#serenity cataclysm

[voca-song-a-day]

Today's featured song is: "Heisei Cataclysm" by Zips feat. IA! (cw: violence, and video contains flashing imagery)

(Also, today is the 12th anniversary of IA's release!)

[computer-cryptid]

TRUST CEREMONY - Jhariah

my coloring on this one fucks unbelievably hard guys… im so proud of it.. anyway here’s cataclysm and serenity having a heart to heart in good clockwork fashion

[shield-and-saber]

char-ryl-roy & enya keen remind me of sol & jecki, send tweet

[simpforrooster]

did you tell him not yet.

rafe cameron x f!reader

summary: reader is secretly dating rafe, but he rouses some suspicion on surf day.

a/n: my first time writing for outer banks. i hope all my top gun fans love it. i’m back in my outer banks era and need to fill my rafe bucket. i def think i could fix him.

t/w: cursing, mentions of violence, allusions to smut, rafe and the pouges being rafe and the pouges.

"suuuurf day!" jj and john b run through the house, banging on all the doors. sarah and kei follow behind their boyfriends, chuckling at their behavior. pope and cleo exit their room, rubbing the sleep from their eyes.

"breakfast first!" you call from the kitchen, standing over the pan of eggs fresh from pougelandia's chickens. the pouges crowd around you, grabbing plates and stacking food on them.

jj kisses your cheek. "we'd never eat if it wasn't for you." rolling your eyes, you join your friends at the makeshift dining table.

"so after we eat, we head out to the beach and make a day of it," john b tells the group, sounding like a kid at christmas. once the plan is made and breakfast cleaned up, everyone piles in the twinkie.

your phone pings with a message. checking over your shoulder, you open it.

I miss you, babygirl.

your cheeks heat up at the thought of your boyfriend--well secret boyfriend.

rafe cameron.

sarah's psychotic, drug-addicted, low key killer of a brother. you couldn't explain it, and you never make excuses for his behavior, but you're in love with him. it's so cliche to say, but he's different around you.

the two of you got close after el dorado. it wasn't just one cataclysmic event. the two of you started running into each other around the island. no matter where you were, rafe seemed to be there. the more the two of you talked, the closer you grew. one thing led to another and he was kissing you in the alleyway of the general store.

of course, you couldn’t tell the pouges. they wouldn’t understand. not that you’d blame them. hell, you hardly understood it yourself.

rafe’s put your friends through it, to put it mildly.

shooting rafe a quick reply, you help the pouges set up on the beach.

~

after an uneventful morning of surfing and relaxing, the sound of a truck pulls you from the serenity.

"oh god, no. don't stop here," jj murmurs into kie's shoulder. the two of them were wrapped around one another, as if they couldn't stand to not be touching.

kooks.

the truck behind topper is the one that gains your attention.

rafe.

"Sarah, what's your damn brother and his friends doing here?" pope asks.

"fuck if I know, pope!" she shoots back.

naturally, the kooks park their vehicles a little ways down from y'all. topper and ruthie fall out their vehicle first, topper giving a sarcastic wave.

rafe climbs from his truck looking devastaing in his ray bans and striped shirt. he glances your way, and though you can't see his eyes beneath his sunglasses, he raises his brow slightly, acknowledging you.

goosebumps flood your body and all you want to do is run to him.

"I'll go say something," jj says, untangling himself from kie. she tries to talk him out of it, pulling him back down to her.

"listen to kie, jj. I'll go," you tell them, loving the excuse to go talk to your boyfriend.

as you cross the sand toward the kooks, rafe fixes you with a terrifying grin. one that confirms to everyone else, he has nothing but disdain for you, but you know better.

rafe moves toward you, meeting you between where everyone is set up.

“what’s up, pouge?” he nods.

“kook.”

rafe pulls his shades down his down his nose, giving you a free show of his eyes you love so much.

“look, just keep your friends on that side of the beach and we’ll stay on ours,” you reason, feeling your friends a few steps behind you.

“you know,” rafe starts, completely ignoring your suggestion, “you’re pretty sexy for a pouge. why don’t you and i get out of here.”

he makes a show of dragging his eyes up and down your body. a light brow flicks up in approval. as much as you love a good bikini, you’ve been dying to test drive your new black one piece.

“what the fuck, rafe?! don’t talk to her like that!” sarah says, coming up beside you.

“baby sis, hey,” he gives her one of his signature dead inside looks. “i’ll talk to her however i want. she doesn’t seem to mind, hmm?” he winks at you over his raybans.

“bite me, rafe.” you cross your arms over your chest.

“gladly,” he grins.

“tell your buddies to leave us alone, dick,” sarah tells rafe, grabbing your hand to pull you back to your friends.

rafe wiggles his fingers at you in a condescending wave. “let me know when you’re tired of jacking around with those lowlifes.”

~

for the most part, the kooks left everyone alone, keeping to themselves. of course, there was a scuffle or two when it came to the waves.

as the sun falls below the horizon, john b and pope built a small bonfire. jj passes beers and a joint around the group.

“ugh, what is rafe doing?” sarah says, passing the joint to you.

“you know, that’s not good for you,” rafe tells you as you place the blunt between your lips.

“fuck off, rafe,” you say, blowing the smoke out.

“yeah, i’d rather fuck you.” the confession catches you off guard, causing you to choke on some smoke.

john b stands to his feet, shoving rafe back in one swift motion. jj and pope scramble to their feet, ready to back up john b. rafe fixes them with a menacing stare.

“don’t put your hands on me again, pouge.”

“don’t talk to her like that again, asshole.”

“or what?” rafe challenges. his fists clench at his side. you know he hates that the pouges are willing to fight him over you. he’s the one who should be protecting your honor.

john b and rafe stare at one another, daring each other to make the first move. an impending fight and the crisp beach air has you shivering in the sand.

rafe immediately takes notice, having become hyper aware of everything there is to know about you. he reaches behind his neck, pulling the sweater from his body. dropping it in your lap, he turns without another word heading back to the kooks. you pray the flush on your cheeks isn’t noticeable in the firelight.

kie and sarah exchange a look, before turning that look toward you. the sweater in your lap smells just like the cologne rafe knows you love.

“well, i’m not gonna waste a perfectly good brooks brothers,” you shrug, letting the fabric warm you.

~

“that was so weird with rafe, wasn’t it?” sarah says when everyone is piled back in the twinkie. john b points the bus toward pougelandia.

“you mean when he showed that sheer amount of human decency?” you reply, praying your voice doesn’t betray you.

“or the way he was so blatantly hitting on you,” sarah says.

“or how you just let him,” kie points out.

“i don’t know what yall are talking about,” you say into the sweater sleeves, breathing in the smell of rafe.

“come on, y/n. tell us the truth. you fuckin’ rafe?” jj asks. john b slams on the breaks once he computes jj’s question. everyone is jostled around at the sudden stop.

“damnit, john b!” pope scolds.

john b turns and looks at you. “pouges don’t lie to each other.” you can see the hurt in john b’s eyes, just at the thought of you being with rafe.

“no, i’m not ‘fuckin’ rafe,” you tell them. it wasn’t a lie. the two of you hadn’t gotten that far in this secret relationship. john b held your gaze. seemingly okay with your answer, he hit the gas. the ride was silent the rest of the way home.

once everyone settled in their respective rooms with their respective partners, a sound came from your window.

followed by another.

then another.

investigating, you find rafe poised with another pebble, ready to throw.

throwing open the window, you scold him. “what the fuck, rafe?!”

rafe hoists himself through your window and into your room.

