#silverstars writes

[whispereons]

Masterlist!

I'm Whispereons and I mainly write yandere Genshin Impact fics. The SAGAU is my long time obsession if it wasn't obvious.

For ease of convenience I will have this masterlist pinned with my works, taglist, and tags used on my blog.

Currently I don't have any rules to abide by. I enjoyed all the comments, reblogs, asks and submissions I received thus far!

Just a warning for anyone new, I advise you to make sure your blog has some form of personalization. Like a profile pic, a sentence saying hello in your bio or even just a single post saying you're human will do. It's to prevent you from getting the report and block combo when I do my spam/porn bot purges.

SAGAU works

Oracle!Reader - with my current editor @serpent-benediction (hopefully) fixing up the older chapters.

Followers Special: 1K

Inazuma:

City - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 Sea - Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Liyue:

City - Part 9, Part 10, Wilderness - Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18 City V2 - Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25

(Don't judge my old works too harshly, I really was new at writing!)

Self-aware Genshin Impact Series (incomplete): Warmth, Screen, Team Player, Over This Shit

Oneshots - Another Drink, It's tough to be a God

Normal Yandere Genshin Impact:

Venti/Barbatoes x EOS!Reader: Planned, Protection or Possession?, Control

General Yandere Posts:

Male yandere x fem reader: Insecurity

Tags to use to navigate my posts!

#whisp's amateur work - all of my writing

#sagau oracle au - everything related to my oracle!reader (was implemented late so the first tag is more reliable)

#a whispered response - me answering asks/submissions

#whisp's collection - my personal collection of my fav authors, artists, and anything else. My mindless reblogs aren't tagged with anything to avoid cluttering the tag system.

#peering into the whisp - if I get personal asks, this is the tag I would use

If you regularly sends asks with some way to identify you then I usually give you a tag too.

My taglist for my Oracle!Reader:

If you are in italics, that means I couldn't tag you! That could be due to you being shadow banned or having your settings set to hide you from being searched. I will keep this master list updated with each new user, I truly don't mind tagging you all. It's honestly a nice feeling.

@vvyeislazzy, @nikqi, @the-dumber-scaramouche, @etherisy, @yourlocalstranger123, @ra404, @iruiji, @goldenglow149, @haru-tofuu, @lsleepysimpl, @bebobeboben, @yuyuzi-ling, @amidst-the-tempest, @resident-cryptid, @mxd1zzy, @mochicurls21, @nervouseaglelover, @thedevioussmirk, @yumuramma, @kwqsla, @undecidingfate, @ehjane, @game-savvy, @akiramirae, @liansh3ng, @fluffy-koalala, @formacoon, @sxftiebee, @khxii-i, @ursinaw, @chuuya-brainrot, @sweetbills, @kazuchaos, @snowfoxnix, @bluebelony, @shellofthewell, @pencil-of-ashes, @ghostlyintervention, @taiformaifoe, @goaudduck, @carminerin, @maddysflowers, @zenith-of-all-zenith, @crazydreamcat, @leafanonsforest, @grimreapersscythe, @leylanx, @sapphireknown, @help-whatdoimakemyusername

@zhonglisfruityass, @mer0n37, @victoria1676, @mochinessss, @sinnful-darling, @emilymikado, @pix-stuff, @esthelily, @luxie963, @emmbny, @starsofabundance, @kbar1013, @xxblackroses623xx, @chxrlxtteee, @aludicpoet, @yandematic, @atrcclovsxoxo, @0lshadyl0, @esthelily, @t-rex-red, @ck123, @steadybreadbluebird, @118gremlin, @stratonia, @time-shardz, @farelady-fate, @valeriele3, @francisnyx, @byakuren100, @waveto-earth, @flyingpansaurus, @silverstarred, @iamapotatoe, @ghosthii, @beloveddroplet, @uchihaeirin, @ibelieveinsleep, @idk098, @thefirstonetoeverlikemeback, @toramune, @haaaaaades, @horologiumwise, @melovaaaa, @alittletiredcry, @aphxdea, @atsukawolfcat, @desirabletravel, @pinkpainc, @eccedentesiast-sapphic, @yuyuzi-ling, @hyperfixationwhore

