole and trusting--and the most perfect version of Seht in the moment. I also like thinking that he updates it whenever he gives himself new modifications.

One of the biggest things I love about Elder Scrolls is that it does highlight the natural misinformation that comes from a long history. In ESO, the Tribunal is at the height of their power, the Houses are flourishing, and tradition is something that's very present in the moment. So while Nerevar was an Indoril, he's also viewed as a warrior--something much more in line with House Redoran's values. Plus, the Tribunal does not want the Nerevarine prophesy to be known to the masses; better for Nerevar to have been a great warrior, general, and leader than to have been the Chosen of the god who's a direct enemy of their divinity, attached to the house that's all about religion. Nerevar is inescapable as an entity, because he's the reason Morrowind/Resdayn exists at all, but history can definitely be nudged to make him an accessory to the Tribunal's ascension rather than a voice against it. (It's also worth mentioning that House Redoran is the one closest to Vivec's values, based on his dialogue in Morrowind, so it's not at all a stretch to assume that he may have had a significant hand in adjusting which saint is associated with which house as Morrowind came into its own. So Nerevar--who must be remembered but in a very specific way--is attached to his house, while the pious House Indoril get St. Olms, who originated the "repent or die" fanaticism that Ordinators are known for. Much safer that way when you're making a religion.) 4. I personally love all the imagery of Nerevar in ESO (barring the one in the Elegiac Replication for the reasons mentioned in point 1), because he's been so perfected and so smoothed of all detail and individuality in his bust and in the Ordinator helmets that he's just a symbol rather than a person. There is no true Indoril Nerevar Mora left--just St. Nerevar, the perfect, silent, and long-dead liberator of Resdayn.

Hey, TESblr? Am I losing my mind, or is there no canonical reference to the Indoril helmet being specifically based on Nerevar's appearance? According to UESP, it comes from a metatextual Kirkbride post

Please tell me I'm wrong

I bring this up because St. Olms is the earliest guy in the lore with fully canonical Ordinator-mohawk-face appearance, on his shrines and banners, and he lived around the same time as Nerevar

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but does he care about us, mortals?

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i love patch notes

[ansu-gurleht]

if you dont mind. could you explain sainthood to me? is jiub a real saint? is just a title or like almost godhood?

okay so this is actually a little more complicated than i first assumed. what i was going to tell you is that it was basically just a title, and yes, jiub was canonized by the new temple following the fall of the tribunal.

but it's a bit more complicated than that. like the altmer, the dunmer heavily venerate their ancestors, to the point that some are considered gods. almost all if not all of the aedra (as well as other gods like syrabane and phynaster) are considered to be the actual ancestors of the altmeri people, going back to the time of aldmeris and even the dawn era. on the flip side, the good daedra boethiah, mephala, and azura are considered the ancestors of the chimer/dunmer, largely dating back to the merethic era. but the saints, such as olms, felms, veloth, nerevar, seryn, etc etc are also considered ancestors of the dunmeri people under the temple, both old and new.

so if the altmeri "ancestors" are gods, and the dunmer emulate the altmer if in a different direction, and the dunmeri "saints" are ancestors, i think it stands to reason that the dunmeri saints are at least god-like. i think it's actually fairly safe to equate their divine status as similar to the real-life catholic saints, really. they're not quite divine beings, but they're damn close.

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THIS JUST IN: The Newtopian Group of Armys invades to destroy the entire city of Los Angeles, leaving the last SJMS student facing for a Public Death Sentence upon Arrival [#RadyoBanderaEXCLUSIVE]

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA -- The war of Newtopia in Amphibia Island Region (A.I.R.) had been fully declared Friday night (Newtopia local time) as we obtained a new information of Radyo Bandera & Disney XD News, from a tip of Mother Olm and a Public Information Office below the Hopediah Plantar's basement house in Wartwood City. Newtopia's war will now be implemented and to be gearing up all the Wartwood community to a start a brutal fight.

Saint James Middle School (SJMS) students named Sasha Waybright and our Mass Communication Intern of Disney XD News (Anne Savisa Boonchuy) tries to save Marcy Wu and a Calamity Box on time to head home safely for all at a portal home of Los Angeles, California, United States of America (U.S.A.).