“you’re not supposed to be here. it’s too risky.”

rafe’s arms circle your waist. he pulls you to him, and positions his mouth at your ear. “no, what’s risky was parading around in that fucking bathing suit all afternoon knowing i couldn’t do anything about it.”

“oh you did plenty,” you said into his collarbone. he shivers under your touch, just as you do with his. “what was all that? jj asked if we were sleeping together.”

his lips move along your jaw in sweet, intoxicating kisses. “did you tell him not yet?”

your breath catches in your throat at the mention of ‘yet.’ “of course not,” you breathe.

his mouth twists into a smirk against your neck. he sucks the area where your neck meets your shoulder, leaving a mark. “your friends can’t handle the idea of their sweet little friend with someone like me?” the words travel across your body.

“it’s not that, rafe. do i need to list the ways you’ve wronged them in the past?”

rafe breathes out a chuckle. “i am well aware of my actions when it comes to those freaks.”

“those ‘freaks’ are my friends,” you caution.

he walks the two of you backwards, your knees hitting the bed. when he gently pushes you back, the box spring creaks beneath you.

“hmm, that’s no good,” rafe remarks at the noisy mattress. “you’ve got to let me replace this with something better.”

attacking your neck with kisses, you suddenly forget what the two of you were talking about. rafe engulfs you between himself and the bed. “you’re still wearing my sweater,” he notices.

“of course i am,” you murmur.

his hand travels up your leg fluttering against your lacey underwear, a moan escaping his mouth. “perfect,” he breathes.

“don’t flatter me, cameron,” you say, pulling his mouth against yours. he works his expert lips against yours. you squirm beneath him, feeling his erection against you.

he chuckles against your lips. “baby, you know i don’t do flattery.”

every move the two of you makes is met by the squeak of the mattress. an aggravated groan falls from his lips. “this isn’t happening tonight, is it?”

you shake your head against his chest, hiding a grin. “not on this mattress”

“i’m not opposed to the floor. or my bike. there’s the beach. or y’all’s rickety bait shop. what about jj’s boat?” rafe rattles off every idea.

“rafe, our first time cannot be at any of those places. i want it to be perfect,” you tell him, kissing his cheek. rafe’s head falls into your shoulder. “and jj’s boat is 100% out of the question.”

“okay, baby,” he concedes, pulling himself from you.

“where are you going?” you whine, gripping his shirt to bring him back to you.

“tannyhill?” it comes out as a question.

“stay with me,” you whisper. “just be gone before everyone wakes up.”

“anything for you.” rafe strips down to his boxers and climbs under the blankets next to you. “i never want to see this sweater off of you. you look so fucking sexy in it. seeing it on you at the beach almost did me in. i want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“i’m yours, rafe,” you murmur, cuddling your body into his.

the two of you drift to sleep wrapped in one another’s arms.

~

“i fucking knew it!” jj’s voice comes from your door.

[hellenhighwater]

Why all the stars on stuff? Both in your house and in the sculptures.

It's true that I will take the thinnest possible excuse to make anything celestial themed; I will own up to that without shame.

I don't know if I can put it into words. Astronomy was a big part of my childhood--my dad was president of a local astronomy club and we spent a lot of summer nights at a little observatory in the middle of nowhere, chasing lightning bugs and watching supernovas. I learned to make model rockets and how to navigate from the North Star, and that the constellation of freckles on my left arm was only three stars short of Orion. That feeling of warm wind over the fields, the serenity and wonder of staring skywards, will never quite leave me.

But also, as an agnostic person, there's something about the stars that I find so hopeful and isolating all at once. As far as we know, we are the only things in the universe that look at the stars and wonder what other worlds may wait. The cataclysmic power of infinite suns, and none of them wondering if they are alone. The endurance of billions of years of time and space and the eons of distance light has crossed to meet our eyes, looking upwards into darkness, telling stories that turn the nuclear fury of distant galaxies into nothing more than the memorial of a human hunter. Pinpricks of light that will outlive the entirety of our species, named only on our breath. They're a tether to every one of our ancestors, who looked up into the field of diamonds and marveled, and every one who will come after. A star is the ultimate proof that creation and destruction are inexorably intertwined, that utter failure and collapse is not an ending, that light continues on.

In the emptiness between them is the persistent promise of entropy. The reminder that life, for all its glories, is finite, and darkness is not. The warning to savor what hope crosses the deep oceans of universe to reach us, because even that will not last forever. Entropy, the great hunter, will lay stars and souls down in the same grave someday, and all things will end no matter how we fight it. There is a comfort in knowing that whatever awaits us past the final flicker of life spares nothing, not a single cell or a galaxy entire, all of us entering the great mystery together.

We, the stargazers, are the cosmic elite--we alone look out at the universe, which, for all its splendor and vastness, has no eyes to gaze back at us. We alone have the privilege of sapience, not only to exist in the whirl of fireflies in the endless night, but to know it, to get to revel in its beauty, for the momentary flicker of our existence. And still there is hope that we are not alone; that the universe is so incomprehensibly enormous that the statistical impossibility of existence has occurred more than once; that maybe someone else out in the beyond is assigning meaning to our sun.

[the-name-stealer]

hello!!! Intro time!!!

Hi!!! Call me anything.

I steal names!

If you want your names removed, reblog/send ask/ privately message me! I answer anons so it’s hard to sort through who is okay with it.

Give me your name. Or someone else’s. I’m not picky.

names I’ve stolen: (will tag if they have blogs+who gave it to me if it was someone else)

Noah 1

bugg 2

Oakley :3

Rebekah (from @biggesthuskersimp589)4

Willow (^^)5

Lewis (^^^)6

Olivia(^^^^)7

all of @river-nonbinary-billcipherfan nicknames! 8

Samah! ( @that-0ne-sam)9

Bill Cipher! ( @billcipher-rpblog)10

Maryland! ( @maryland-officially)11

Hawaii! ( @hawaii-official)12

Lep! ( @leprechaun-stealerofgold)13

Squeaky! ( @postalignments)14

James! ( @more-trans-beans) 15

Pyramid Steve! (From @billcipher-rpblog, taken from @i-amsteve)16

Khriz! (From @the-lunacy-system taken from @khrizantema9869)17

Kaitlyn! ( @literal-trans-beans)18

buck! (By @17ghostsinatrenchcoat)19

Alivia! (^^)20

Cataclysm, Nibiru, Roav, 7-3, Ælr, nobaru! ( @planet-of-cataclysm)26

Holden! ( @hadoom) 27

quinn, ruin, yuri, and nikolai! ( @throat0fdelusion)31

penny, Margret, Samantha, Emu, and Warren! ( @pennyroyald)36

silver & milky! ( @official-milky-way)38

anon (anon) 39

PSR J0437-4715 & 1rxs. ( @1rxs-offical) 41

Rian (taken permanently from @river-nonbinary-billcipherfan) 42

neon! ( @neoninglitchen) 43

Katelyn ( @katiewolf) 44

banana, mango, grape, orange, melon, and lemon ( @fruit-tree-system) 50

Monaco ( @officially-monaco)51

peachy ( @importantpeachfury) 52

Colorado ( @colorado-real)53

Oregon ( @oregon-officially)54

North Carolina ( @the-fr-north-carolina-totally)55

Michigan ( @michagan-the-state)56

Violet ( @violetthediamondsblog)57

Vitreous ( @vitreous-official)58

faye! ( @f4y3w00d5)59

Misa! ( @minimuppetmisa)60

nɒʜɈƎ/γnnɒɔƧ ( @₴₵₳₦₦Ɏ₴-฿₳₵₭) 62

Liechtenstein ( @offical-liechtenstein)63

Jalapeño ( @floatingcamel23)64

Logan (permanently taken from @pennyroyald) 65

Rachel Roth ( @half-a-goat)66

Dubois (anon) 67

unknown entity of darkness ( @unknown-entity-tm) 68

Rose/Róża, Minty, Kali, Noodle, & Thing. ( from @blog-of-some-dummies given by @pennyroyald) 73