@juuuuuj101010, @avalordream, @kurayamioterasu, @tottybear, @koiikuno, @lynx-of-skies, @quacking-simp, @synthe4u, @kascar-chronicle, @hug4helios, @hug4helios, @silverstarred, @koiikuno, @ithoughtthinks, @remiivx, @lemonade7255, @melpomenelurks, @average-yandere-enjoyer, @mnhao, @fuji-sen, @altumsomnum, @hehothrowawayfae, @unofficialabortive, @magnum0pus2231, @xxnessinessiellexx, @multiliker, @intpessimistic, @kitsunelivesyet, @extremelytoastybread, @mercy-not-merci, @silvermoon617, @evaline-ethan, @fallintothechasm, @imgonnaeatthatglitter, @bunniotomia, @3noa3, @astro-stars, @beary-kalkus, @yourfavepookiebear, @original-person, @alexx197197, @dxprived4-starboys, @bunniotomia, @smokycoffe, @hydroarchon-furinaa, @armystaysatnct, @solunamare

[troutclan]

| WELCOME TO TROUTCLAN! (WE HAVE FISH!!!) |

"We have fish :)" — Silverstar, probably

🔷 START HERE!! 🔷

🐟 ALLEGIANCES 🐟

0 Moons (Founding Members) | 25 Moons (soon...)

🐟 TAGS DIRECTORY 🐟

#troutc moons — the moon tracker! #troutc art — all TroutClan-related art #troutc fics — written short stories featuring the TroutClan cats #troutc lore — any form of media (drawings, writings, etc) about TroutClan that happens outside of or behind the scenes of the moon updates #troutc memes — all TroutClan memes (includes drawings, incorrect quotes, and more) #troutc sprites — all of my designs are heavily stylized, so some people may wanna see how their in-game sprites look! #troutc asks — answered asks, for me and/or the TroutClan characters! #troutc updates — any updates related to the progress of TroutClan, which may include art wips, moon wips, in-game happenings, etc.

TroutClan Introduction below!

Silverwatcher formed many friendships throughout her youth as a wandering rogue. She kept the tradition of her Clan ancestry alive: by forming a Clan with her friends! They went on many whacky adventures, getting into trouble with Twolegs, even outsmarted a pack of wolves! But when most of them became senior warriors, with three friends called the Tricky Three joining them soon after (Violetkit, Tempestkit, and Flykit), Silverwatcher decided "all this traveling is fun, but let's find a permanent home to settle down & think about our future".

...And thus TroutClan became official! Once they settled into their camp, this was when Shiveringpaw (a RiverClan apprentice from seasons ago) met Silverwatcher in her dream, guiding her to the Moonshore, their source to StarClan, to receive her nine lives.

[hooffuloftootsierolls]

First time posting my writing on Tumblr ajsdhjsahksdhjf i don't take writing requests, it has to come to me naturally, i just got brave enough to post this. morals are so complicated man

A little bit of background info - "Adam and Emily see each other as family" my beloved - Like Charlie, Emily was created as an infant and had a childhood. Sera was mainly her guardian, but Archangel Michael or Adam would visit her or supervise her when Sera was too busy - Emily is referred to as (the) Silverstar, in the same way Lucifer is (the) Morningstar.

I don't have a title for this it's just "unnamed Emily and Adam writing"

Trigger Warnings: Adam, swearing, mention of murder and blood

“Kid, Adam is busy right now. He’ll talk to you after.” Lute continued to skillfully maneuver Emily back towards the entrance of the lobby in the Exorcist’s building whenever she would try to skirt past the Exorcist.

“Out of- I’m older than you- why won’t you move- let me- I’m trying to-“ Emily tripped over her words as she tried once again to shove past Lute and get to the double doors that lead to the meeting hall. Lute’s pushback was gentle, but Emily could feel the strong muscles of her arm through her shoulder-length glove. She felt the hairs along her arms raise— how had she been so oblivious? Adam had a whole flock of uniformed, lean girls and Emily had never even once wondered why they were all so formal and fit. She felt like such an idiot.

“You’ll have a chance to talk with him after.” Lute repeated more firmly.

“After his army kills more souls?!” Emily cried out. “I want to talk to him to prevent that!”