Murder suspect captain of Newtopia (Andrias Leviathan) recklessly killing most of the Wartwood communities below the fighting grounds and later retreated. While Boonchuy and Waybright tries to obtain a Calamity Box but, it turns out that... It's a digital decoy. Darcy Wu comes forward by strangling 2 SJMS students as per controlled via The Core, it will be too late for now in the upcoming public death sentence once later arrived in Los Angeles City via planet Earth for a total killer punishment to dissect in public.

Authorities in California and in Negros Oriental are on high alert for the said situation and plans for the upcoming attack with the help of Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD), Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) and the Negros Oriental Police Provincial Office (NOPPO). The Newtopian group of armies will destroy the entire planet within this weekend on Saturday morning (April 30th, 2022 -- Los Angeles local time). Alien experts and scientists & the Special Weapons and Tactics (SWAT) team are in full force for capturing a Newtopian murder suspect at large -- in order to protect the planet and the entire Californian state. Everyone is urged to evacuate the city as they sadly declared for a city-wide State of Emergency (SoE).

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[rhocera]

I'll Never Forget You.

An alternative take to the "Memory Wipe In Progress" scene from the most recent episode, "The Core and The King."

It’s finally over.

Anne looked around the ruins of the once great, but now destroyed Newtopian castle. Members of the resistance scattered throughout the battlefield, panting with exhaustion atop endless piles of robots. Even Andrias, behemoth of a monster he was, lying face-down just a few feet in front of her, defeated.

To her right was Sasha, hair bright pink and by her side, like she swore she always would be. She was leaning on her dual swords, digging them into the ground to stay upright in an attempt to conceal her exhaustion. Despite the battle being over, her job as a leader was not. She had to remain standing strong, a symbol to those who remain conscious, and a tribute to those that would never be.

Anne locked eyes with Sasha as the two nodded and made their way towards the shattered throne that lay ahead, or rather, the dark armored figure that lay upon it. It had taken a lot of struggling, and an even greater amount of willpower but together with the olms and Valeriana, her knowledge as the final guardian was quite useful, they had found a way to separate Marcy from the Core. Of course, Marcy herself fighting against the Core in the final moments was pivotal to the plan.

Standing before her now, Anne heard Sasha sharply inhale between her teeth. Nobody had worked harder than her to get to where they were now, not even Anne. The black haired figure on the throne in sharp contrast to the bright green that had erupted from her during the fight not even an hour prior. The two girls leaned down, brushing the hair out of Marcy’s face and picking up the shattered pieces of that hideous helmet that once masked her, intending to dispose of them when all was said and done.

Suddenly, breaking through what must have been months of exhaustion, she woke up. Brown eyes changing color as they slowly opened and a small gasp escaping her as she lifted an arm to the two girls standing over her.

No words were needed as the two collapsed and embraced Marcy, letting go of their powers and finally letting the reality of the moment hit them. They had finally done it. After what had seemed like lifetimes but was probably only a year, they had finally been reunited once and for all.

At least, that’s how the story was meant to end. Neither Anne nor Sasha could’ve predicted the small voice that escaped Marcy’s mouth at that moment.

“Who?”

A single word was all it took to remind Anne and Sasha that the world wasn’t fair, and that not all stories have a fairytale ending.

“C’mon Marbles, now isn’t the time to be playing jokes,” Sasha croaked out, dropping her swords for the first time that day. Anne flinched as they clattered across the stone floor, a resounding clang for every step they fell. For a second, she realized that she understood how those swords felt, dropping from their highest point to their lowest in the blink of an eye.

“Did you forget? Did you forget who we are? Me, Sasha, the Plantars, all of Earth?” Anne yelled out desperately, grabbing Marcy’s figure and pulling her into an upright position against the wall.

“Of course not. I still remember everything, Saint James, the temples, even the Battle of the Bands back in Wartwood. But there’s just one thing,” Marcy responded, in a voice much too devoid of her usual excitement and wonder, causing Sasha to take a step back and stifle a gasp by slapping her hand against her mouth as Anne just held on even tighter.