In-n-out burger ( @in-n-out-burger-official) 74

Diafain (anon) 75

🐍💍 (anon) 76

Tori Simons (anon)77

Felhair de Ziaman ( @pennyroyald) 78

Britain ( @real-british-empire) 79

Carl Fredrick Wilhelm Johannes Maximillian Napoleon Zeus von Neumann the Amazing the Great the Protector of Domestic Tranquillity, ForMemRS. (Anon) 80

Zero ( @z3r0th3h3r0) 81

Tereza (permanently taken from anon) 82

marsh,syll,silk , mallow, mochi, pastel, lucid, Celes, Limetta, maria, Felix, theo, Axel, alex, aqua, nova, aster, caelus, Doku, Aurous, ann, lucas, luca, lucean, jack, phi, ray, peace, alba, chaos, tart, cake, Led, Charlie, Lamba, Xeno! (Anon) 118

Snow ( @sn0w-o) 119

Fiona, Talia, Mable, Boa, Egg, Clise, Pancake, Hypnos, Elysia, Seraphina, Agnes, Marceline, Claire, Noelle, butterscotch, frigg, soup, strawberry, marsia, beate, makoto, sock, bug, Florian, bea, Rosalina, marinella, Finka, nada, Yuri, sky, Olivia, fischl, cinnamon, amity, Ada, Lenora, Aida, Romy, Lys, Eliana, Cherie, océane, Esther, marcille, Astrid, Clara, Lacey, flowers, natsuki, sayori, Petra, Aphrodite, hatsune, crimson, viola, Jenny, juniper, Annie, marie,Tina, kanaya, Callie, Bonnie, Velma, Phoebe, Sabrina, Tori, Natalie, Kim, love, Corey, Courtney, misty, Yasmin, Laika, Tabitha, primrose, Beatrice, circe, johnette, temmie, gumi, himiko, Anne, nessa, Sonia, akane, Diane, Miku, merlin, adagia, miyu, aradia, Illya, azure, maya, Mira, marina, Andromeda, Alya, Stella, celestia, Celeste, nova, Lyra, hope, April, pearl, amber, violet, Kirra, clover, iris, calliope, blossom, Millie, tulip, Bibi, amy, Reyna, ambrosia, page, Leah, Charlie, Lilith, ellsee, maki, edeustus, ellie, Samantha, Amelia, Tiffany, Alyssa, Luna, caoimhe, Judith, Natalie, kumatora, aurelie, Kate, moon, nerisse, serenity, Lara, Sarina, Vanessa, Monica, cherry, Helena, Sophia, tiki, luzia, Laura, Juliette, aurora, corrin, annette, Hilda, madalena, Anna, ivy, Cynthia, byleth, caeda, Alexandrea, chell, Maria, mia, Katie, Veronica, Susie, comet, Jessica, eve, Eva, vivisection, heather, Donna, winona, guinivere, Roxanne, Lillian, Octavia, étolie, Marnie, Gaia, daisy, desura, amnesia, sunny, clementine, bocchi, Cara, Agatha, Evelyn, angèle, Louisa, Camila, roseline, louane, Averie, Melina, Lena, minthe, Emma, acorn, Cassandra, bread, willow, raven, kali, Sappho, harmony, mango, Hellan, Katelyn, aria, Elyse, Marnie, blanche, frasie, Freya, Charlotte, amandine,  Vivian, Sylvia, Sarah, Jane, Ashley, Mongolia, Alice, Sydney, pikachu, Michelle, Gowan, Madeline, Ellen, Marissa, Lana, Lilly, Ella, rose, may, Ramona, melody. ( @bitch-with-some-4000-names) 363

Tera , elfilin , carol, taranza ( @tmhj) 367)

ash ( @i-give-worms) 368

Jayne bishop ( @thegreatgeodo) 369

Josie & Scarlett ( @knight-real) 371

sir A. Goetia. ( @pennyroyald) 372

swiper ( @mronion) 373

grammarly ( @unofficially-grammarly) 374

Walmart ( @walmart-the-official)375

Whataburger ( @whataburger-possibly-official) 376

Vemödalen ( @no-such-thing-as-originality) 377

Sydney (Anon) 378

roselyn (anon) 379

Saioa (anon) 380

hygiea 10 ( @hygiea-official)381

Alex, Allen, Asher, Caelus, Calxe, Dalisay, Ennui, Fae, Joy, Kai, Li, Liit, Loe, Mia, Nemo, Nihil, Noël, Oakley, Pelex, Sasha, Somnus, Tama, Ramasses, Rin, Rowan, Willow, Zephyr, Zora ( @joyliit) 401

Alexandria (taken permanently from ^^)402

James/jamie and Martin/marty ( @throat0fdelusion) 404

Caesar & Charlie ( @caesars-crazed-ramblings) 406

Cosmo or Nyx! ( @spacecatdraws) 408

Africa ( @pennyroyald) 409

choccy milk, shortcake, cakepop, mossy ( @analog-autistic) 413

Michael (anon)414

Sally (anon) 415

blue (anon)416

William Shakespeare (<-never heard of the guy/j) ( @shakespeare-official-account) 417

Haejin Min ( @the-name-gifter) 418

fae ( @the-name-asker) 419

vee ( @urlocaldisaster) 420 (hehe)

Dr. Graves ( @the-gimmick-scp-researcher) 421

Zeus (anon) 422

Copi-Copi, Elemento, Adjetivo, Mente en Blanco, Chaucha, Yo Soy, Calugoso, Duquesa, Reina, Coliforme, Tepo-Tepo, Yo no Fui, Fierro Malo, Palmerita, Neumatex, Cortachurro, Etcétera, Maletín, Duque, Guasón, Jefe, Moneda, Cucky, Pelusa, Tía, Legui, Reality, Chester, Chu, Ro, Playita, Palmera, Señor, Re Frito, Pescado, Chamuyo, Calendario, James Bond, Rata, Cabeza de Chaya, Neumático, Repetido, Añico, Rucia, Gonzo, Chino, Cortéz, Albertito, Also, Cabecita, Bigote and Mutante (anon)

jaiden and blook ( @blookdoeswhatever, @jaidentheautisticwurm) 424

jaya (anon)425

425

6/50 states

Items:

frog

worms x3

an Olive Garden I guess???