“Kind words have never worked.” Lute scoffed. “You cannot make Adam call off the Exterminations. Sera has already approved of the mid-year.”

Emily put her hands on Lute’s shoulders, putting her face right in front of Lute’s. The blank white eyes of the lieutenant’s mask widened in surprise. “Please, just listen to me! Those are souls, just like ours! They don’t deserve-“

“Silverstar, with all due respect, sinners are not like our souls. They earned their damnation. They had their chances to reform in life, and they didn’t.”

“But Charlie-“

“That repulsive Hellspawn has gotten into your head!” Lute spat. Emily shrunk back, regretting having brought up the princess. “Her and that traitor girlfriend of hers! They’re trying to corrupt you! To corrupt Heaven’s values! Redemption is not possible, this is the only way to prevent-“

“Fuck, Lute, I was looking everywhere for you-“ The door swung open as a familiar face stepped out. Adam cut himself off, mouth still hanging open, as he met eyes with Emily.

“Oh, thank the Father!” Lute had her guard down in her momentary surprise, and Emily nimbly swept past her, running up to Adam and grabbing him by the hand. “Adam, please, I’m begging you, you need to cancel the Exterminations, I can’t bear to think of—“ Emily choked on what she was about to say, you murdering more human souls, and quickly searched for an alternative— “anybody getting hurt, not if it can be stopped!”

Adam regarded Emily. His mask had never given way to much emotion, and yet the conflict in his face had never been more evident. His expression seemed to flash through the five stages of grief at least 5 times before he sighed and pulled his hand from Emily’s. “Nobody’s getting hurt.” He mumbled.

Emily felt her shoulders sag with relief. “Oh thank you, thank you! I was so worried-“

“Nobody’s getting hurt ever again. We’re going to go down there and make sure those disgusting demon cunts never make it to the pearly gates.”

Emily let out a cry of anguish. “No! No no, you can’t! You can’t hurt them! Don’t hurt Charlie! Don’t hurt her friends! Don’t hurt her people!”

“Sinners aren’t people!” Adam snarled. Emily backed up as the first man unfurled his golden wings. “Sinners lost their humanity when they committed the heinous fucking acts that landed them down there! You can’t hurt them, there’s nothing to fucking hurt!”

“That’s not true!” Emily tried to stifle tears. “They made mistakes, but they’re still people, and people can always change!”

“They can’t change what they did.” Lute added coldly.

Emily wrapped her arms around herself, digging her fingers into her arms. “So how are you any better? You can’t fight fire with fire!”

Adam opened his mouth, face swelling with anger. At Emily’s flinch, Adam closed his mouth again and took a breath, rubbing his temples as he tried to recollect his thoughts. “You just wouldn’t understand. Sinners are hellbent on causing misery. You haven’t been in Hell like me-“

“And how many times have you been in Hell? How long have you been killing without telling me?” Emily curled her lip. “Were the hands you cradled me with when I was just created the same hands I see now, stained with the blood of thousands of damned souls?”

For the first time in this exchange, Adam physically winced. Emily heard his teeth grind together from under his helmet. He opened his mouth and spoke slowly. “There was going to be an uprising.” Emily blinked at him, eyes widening. “They were trying to put together a rebellion. Their demonic magic was growing fucking stronger by the second, and Sera wanted a solution.” Adam balled his hands into a fist. “There was only one way to keep Heaven safe.”

“It- That’s not-” Emily felt a warm tear leak from her eye, emotion welling up inside her heart. Lute walked past her and over to Adam as he put a hand on the door handle.

“I need to prepare. We can talk about this shit after.”

As Adam swung the door open and allowed his lieutenant the courtesy of heading into the meeting hall first, Emily stared after him, expression vacant. “I won’t forgive you.”

Adam’s shoulders rose and his feathers puffed ever so slightly. He didn’t turn to look at her. “Okay.”

He followed Lute through the door and shut it behind him, leaving Emily alone.