“While I understand that I should care about these things. I fail to understand why - no - how to go about doing that. Perhaps you can explain, Anne,” and after hearing those words, Anne Boonchuy, the second in command to the rebellion that successfully saved Amphibia, broke down in tears.

“You promised Mar-Mar, you promised me that I wouldn’t lose you,” she screamed out, furiously wiping tears as they fell from her face, barely registering Sasha placing a hand on her shoulder alongside her much quieter sobbing. But even through her tears, she couldn’t miss the way that confusion fell across Marcy’s face at her words. “But you didn’t lose me, Anne. I’m right here aren’t I? You and Sasha saved me from the Core. I’ll never forget you, I’ll never forget either of you.”

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Third part of s3 No Patience AU!

The two humans discuss saving Anne and Sasha apologizes for being so stupid about Amphibia, because human or not, they’re still people and still matter, and the two vow to get Anne and Maddie out of there and stop King Andrias. Yunan and Marcy’s discussion is after; Marcy is actually the one to bring it up and apologizes properly for lying to Yunan, explaining her reasoning but going on to say that if still wasn’t the right course of action, and that she’ll try to do better. Yunan accepts this apology for the moment, but refrains from forgiving Marcy completely. They arrive and the plan, derived straight from War of the Warlocks, goes about as well as canon. They fight a mind-controlled Anne guarding the throne room and set her free before continuing in trying to find the music box, but are tricked by Magi, finally revealing themselves. Knowing about the plan thanks to Marcy gushing to Maddie about the movie (and possibly showing her), they lock the group up and use robots to keep the rest of the army busy while Andrias comes in and locks them all up in the contraption from canon. He explains that they need the energy inside Marcy to open a portal large enough for the castle to go through, and that this was all bait to get her right where they wanted her. Using the box, they draw Marcy’s power out to be used with the power in the stones themselves and use it to open a giant portal in the sky, the action knocking Marcy out as they go through. The invasion kicks off in much the same manner, the group having to use Frobo to break free of their constraints and waking Marcy up after they land safely. They regroup with Mr. X alongside Dr. Jan all decked out in high-tech gear and ready to kick butt, getting themselves in order at Saint James Middle School. Their plan is for Sasha, Yunan, Grime and Olivia to attack and weaken Andrias while Marcy and Sprig go to confront Magi - they hope that by targeting the brains behind the operation, Andrias will be easier to take down and that their failings will lead to openings to take down both figureheads. Yunan insists, however, that she join Marcy in fighting Magi, disgusted at The Core for how it’s puppeteering Maddie. With Sasha and her crew alongside Polly going for Andrias, Marcy, Yunan and Sprig find and confront Magi once again in the throne room. Marcy accesses her powers, but Magi proves more than capable of going toe to toe with her, until the three are all beaten down and Marcy uses sheer force of will to get back up. This draws the remaining energy out of the stones and back into Marcy, powering her back up to her god-like state with her putting a hand to Magi’s helmet and instantly shutting it down. Sasha and Grime tag team it to deal as much damage to Andrias as possible, but Olivia deals the final blow with a laser gun Mr. X gave her to use, right through the heart, instantly killing him. Yunan and Marcy would have a teary reunion with Maddie, the frog bringing Yunan to fully forgive Marcy, just wanting to be friends again after everything, which the other girls are all for. Maddie also apologizes for lying to Yunan, but she assures them that Andrias was the one to truly betray her, by way of her scar. After putting a stop to the invasion, they’d head back, stopping the Rebellion by announcing their victory, Marcy celebrating with both of her friend groups. However, the final protocol would be enacted thanks to The Core being offline for a set amount of time, and they would be forced to confront the moon. Mother Olm would appear and tell them that this is what the prophecy referred to, but that it’s their choice, Anne and Sasha agreeing if only to keep the world Marcy cares about safe. Valeriana would use the box as a conduit to channel the power out of Marcy to give each girl their intended power, the three assuming their calamity forms. They’d fight the moon, Andrias’ robots helping a lot with pushing it back at Olivia’s command, but it would land a blow that sends them careening back down to Amphibia’s surface, battered and losing power.