(Ooc: ^^the blog persona)

(Ooc: the blog persona (not mod) is pansexual, pangender, and demisexual! They like sewing and stealing names.)

(if you see me put your name on my main no you didn’t

my main is @buggz-owlz)

names that are given to us will be under #name giver

and names we steal will be under #name stealer

all asks will be under #name stealer questions

colors are just random colors we associate with the name given.

that’s all for now! Bye!

[captainfantasticalright]

Let there be light: and how light in Good Omens 2 represents loss and change. Focusing only on Aziraphale for this specific post.

Before the beginning: light already establishes itself as the beginning, but also one of the cataclysmic events through Aziraphale's eyes. It brings about the end; it sets time in motion only to make it stop ticking too. The first being that we see the light on is Aziraphale.

I want to emphasize that lighting is purposely directed and created, especially within the Soho set. Before Aziraphale"loses" his bookshop for the first time, before Jim arrives, he is illuminated from the back. It's peaceful, serene.

Serenity is entangled with the loss of"truth". There's a focus on light the first time we openly see Aziraphale lie to Gabriel.(He had openly lied to God before on the wall of Eden, right under her light).

This is the light reflecting Aziraphale's loss again. He has just severed himself partly from the "good". It's lonely, beautiful and complicated.

Light shines partly on him when he realizes the weight that his own morals brought down on Morag and Elspeth. He's gained insight, but at the cost of loss.

Of course very intentionally placing himself on the center stage. Light shining on him to literally focus how life threatening a false move could be. & Candle light at another moment of loss- but loss is not always meant in a negative way.This is the transformation into a less lonely, beautiful terrain of shades of grey.

Light before he loses the bookshop a second time here. But also shining through Crowley's words of not leaving him alone.

Most poignantly: light before he loses the bookshop a last time. To underline once again how important light is, Gavin Finney pointed this out about this specific scene: The beams of light are purposely directed to where they want them to in the acting area and they wanted it to be glorious for this moment (the kiss) in the bookshop.

"He is about to lose the bookshop so it's important that it looks even more sunny and beautiful".

Lastly, the light inside the lift is always there, true, but it's also the last time light illuminates Aziraphale in season 2. Which in this case, might be a precursor for another loss, and definitely indicates another change.

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

Even now, with his father lost to the universe, and not even a body to bury, Gabriel was still here. He was in his room, in all the belongings his money had bought, in all the clothes that bore his brand. He was in the Miraculous on Adrien’s hand, the twin rings hanging from a chain he could never remove, in all the words Ladybug refused to tell Chat Noir. And he was in the statue in the Place des Vosges, immortalized in gold, looking out at the city with serene contemplation, but never down at Adrien. Never again. “He was Monarque,” Adrien spoke into the darkness. Maybe Plagg could hear, maybe not. His Kwami was always good about knowing just what Adrien wanted him to know. “My father was Monarque.” His words hung hollow in the silence, their weight somehow growing heavier on Adrien’s chest as he spoke. The voice didn’t answer, keeping silent long enough for Adrien to wonder, once more, if he really had imagined it. Then it was there again, as close and clear as though its speaker was in the room with him. You’re Chat Noir, it told him firmly. Cataclysm his statue.

moonie i'm obsessed.

[darknesseddiem]

𝐀𝐧𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐬'𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥: 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Amidst the dawn of creation, when deities strode the earth as equals among mortals, humanity thrived in serene unity, untouched by the grasping tendrils of greed that would later mar the landscape. Stirred by the inherent goodness of their subjects, the divine council elected to endow them with a peerless boon: a guardian, a celestial warrior sculpted by the ethereal hands of the gods, ordained to safeguard the vulnerable and uphold equity amongst all.

Yet, the idyllic tranquility swiftly dissolved into a harrowing nightmare. With no need for celestial intervention, humanity succumbed to the seductive allure of avarice and pride, exploiting the guardian-warrior as an inexhaustible wellspring for their desires. Gold, jewels, fineries—all were but a whispered command away, conjured effortlessly by his boundless power.

Thus dawned the era of enslavement, a grim testament to humanity's descent into moral decay, as the defenseless fell beneath the yoke of callous overlords devoid of empathy. As calamity flourished and the divine pantheon grieved the degradation of their once-beloved charges, a decree resounded through the hallowed halls of eternity: the token of gratitude and trust bestowed upon mortals would be reclaimed and returned to its celestial sanctum.

Yet, the gods failed to anticipate a pivotal revelation: the guardian-warrior, born of their divine essence and combined prowess, surpassed even his creators in strength. Fearing his uprising following their futile attempts at annihilation, they decreed the most severe of punishments: eternal imprisonment.

Unaware of the extent of his own power, the warrior endured a punishing ordeal, encased within a sarcophagus of obsidian and unyielding stone, assailed by the venomous embrace of serpents and scorpions, his form suffused with chilled mercury—a spectral warden, condemned to an eternity of solitary confinement.

A formidable curse, imbued with the arcane power of millennia past, was woven into the fabric of his sarcophagus, its hieroglyphs serving as a dire warning to any who dared disturb the seal imprisoning the warrior, lest they unleash unfathomable chaos upon the world once more. However, amidst the shadows of time, an ancient prophecy, shrouded in the enigma of celestial movements and cosmic whispers, stood poised to redefine the very tapestry of humanity's fate.

In the heart of an unprecedented archaeological endeavor, an intrepid explorer embarks upon a quest of unparalleled magnitude, driven by the tantalizing allure of uncovering secrets buried deep within the sands of antiquity. Yet, intertwined with her journey lies a prophecy etched into the annals of time itself—a prophecy veiled in mystery, its origins lost in the mists of history, foretelling a cataclysmic confrontation between forces ancient and divine.

As the threads of destiny unfurl, two diametrically opposed forces emerge from the annals of legend: one heralding the dawn of salvation, the other portending an abyssal descent into darkness. Amidst this cosmic conflict, the archaeologist finds herself cast as a pivotal figure, entwined in the struggle between light and shadow, tasked with deciphering the enigmatic prophecies that hold the key to humanity's ultimate fate.

In this crucible of uncertainty, where the past converges with the present and the future hangs in the balance, the question lingers like a specter haunting the recesses of the mind: Can the immutable laws of destiny be defied, or does the intrepid explorer possess the audacity to chart a new course for humanity, rewriting the very fabric of existence itself?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: +18 MDNI, violence, torture, Eddie has a demi-god name, etc. More will be added later.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: It's been a while since I had this idea and after my hiatus I finally had time to write, I hope you like this baby of mine just as I already have a huge affection for this story. Thank you for your support, I'll be back soon!! TAGLIST IS OPEN.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝐤

𝐍𝐞��𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.

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𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲: Sutenankh, once revered for valor, finds himself ensnared in the ethereal confines of divine justice. As he awaits his fate within the celestial sanctum of Horus, his heart heavy with remorse, the gods decree eternal imprisonment. Meanwhile, a clandestine pact between Anubis and Horus births a prophecy of hope for a future liberator. Betrayal, anguish, and the weight of celestial retribution collide in a tale where virtue and destiny intertwine.

𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧: Ramses Thothmes, a wealthy Egyptian magnate, extends an invitation for a new excavation, promising untold secrets hidden beneath the desert's surface. As you convene with Thothmes to discuss the venture, a new figure emerges from the shadows – the enigmatic Colonel Duncan Smith.