Emily stared at the door. In a bright flash of pure light, three white wings stretched out to their full expansion, and three eyes widened. Emily let out a snarling cry as she transfigured to her full angelic form and backed away from the door. She had never felt such rage consume her. “Why does nobody listen to me?!” She spat. She turned heel and fled, fled out the door of the Exorcist’s quarters and took to the sky. Her own feet, her own wings, it seemed to be the only thing she could control anymore. She felt hopeless against her superiors, against their ideals, against her own emotions. Everything she had known seemed to be one big lie. The world was not black and white— so why were their solutions? Not every sinner was an irredeemable spirit of sin and destruction, and not every angel was pure, virtuous and clean. Adam had been playing saint all this time and lying to Emily’s face. She wiped off her eyes as she entered the rotunda to make her way to her quarters, before she collided with someone in the entrance.

“Sorry-“ Emily cut herself off as she looked up at the older seraph.

“Emily! Where were you?” Sera asked tersely.

“With Adam…” she sighed. “I just… I wanted him to… I don’t want him to go through with the Exterminations…” She looked away from Sera’s gaze. “I can’t stand the thought of him…”

Sera sighed. “I know. I don’t like it either.” She guided Emily out of the doorway and into the rotunda.

“Then why do you allow it?” There wasn’t much challenge to the question, rather a forlorn attempt to grasp at some kind of explanation.

“I never would have, had it not been required.” Sera’s answer was pretty much the same as what Adam offered.

Emily sniffed. She swallowed back the response “there has to be another way”, not interested in starting another argument. Besides, Sera had already told her what happens to those who question too much. Instead, she brought up what else was now weighing on her mind. “…I said I wouldn’t forgive him.”

“Hm?” Sera raised an eyebrow.

“I told Adam I wouldn’t forgive him after he came back from the Exterminations.” Emily looked at the ground. “But I want to be able to forgive him. If I refuse to forgive, I’m refusing the idea of people changing.” She squeezed her hands together. “I know he can change. I just don’t want more people to get hurt before then.”

The expression that flashed through Sera’s face was torn and pained. Emily guessed she should get used to loved ones looking at her like that. “I… I do want you to forgive him.” She began. “Though I’m not sure how to feel about your reasoning. People can change, but…” She sighed. “That does not mean they are forgivable.”

Emily grimaced. Why did it have to be so complicated? “Only time will tell.” She hummed. Sera didn’t answer. With a sad glance, Emily made her way past Sera and to her living quarters. She wasn’t going to give in easily. Once Adam got back, they would talk and they would figure things out.

[divider credit]

[goslingclan]

Goslingclan founding members (Moon 0)

Silverstar (Silverfreckle) (90 moons)- An unusually dappled bengal pale gray tom with gray eyes who’s responsible and a great mediator with a keen eye.

Sharpfog (57 moons)- A long furred dark gray agouti tabby she-cat with sage eyes who’s troublesome and a great hunter as well as an incredible runner.

Embertail (90 moons)- A dark ginger mackerel tabby she-cat with blue eyes who’s childish and a great den builder.

Wolfblur (78 moons)- A long furred speckled pale she-cat with blue eyes who’s lonesome and an unusually strong fighter. They are mentoring Burntpaw.

Greenspots (67 moons)- A long furred unusually dappled bengal pale she-cat with green eyes who’s adventurous and has a natural intuition. They are mentoring Rainpaw.

Burntpaw (Burntpetal) (10 moons)- An unusually spotted rosette dark ginger tom with copper eyes who’s confident and quick to help. They are being mentored by Wolfblur.

Rainpaw (Rainshadow) (8 moons)- A long furred dorsal striped black she-cat with dark blue eyes who’s troublesome and quick witted. They are being mentored by Greenspots.

Moonkit (Moonpelt) (4 moons)- A black ticked and white she-cat with one cyan eye and one silver eye who’s charming and quick witted. (This is a blog dedicated to my clangen clan Goslingclan, it will be mostly writing based but I may attempt to draw some art for it) (This post will probably change as I start learning how to properly run this blog :3) (EDITED TO ADD RULES I FORGOT)

Allow mass extinction- ON Allow dead cats to fade- ON Allow cats to breed with cats that aren't their mates- ON Pregnancy ignores biology- OFF Increase same-sex adoption- OFF Allow cats to have kits with unknown cats- ON Allow romantic interest with former mentors- OFF

Allow leader to choose deputies- ON Disable experience based graduations- OFF

[carefreejules]

I wish I had the same motivation level to write something for my OC/Canon ship for Octopath that I did for my Pokemon OC/Canon ship, but remembering how I was treated in the Pokemon yume community, I don't want to touch any yume community with a 10 foot pole. That's also why I don't post about Silverstars nearly as much as I did for Truesmileshipping (even if the Octopath yume scene is pretty small/non-existent from a glance).

If there's anything I've learned and experienced, is that people need to be more honest about whether they're actually OK with doubles or not, because it's better and more mature to just admit that you're not OK with doubles, and you've set those boundaries/catered your space accordingly, than pretend that you're OK with doubles but you're actually holding in a lot of resentment and jealousy towards other doubles, who you claim to be friends with.

Random rant, but it's something that still bothers me to this day because something that I used to love and engage with more freely has been completely ruined by people who took that shit way too seriously and it's just. UGH.

[beneathsilverstars]

✨ my name's silver ✨ she/they/it are all fine ✨ 28 yrs old ✨ ace aro-spec nonbinary lesbian

✨ i work in early childhood ed and postpartum support ✨ i draw, write, sew, and make music

✨ if you want just my art, i reblog it all onto @silverstarsart ✨ my 18+ blog is @sxlvxrstxrs ✨ i have a loopdile sideblog at you guessed it @loopdile ✨ naiakiir on twitter ✨ silverstars on cohost ✨ silversilverstars on art fight ✨ beneathsilverstars on ao3

✨ i tag fandoms, incidentally-nsfw posts (#nsfw text or #nsfw art) and some common cws (to warn for "example" i tag as #example or sometimes #example mention) ✨ i also organize original posts as #silverstarsart, #silverstarsmusic, #silverstarsfic, #silverstarsedits, and personal ramblings as #silverstarschat ✨ my misc original fandomy posts such as meta and jokes are tagged #thoughts and #thoughts about [topic], and my favorite of these are tagged #silver's greatest hits ✨ lmk if you need something else tagged ✨ i love bouncing ideas around and riffing, so please feel free to send asks / reply to my posts / reblog my posts w ur own thoughts ✨ i also love explaining things so i'm usually happy to answer Qs or give advice relating to any of my interests

[warriorsweaver]

THIS JUST IN!

THREE ROLEPLAY THREADS FOR YOU TO READ!!

#1: WHAT WE LOVED IS GONE

#2: THE RED MEANS I LOVE YOU (TW: GORE)

#3: HAPPY FACE

"He felt the swift darkness of death—for the first time, and for eight more."

Silverstar, the pragmatic, stone-cold leader of TalonClan was found decapitated near the StormClan border, and now a stranger claiming to be his long-dead sister has appeared in TalonClan's camp, saying she was, "sent by StarClan to take his place."

"Dovetalon knew it was finally her time to come home, too."

Tensions between the two groups of feral cats were already at a boiling point after a TalonClan warrior died of an infected wound inflicted during a border spat, resulting in the retaliatory murder of a StormClan apprentice.

Finchstar of StormClan faces restless, furious, and terrified Clanmates and must make her next move carefully; lives are on the line.

"Images of Lionpaw washed over Ravensun again, and they felt their heart squeeze. They couldn’t shake his ghost." Meanwhile, Nettleclaw of TalonClan will descend the mountains and journey south to the Whisperstone to receive her new name and nine lives, accompanied only by medicine cat apprentice Petalpaw, who's mentor is none other than StormClan's medicine cat Shadowfeather.

Thanks so much to our moderator Legit for orchestrating these beautifully written threads and this stellar plot! We will greatly miss Silverstar's player Ishe, who left the forum due to irl busyness. Ishe was kind enough to give Legit their blessing to write and share their character's death! ^^

If you're an 18+ RPer interested in getting in on this battle cat soap opera drama, pop on over to (Yet) Another Warriors RP! The full threads are linked at the top of this post :)

Thanks for reading, and have a great night!

[doom-cookie1]

Baldur's Gate 3 Tav Ask List by @euryalex

Gonna be breaking it up into more manageable chunks and going through it as I write the fic/play the game.

Some of my answers contain Major Spoilers for my fic!

Origin & Class

What is their backstory and why did you choose it?