Under Smith's watchful eye, the expedition sets forth into uncharted territory, where ancient ruins conceal dark secrets and lethal perils.

[0brighta]

cosmos&stardust server ✶

Hello, everyone! I'm thrilled to share that we now have a dedicated Discord server for those of us interested in crafting cosmic-inspired characters and lore—whether they’re celestial beings, star deities, or anything in between. I posted about it yesterday and got such a great response, so I thought, why not create a collaborative space? This server is designed to be a safe, creative environment for brainstorming and developing your characters, backstories, and interconnected worlds. We’re all here to support each other’s creativity and inspiration, so let’s keep the vibes friendly and respectful. If this sounds like your kind of community, you’re welcome to join us anytime!

concept ideas

The Guiding Star: A steady, unwavering presence, offering direction and hope, especially in times of darkness.

The Dreamweaver Star: A mystical figure weaving visions and dreams, perhaps aiding or haunting those who seek their wisdom in sleep.

The Healing Star: A nurturing, compassionate entity with powers of rejuvenation, renewal, or recovery.

The Morning Star: Bright and radiant, a symbol of new beginnings and hope, often seen as a herald of change.

The Night Star: Mysterious and reflective, connected to the secrets of the night and hidden knowledge.

The Evil Star: A dark, malevolent force, often feared as a bringer of chaos, calamity, or bad omens.

The Lost Star: A lone wanderer, separated from its place in the cosmos, representing themes of exile, isolation, or forgotten lore.

The Shadow Star: A being associated with mystery and illusion, existing on the edges of light and darkness.

The Phoenix Star: Symbolizing rebirth and transformation, this star dies only to rise anew, often after cataclysmic events.

The Dancing Star: Playful and spirited, embodying joy and spontaneity, spreading vibrance across the cosmos.

The Fallen Star: A star cast down from its celestial place, perhaps due to betrayal, loss, or some fated event, adapting to life on a new plane.

The Weeping Star: A sorrowful, empathetic figure, carrying the weight of cosmic memories or heartbreak.

The Golden Star: Radiant and regal, symbolizing wealth, glory, or celestial nobility.

The Winter Star: Cold, distant, and serene, embodying the quiet beauty and solitude of the winter sky.

The Midsummer Star: Warm and celebratory, thriving at the height of the cosmic summer, symbolizing vitality and abundance.

The Midnight Star: A figure who only appears at the darkest hour, representing secrecy, inner power, and nocturnal mysteries.

The Enigmatic Star: Known for their cryptic, elusive nature, always leaving behind more questions than answers.

The Twin Star: A part of a pair, often inseparable from their counterpart, symbolizing unity or duality.

The Eternal Star: Ancient and wise, holding the history of the cosmos within, often seen as a guardian of knowledge.

The Wild Star: Unpredictable and fierce, a free spirit untamed by cosmic order, representing chaos and passion.

The Star of Illusions: Known for bending reality, casting illusions, and creating mystical experiences for others.

The Protector Star: Vigilant and strong, a guardian of lesser stars or the cosmic realms they inhabit.

The Wanderer Star: A nomadic entity drifting through the universe, collecting stories, wisdom, and connections along its path.

The Beacon Star: A luminous figure seen as a safe harbor for lost souls, guiding them home.

The Whispering Star: A subtle, quiet presence, influencing through whispers, intuition, or visions.

[doodle-pops]

✧˖°₊˚ˑ༄ؘ Watching Their S/O Die

Headcanon: Amrod, Argon, Angrod, Rog, Galdor

Warnings: war, death, blood, angst (angsty angsty angsty)

✧˖°₊˚ˑ༄ؘ Amrod

The chaos was a cataclysm, a whirlwind of confusion that swept you aside, leaving you helpless in the maelstrom of clashing steel and blood-soaked streets. Alqualonde, once a haven of serenity, now bore witness to a grim battle. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, and the city's once-pearly streets were marred by crimson stains and lifeless forms.

Amidst the carnage, a stray arrow found its mark, tearing through your cloak and lodging itself into your chest. The pain came as a shock, a searing burst that stole your breath and froze your limbs. Your body crumbled like a delicate flower, a single wound wreaking havoc on your very being. You felt life's essence drain from you, replaced by a numbing chill as your vision blurred and voices faded into whispers.

In the midst of your fading consciousness, a familiar voice reached your ears. Amrod. His calls were a lifeline, a desperate plea to keep you tethered to the realm of the living. You tried to respond, to reassure him, but your voice betrayed you, replaced by a fit of coughs that painted the cobblestones beneath you in shades of crimson.

Amrod's world shattered as he stumbled upon your weakened form, his sword dropped without hesitation. Kneeling beside you, his arms enveloped you, his touch a mix of urgency and tenderness. His voice, filled with aching desperation, pleaded for you to stay awake, to not slip away from him.

"No, Y/N, don't leave me," his words were a heart-wrenching melody, a lament for a love he couldn't bear to lose. His hand pressed against the wound, a futile attempt to stem the tide of blood. "Look at me. It's me... Please, stay with me."

Amidst his panic, Amrod's thoughts raced, torn between his need to keep you awake and the realization that help was nowhere in sight. His brothers were distant, unaware of the tragedy unfolding. His heart pounded with a mix of despair and determination as he cradled your frail form, the weight of your life in his arms.

With a surge of strength born from desperation, Amrod lifted you into his arms, his steps unsteady as he navigated the dangerous streets. His voice pierced the air, a desperate cry for his brothers' aid. He ran, his breath laboured, his voice hoarse from both shouting and the sobs that escaped his lips.

"Help! Brothers, help us!" His words carried the weight of a thousand sorrows, a plea for salvation that echoed through the devastation. He shouted for you to hold on, his voice cracking as he fought against time itself.

But as he ran, your grasp on consciousness slipped further away, and your final word slipped from your lips like a whispered secret. His name, a bittersweet echo, was your last connection to the world you were leaving behind. Despite his cries, his heartache, he couldn't alter the inevitable. In his arms, your life slipped away, leaving behind a trail of grief that mirrored the city's sorrow.

✧˖°₊˚ˑ༄ؘ Argon

Everything was a haze of cold and white. The blizzard raged on, unyielding and merciless, as you all trudged forward. Shadows of exhaustion and determination mingled in the snow-covered expanse. The blizzard had trapped you all, leaving no refuge for rest, no shelter for solace. Each step felt like an eternity, your footprints fading into the abyss as you pressed on.

For a fleeting moment, you held Argon's hands, a connection that tethered you to reality. But the chill had wrapped its icy fingers around you, stealing your strength and clouding your senses. Your breath was a ragged rhythm, your body faltering beneath the weight of the storm. The ground seemed to shift beneath your feet, the world around you a blur of white and cold.

Argon's grip, once warm and steady, now felt distant and numb. Your fingers clung to his, but they were unresponsive, a testament to the relentless cold that had crept into your very core. The gloves that encased your hands were futile against the biting cold, their purpose lost as your sense of touch faded away.

His voice was a faint murmur beside you, the words carried away by the wind. And then, as if pulled by some unseen force, your body gave way, sinking into the snow. You were too weak to continue, your body begging for rest, even if it meant succumbing to the frost.

Argon's arms enveloped you, his embrace a desperate attempt to share what little warmth remained. His breath formed clouds in the frigid air as he held you close, his body a shield against the cruel ice. He wouldn't let you go, not here, not now. The promises of a future together echoed in his mind, a reminder of the life you both longed to build.

"Stay with me, Y/N," he pleaded, his voice carrying a mix of urgency and desperation. His eyes, filled with concern, scanned your features, the wind stealing his ability to shed tears for the suffering you both endured.

Your voice, meek and frail, barely reached his ears over the howling wind. You were slipping away, your words lost to the biting cold. He lifted you, his strength waning, and took the first step onto the treacherous ice. His determination was a flame in the midst of a blizzard, his arms cradling you, his heart fighting for both of you.

"We're almost there," he murmured, his voice strained as he pressed forward. Your weight grew heavier, a weight he knew was more than just physical. He sensed your spirit departing, the bond between you growing fainter.

He trudged on, each step an act of defiance against fate. The weight of your absence settled on his shoulders; a burden heavier than any snow. The wind's icy fingers clawed at him, but he forged ahead, a silent prayer on his lips. He carried you, your lifeless form a testament to the cruelty of the storm.

Argon's heart felt as though it would shatter, yet he pushed forward. He didn't cry out, didn't scream to the unforgiving heavens. Instead, he clung to hope, the flicker of a miracle that might wake you in the warmth of the distant lands. With each step, he carried you, his love a lifeline in the heart of the storm.

✧˖°₊˚ˑ༄ؘ Angrod

Angrod was hit hard by the news of your village being raided by orcs. He didn’t know how to process his emotions; all he knew was that he had to get there as soon as possible to protect you from harm. You were his little mortal, a nickname he affectionately gave you due to your lively spirit. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you to the cruelty of the world, especially at the hands of such vile creatures.

However, when he finally arrived at the scene, it was too late. The devastation was overwhelming, with houses reduced to ashes and chaos reigning. His heart sank as he surveyed the destruction, his mind racing to find any sign of you among the chaos. Panic gnawed at him as he realized that he couldn’t sense your presence anywhere, and that sent a chill down his spine.

He cursed his own slowness, regretting not having confessed his love for you sooner. If you were wedded, he could have felt your presence through the bond. If he had been braver, he could have prevented this, he thought bitterly, replaying the nights of shared whispers beneath the starry sky.

But then, he found you. Not too far from where your home once stood, you lay on the ground, wounded and bleeding. Angrod’s heart stopped at the sight of you in such a vulnerable state. He rushed to your side, his hands trembling as he knelt down beside you. Tears welled in his eyes as he looked at your pale face, your strength waning but your eyes still shining through the pain.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked out, his voice heavy with grief. “I should have come sooner, should have protected you.”

He could feel rain starting to fall, as if the sky was mourning alongside him. He wanted to hold you, to shield you from the pain, but he knew he couldn’t risk making your condition worse.

Weakly, you lifted a hand to his face, your touch feeble but full of love. Blood stained your lips as you struggled to speak. “Don’t...blame yourself,” you managed, each word a battle against the pain that racked your body. “I’m...sorry...couldn’t defend...better.”

Tears streamed down Angrod’s face as he watched you fight through the agony. He cupped your hand against his cheek, holding on as if he could keep you from slipping away. He was overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness, a feeling of being unable to save the one he loved most.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated, his voice breaking as he held you close. Rain poured down, mingling with his tears, a physical representation of his pain. He wanted to scream, to unleash his anguish, but all he could do was hold you and let his heart shatter. The rain, usually a symbol of renewal, felt like a cruel reminder of his loss, each drop echoing the ache in his heart.

✧˖°₊˚ˑ༄ؘ Rog

Gondolin was in chaos, flames devouring all he held dear. Amidst the chaos, Rog fought valiantly, his heart ablaze with determination to protect the home and people he loved. His hammer struck with a thunderous force; each blow a testament to his unwavering resolve. But amidst the fury of battle, a chilling sensation pierced his soul. His bond with you turned frigid, a sharp pang of fear and pain that rattled his core.

With a swift turn, he scanned the turmoil, his eyes landing upon a scene that stole the air from his lungs. An orc's foul blade had found its mark, and your figure crumpled against a wall. Rog's world shattered beneath him as if the earth had given way. He stumbled, his strength forsaking him like sand slipping through his fingers.

Rog charged through the chaos, a force of nature tearing through the battlefield. He didn't care about the orcs he cast aside, nor the path of destruction he carved. All that mattered was reaching you, holding you in his arms, and shielding you from the fate that beckoned.

"Y/N!" His voice cracked, a cry that pierced through the bedlam as he knelt by your side. His hammer dropped, forgotten, as his hand pressed against your wound, the pressure a desperate attempt to staunch the bleeding. He knew, deep down, that this wound was a harbinger of darkness, a toll that could not be undone. But he refused to accept it.

His gaze met yours, his eyes a storm of emotions. Weak but resolute, he spoke, his voice a whisper amidst the chaos. "It's going to be alright," he promised, his words carrying a weight beyond their syllables. "I'm here, Y/N. I won't let you go."

Tears blurred his vision, but he forced a smile, the tremor in his lips belying his own fear. "I'll save you, just like I promised. Remember? I'll always protect you, mírë." His voice wavered, the truth of his words echoing through the tumult as if to defy the very fabric of fate.

Your gaze met his, your voice a fragile melody that cut through the cacophony. "R-Rog," you sobbed, your pain etched in every syllable. "I'm scared. I don't want to leave...you."

He held you close, his arms a shelter from the chaos around. "You're not alone," he whispered, his voice a balm against your pain. "I'm here, Y/N. You'll never be alone."

And as the battle raged on, Rog clung to you, his presence a shield against the encroaching darkness. The world around faded, time itself seeming to stand still. In his arms, you found solace, the echo of his promise soothing your fears. You held on, tears mingling with the rain, as you let his song of love carry you to the edge of eternity.

✧˖°₊˚ˑ༄ؘ Galdor

Sirion was engulfed in chaos, the harsh clash of steel against steel echoing through the morning mist, shattering the tranquillity that once graced the city. The dawn’s pale light struggled to pierce the ominous clouds that gathered above, mirroring the sense of impending doom that hung heavy in the air.

Amidst the turmoil, you found yourself torn from Galdor’s side, a cruel fate forcing you apart as he valiantly defended his people against the ruthless Kinslayers. His heart raced, his mind consumed by worry, as he fought desperately to push back the enemy and ensure the safety of his home and loved ones.

But then, a sharp pang of agony sliced through Galdor’s consciousness, a chilling realization that you were in danger. His heart clenched, and his frantic eyes searched the battlefield, his feet carrying him through the chaos. He followed the invisible thread that connected him to you, each step heavier with dread.

Finally, he found you, your body sprawled on the ground, broken and bleeding, your breaths coming in shallow gasps. Galdor’s voice caught in his throat, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief as he knelt beside you. Helplessness gripped him, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch your pale, blood-streaked face.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice choked with anguish. “No, please... no.”

Tears blurred his vision as he cradled you gently, his heart aching at the sight of your pain. He held you close, his voice quivering as he sang your favourite song, a melody that had always brought comfort and solace. His voice cracked, raw emotion lacing every note, as he tried to soothe you even as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Your eyes met his, your own gaze filled with love and a quiet acceptance. You couldn’t speak, the pain too great, but your smile spoke volumes. Tears mingled with the blood on your lips as you reached a trembling hand to touch his tear-streaked face.