Grew up in slavery in the underdark before escaping after her mother dies and becoming a Selûnite. I designed her specifically to romance Shadowheart and so needed her to have an intimate understanding of the dark and why it's so seductive.

What is their class (+ subclass) and why did you choose it?

Cleric of Selûne, again, because of the Shadowheart thing. Tempest domain, cause I didn't wanna be too cliché with the light domain, and also I just like it.

Do they multiclass? Why (not)?

No, want level 12!

Is there a reason why your Tav starts out as Level 1?

Same as everyone else, got nerfed by the tadpole. She was actually pretty close to becoming a Silverstar before she got abducted.

Does your Tav have family members? Are they close?

She is a distant cousin to Minthara! They will bond. . . .eventually.

Does your Tav have any friends from their past? Are they still friends?

She's on friendly terms with a lot of people, but she never got too close with any of the other kids for fear of caring about someone just to lose them again. Her mentor is very important to her, though!

Does your Tav have connections to other characters (I.e.: NPCs)?

Yes, Minthara! Again, cousins.

Where did your character live before the events of the game?

Her main base was Waterdeep, but she spent most of her time traveling. (Which is why she's never heard of Gale)

Does your Tav have a different class/race/origin than in the game? (I.e.: Your Tav is Aasimar, fisherman backstory …)

Nope! Half drow, acolyte.

What was your Tav like as a child?

Quiet, sad, obedient. Acting out got her mother punished in her stead, so she stayed in line until she could run. As an initiate at the cloister, she focused hard on her studies. She had a lot of catching up to do in terms of basic education, and desperately wanted to prove her devotion to Selûne.

[silverstar-8]

Welcome to my blog!

I'm SilverStar, but just call me Silver. Star is more like a surname than anything.

Proshipper! - Ship and let ship

Rules on this blog:

You can ask me anything, but I'm not taking requests. I've barely return to write anything, so requests would be too much

I'll probably write here only headcanons or just some silly posts, but it might change

If I do headcanons, nsfw will be also included

I dunno what else write in rules right now if I don't do requests, so for now it's all XD

DNI:

Rude comments will be put into hellfire and account blocked

If I don't answer the ask, don't be mad. I don't have to reply to all of this

As I said higher, antis and minors stay away

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Some additional info:

I'm writing a fic self-insert x Lucifer (Hazbin) right now. Probably will publish first chapters soon on ao3. I'll just give the link to ao3 here if I do this (it might be never finished, depends how long my obsession holds. And motivation)

If I decide to write some headcanons with my self-insert, they'll be nonbinary. Like me :D

I'm an artist too, but for now I'm focusing on writing. But I might try to figure out how to draw Lulu (it's hard, never tried this style XD)

Also, maybe in the future I'll do something something more on this blog. But for now Lucifer entered my brain and won't leave

Okay, I think it is all for now! If something changes, I'll just edit this post!

[jessiemcg04]

Welcome to The World of Jafnríki - Masterlist

Hi guys! I'm Jess, 20, from the UK in my 3rd year at Uni studying English Language with Creative Writing.

I'm a fantasy writer of my world Jafrníki, currently DMing a campaign set in The 100-Year-War & I'm planning to write a novel series surrounding an Elven girl called Sariel and her friends, Fargrim (Dwarf), Karl (Gnome), Elijah (Half-Elven), Cade (Human), and Alinar (Consilli Elf).

I'll be posting short stories about my main characters, minor characters and events of Jafnríki, as well as some poems from my world (but these will be infrequent because of coursework but might improve after January as most work will be creative writing)

Below The Map of Jafnríki is my Masterlist! I hope you enjoy The Chronicles of Jafnríki!

Note: Names of the World, Realms, Gods, Seasons, Days of the Week, & Eras are Old Norse words, hence some characters in the words don't exist in the English alphabet.