Galdor’s heart shattered as he watched the light in your eyes dim, the life slowly slipping away from your fragile form. His voice faltered, his song becoming a mournful melody, a desperate plea for time to stop. He clung to you, his cries of anguish mingling with the battle’s aftermath, as he whispered his love for you over and over.

In your final moments, you held his gaze, your smile a bittersweet farewell. And as your hand fell from his cheek, Galdor’s voice broke, a heart-rending sob escaping his lips as he cradled your lifeless body. The world around him faded into a blur, leaving him alone with the weight of a love lost and a promise unfulfilled.

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[strawberrypinky]

Aesop could feel (Y/N)’s arms rise on his as her hands tempestuously held onto him for anchorage. With the urgency of a man starved, his lips claimed hers, unwilling to ever let her go again. The feeling was both cataclysmic and serene, the world shifting as their profound yearning for one another filled the space between them - the dichotomy hardly fathomable to Aesop himself. He loved her. He loved her beyond anything he'd ever been privy to love, and God only knew how much of a lucky bastard he was that she loved him back.

She was the epitome of what could be considered a diamond: radiantly exquisite, astoundingly brilliant, and incandescently propitious. And yet she was entirely and wholly his.

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all your loving (all or nothing) part 3 - coming soon 🤍

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moodboard courtesy of @legacygirlingreen 🐍💚

[lizzisimss]

K-POP Inspired Outfits Lookbook:

1: serenity_af_EtherealHair_v1, [Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla] Louvre Overall, Madlen Tia Boots 3, [RIMINGS] (G)I-DLE - TOMBOY Outfit _Arm Warmer

2: [AH00B]-LilyHair, [Aladdin] Penelope HairClips, serenity_OlaCardigan, Caiocc_af_OceanBikiniTopAcc, serenity_ParachutePants, [Jius]LeatherPlatformAnkleBoots01, miiko-flower-waist-chain

3: [AH00B]-Trinity_Clips, [arethabee] lexie hair overlay, [arethabee] lexie hair, Sentate-2022-JasmineTeeDress, Trillyke_Laces_and_Spikes_2022_NaRa_Stockings_and_Garter, MarigoldFShoesChunkyCombatBoots

4: CLUMSYALIEN [AVYANNA HAIR], serenity_LushCorset, Simpliciaty_RebeccaSkirt, [RIMINGS] Lovely Pattend Knit Hairband, Trillyke_Heart_Burn_Boots_Thigh

5: CLUMSYALIEN [ISABELLE HAIR], [ d r e a m g i r l ] b u t t o n_t a n k, serenity - Cataclysm Shorts, Madlen Arlette Boots, serenity_MaddyAknaGloves, [IDAVALLEN] - WILLOW TIGHTS SET, [WAEKEY] - Mesh Top Accessory, okruee-blair-hairband

6: simstrouble_FemaleHair_JunonV2, [RIMINGS] Half Tartan Skirt & Off-shoulder mini Dress, serenity - Demonia Boots, serenity_BackToThe60S_MERGED (tights)

7: miiko-gigi-hair, [AxA_Girlboss]-CourtneyTop, Marigold - FBottomAAAPleatsMiniSkirtV2, [Jius]LeatherPlatformAnkleBoots04, Trillyke_Laces_and_Spikes_2022_JiU_Leg_Garter_Spikes, Trillyke_Laces_and_Spikes_2022_NaRa_Torn_Tights

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Accessories: serenity_EvaNecklaceRedux, simstrouble_Earrings_MoonSight-Regular, [RIMINGS] Heart Brooch Earring, ilkupSolarEarringsMERGED, Pralinesims - UltimateEarringCollection, Pralinesims - UltimateNecklaceCollection_Female, MYOBI - harajukutransparentchoker

[magnetarbeam]

"Only Jaina, whose feelings Jacen could always sense through their bond as twins, seemed calm. Whatever came, warning or no warning, voxyn or not, they would handle it - or not. They had cast their fates to the Force, and now they had no choice but to trust where it carried them. It was a strange sort of composure born of battle and death and suffering, the grim serenity of the soldier, who was both maker and victim of the all-devouring cataclysm."

-The New Jedi Order: Star by Star

[starlitangels]

Ok one more thought before I go to bed

What if Imperium!Vega never left Elegy after the Cacophony/Cataclysm, and humans just never found out about it because he stayed cloaked and kept his aura warded?

Brachium was the first one exiled to Elegy not long after the war and his millennia of living on Elegy wore him down to almost nothing, but he’s a Serenity Daemon who was living in a world where pain and suffering pulsed through the planet like lifeblood. The background drone of those emotions are almost in direct opposition to what he needs to survive

Y’know. Two of the emotions Vega can feed off and thrive with

Avior sounds desperate when he asks Vega why he never went home to Aria when he knew how to rift the whole time

Vega has probably known how to rift since the Sovereigns first came to Elegy and d(a)emons followed and was (presumably) the only demon who knew how to rift who didn’t serve the Chorus

What if he chose Elegy after the war because he knew one day he’d have to fight for Elegy again. Fight to save it again

So in the Imperium universe, maybe he just chose to stay

And chose to end up in the haven in the capital of the Imperium to keep an eye on the Imperium

[viatrixtravels-a]

!! WARNING: this post contains dark content including mentions of blood and character death !!

Everything written italics and indented was sent to me by an Anon. I enjoyed reading through it so much, I wanted to make a proper post out of it. This also allows me to insert a read more because it is incredibly long.

Everything went well for you. Thanks to Cloud Retainer, you were able to meet Aether. Well... for a moment at least... So you decide to go to sleep.

"Goodnight, Paimon."

"Mmh, goodnight, Traveler! Sweet dreams!"

Closing her eyes, the blonde drifted off into a deep slumber...However, her dream would end up being anything but sweet.

***

You awaken in a strange place. You look around and you see people. A crowd of people. Possibly in the thousands. All looking at you. Among the people was a familiar face. Standing guard alongside his comrades adorned in clear white ornate armour. The mask that once covered half his face absent. The stars he had for irises flickering alongside the rest of his people. You then hear "The Descender has come" The voice coming from an important looking person wearing a crown. A king perhaps.

(Descender...? What do they mean by that? Are they talking about me...?)

With her brows furrowed, Lumine took a step forward.

You wander around the place. It's unlike any place you've seen before. Horseless carriages are driven by engines of fire. Buildings that made those in Fontiane look primitive. The sky... Well, there is no sky but rather a rocky 'ceiling' with light bursting through. A huge mechanical worm -like creature burrowing around. You see... Ruin Gu- No Field Tillers playing with children and giving them flowers and even a mechanical crab that is being operated on. All around the people were enjoying their day to day lives. The feeling of freedom from the gaze of the heavens is a bliss that is unlike any other It seems that the serenity will last forever.

(What a strange place...It is unlike anything I have seen in Teyvat, or any of the other Worlds my brother and I visited prior to our encounter with the Unknown God...)

*Doom has come...* All of a sudden... the same place you emerged from. A rift had formed, bursting through reality and what came forth were Abyssal Hounds. Countless numbers of them bringing forth the dark power from beyond this world. Turning once noble warriors into shadowy husks. Imprisoning them in their own armour and corrupting their minds to become mindless slaves of the Abyss. There was no mercy... people were felled by the very warriors that swore to protect them and were being slaughtered or were devoured by the hounds. Such a grizzly sight as you see a young woman get ripped apart by some hounds. And yet there are those who resisted. That familiar blonde haired Knight with his most loyal men, fought fiercely as they slew both their own former comrades and any Hounds that came their way. The Field Tillers now turned war machines, unleash their firepower on their Abyssal Foes but in turn leaving a wake of destruction on the people and the city. As you look around the great cataclysm, you could only feel sorrow, pity, and sadness as you see the familiar blonde haired knight grasping a dying comrade. Did these people really deserve all of this? Did they deserve to be destroyed for unleashing great evils on this world by accident?

It all happened so fast, the blonde barely had any time to react. Of course - being the seasoned warrior she is - Lumine had immediately pulled her own sword to help fend off those Rifthounds, but it was to no avail. It was as if her attacks could not even land and instead the silhouette of her sword simply went right through them without dealing any damage.

(No...No, no, no...!! This can't be...! What is happening!? Why is this happening...!?)

*FLASH!* A bright light. You look into its direction and you can just make it out. Seven figures. Seven Dieties standing firm on the now helpless city and nation as more and more Abyssal Creatures pour from the rift. You can also make out one particular figure. The one that took your brother away. She conjures familiar looking cubes down as she commands the other dieties to bring an end to this madness. The archs of lightning that slice anything in it's Path. The Tidal Wave that washes and drowns away the sins. The Fire that purifies and destroys all its path. The Malestrom that blows away mountains. And the rock that brings order and judgement on all evil. Perhaps to save this world, this nation must be sacrificed. Perhaps that is why God has abandoned its people to a terrible fate. For Teyvat to survive, this nation will have to fall. And now you see the aftermath. All that's left of the wonderful city... a river of magma and fire... the ground caved in. Those familiar cubes... going into the center of the destruction. You can only cry and go down on your knees. You feel weak...

(Please...Make it stop...This is just too muchー!)

A voice. "Lumine" It's coming from behind. You turn around to see... Aether. You blink and now you find yourself in an empty plain with the moon shining in the sky. You walk towards Aether. "You still have time" Aether says "You can still save this world, Lumine. For me and for everyone you hold dear" He then walks to you and holds your hand. "Only you... can stop him..."

She shook her head in disbelief, squeezing her brother's hand. "No, Aether. Don't say that. We've always fought together, haven't we? In that case, why not this time? I don't know who this 'he' is you are referring to, but I'm sure that if we work togeーー"

Before Lumine could finish her sentence, she was once again blinded by a bright light. *FLASH!* Aether is gone. In fact you got transported to... Liyue? Yeah this is Liyue harbor. But there's something wrong. The buildings are all ruined and on fire. The streets are filled with rubble and are cracked. There are bodies. Bodies of both Millileth Soldiers and Liyue Citizens alike. All of them are horribly mutilated with their own blood spilling into the streets. Among the fallen are familiar faces. You see Chef Mao carrying a lifeless Xiangling in his arms. Crying all the way through. Gaming had been crushed by fallen debris while you see Qiqi telling a deceased Baizhu to "wake up". Yelan's body was found next. Pierced by multiple arrows from her own bow and shortly after you see Yun Jin, Chongyun, Xinqiu and Xinyan. All of which were killed in certain ways.

The blonde felt her heart drop and stomach turn as she clapsed one hand on top of her mouth just to prevent herself from throwing up on the spot.

"Lu...mine" You look down to see a dying Hu Tao grab at your ankle. "We... failed. We couldn't... stop him..." You try to help her out but her breaths become weaker until... her heart stops... and she goes limp.

(Him? Who is 'him'...? Who could be so cruel to do all of this?)

Why is this happening? Why first Khaenri'ah and now Liyue? What was going on?! Who was 'him'?! You want to find out but not before seeing more people you recognize fallen. Keqing had her throat slit. Her dead eyes staring ahead into nothing. Beidou had went down with the Alcor but Kazuha was now hanging on a rope. Ningguang was left alive however, although she's been tied on top of the Jade Chamber while being tortured into seeing Liyue fall. Xianyun was kneeling in sorrow and pain as she held the bodies of Ganyu and Shenhe.

Lumine was on the brink of having a full panic attack, her breathing increased as she clutched her chest while praying that all of this would soon end.

"Everyone...They're..."

No.

Not everyone. There was stillーー

You hear fighting! And you hear a familiar voice. It's Xiao! It has to be! You run around to see where he was and finally found him at the docks fighting some Abyss Heralds. He manages to slay a few of them but gets injured in the process. He kills one more but then... his lance was shattered and he got stabbed in the abdomen.

"Xiao...!!"

There is no way. Xiao was strong. He would never fall to that scum of the Abyss. He falls to the ground as you run towards him. "I am... sorry Lumine" You try to make sense of what he's saying but he then grabs your hand. "We couldn't save this world... from destruction" He goes limp... At first you feel sadness but then anger as you want to kill the Abyss Heralds but then your attention is drawn upward to the sky. There are multiple rifts and like before, rifthounds are pouring through and there you can see... Zhongli.

(Zhongli...!?)

"Zhongli...! How did this happen!? How could you let this happen!? The people of Liyue, they've all been...!!"

It was then that she realized that something was off. He was not moving nor reacting to her words. No, this was not the Zhongli she knew. He too had fallen victim to this mysterious entity which had turned Liyue into a sea of blood. He was floating but almost by force and he appeared to be paralysed as he couldn't move. In front of him was a dark cloud coming from one of the holes. Zhongli was trying everything he can to move but he can't, and then suddenly. Something comes out of his chest. Was that the Geo Gnosis? It had to be. Cause nothing else looked like that. The Gnosis went into the cloud and Zhongli then disappeared into golden mist which was absorbed by the cloud. Dark eyes from the cloud now look to you. "What was taken from me... Will be mine once more..." A voice came from the cloud. It was pure evil. You are dragged forward towards the cloud by an invisible force. You try to break free but you can't.

"Ugh...! Let me...go...Ah!"

As you are forced forward, you see not only the Geo Gnosis but all the other Gnosises. Lined up next to each other. "My power will be mine once more..." "The Usurper... will... pay..."

It was then that Lumine jolted awake, her body drenched in sweat and breathing heavy. She was in her room at Wangshu Inn - where she would always stay during the Lantern Rite. Everything was back to normal, but those horrid images were still very vivid inside her mind.

"Haah, haah..."

"Nn...Lumine...? What's wroー"

In an instant, she threw her blanket aside and dashed out of the room - not even bothering to put on her boots or get properly dressed despite the temperature being quite cold at night during this time of year.

"Lumine!? Hey...!! Where are you going!?"

She just ran and ran and ran, not even knowing where she was headed. Little pebbles and branches dug into the skin of her bare feet, scratching them up. However, she could not even feel the physical pain over the aching over her heart.

"...Ah!"

Suddenly she tripped, falling face first against the ground before remaining completely unmoving for a while.

"..."

After curling up into a small ball, she cried into the night sky, letting all of it out.

"Aaah...Aaaaah....!!"