Jafnríki Calendar System

The Ages of Jafnríki

The Gods of Jafnríki

The Beginning (added 23/11/24)

Sariel & Friends (The brackets are an Elves' child name)

(Kallista) Sariel Nighthowl (Elven Farmer)

Coming Soon

(Nigel) Elijah Elkas (Half-Elven Bard)

Coming Soon

Fargrim Battlehammer (Dwarven Blacksmith)

Coming Soon

Karl Clubfoot (Gnome Monk)

Coming Soon

Cade Tealeaf (Human Tavern Owner)

Coming Soon

(Ascal) Alinar Silverstar (Consilli Elven Artificer)

A Brother's Regret (added 23/11/24)

Poems

The Four Realms (added 23/11/24)

Note: Consilli Elf is an original elven subtype found in Máttrríki (known for their intelligence)

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[doug-lewars]

Difficulties

I have come to the conclusion it is impossible to write the story I would like to write. The problem is complexity. I’m working on a fantasy, a series actually. In it are humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, fairies, Dark Angels, High Sorcerers, vampires, Guardians, the Opposisiton, and a few other groups. Every group, and within them certain individuals, have agendas many of which are in conflict. At any single point in time, each and every group or individual will be doing something which may impact one, some or many others. The problem is, books are linear. True, you can write something like, ‘While Jerry was doing whatever, Wren Silverstar was etc.’ but that covers just a small part of the problem. To do it properly it would be necessary to include dates and times and then everything that was happening group by group, person by person. It might solve the complexity issue but would make for crappy reading. I’ve decided, at least for me, it’s best to take two or three threads at a time and make a book out of them. By reducing the groups and characters active at any one time it makes things manageable although the story may need quite a few additional volumes to reach completion.

[silverpaintedstars]

Well, here’s a first chapter for y’all! Disclaimer it’s a little long, so be prepared for scrolling. I had a lot of fun writing this one

(if you havent read the prologue might wanna do that)

Chapter One: A Meal, An Encounter, and A Walk

He should be dead.

Somehow, though, he was alive.

But it felt like the opposite.

There was the left-over pain from the shadows, and on top of that, his face stung terribly. But he was alive, and he’d take that. Elliot didn’t open his eyes yet, still getting used to the fact that there was more life to live, and how he was going to use it.

It felt like he was laying on grass, or something of the likes. At any rate it was quiet, and he needed this moment of peace. He was lucky to snag them whenever he could, few and far between.

Finally he groaned and wrenched his eyes open. Grey sky greeted him overhead. He was laying on damp brush, rough and overgrown. Not too far from his original guess. A few trees dotted the land around, but he saw no other living form on this desolate wasteland.

Mustering all his energy, he slowly sat up, his head throbbing from the effort. He still had his traveling cloak over his shoulders, but whoever had put him here didn’t think to give him a bag or something?

Whoever had put him here…

Elliot looked around, then yelped.

On a rather large rock to his left, a black-clad figure sat, watching him. He wore a rather curious black mask around his eyes. A few strands of white hair peeked out from under his black hood. A scarf waved in the breeze, and a sword was buckled at his side.

All in all, he looked quite impressive, and like he could kill Elliot any second.

The black-cloaked young man quirked a small smile, his eyes completely concealed so Elliot couldn’t see any emotion from there. Clearly he knew Elliot had seen him but made no move towards his sword.

Elliot remained perfectly still, eyes wide and heart thumping. Did this person bring him here? Or simply stumble upon him? Not knowing made him feel even more helpless.

After a moment of the two staring at each other, the young man deftly hopped off his rock and strode towards Elliot, quickly closing the few yards between them. His boots flattened the tall grass, forming a temporary path.

Elliot swallowed, knowing he should run, but he was half curious what this stranger wanted, plus he doubted he could run faster.

The stranger stopped right in front of Elliot, who was still on the ground, staring up at him.

What he could see of his face betrayed no emotion as he reached a hand down, in the direction of his sheathed sword.

Elliot squeezed his eyes shut, frantically trying to shuffle back in the process. But when he heard no telltale shhhk of the weapon being drawn, he cautiously opened his eyes again.

A grey-gloved hand was outstretched in front of him.

Confused, ELliot looked back up at the stranger, who nodded his head towards his hand.

After a moment's hesitation, Ellliot limply grabbed it, his joints popping as the stranger pulled him to standing. Elliot dusted himself off, wobbling a bit. His face still hurt and he was terribly sore, but it was something he could bear to live with.

“Careful, traveler. Might get stepped on down there,” the stranger said. His voice didn’t quite match the rest of his outward appearance. Lower, a little hesitant but still confident. Elliot didn’t yet know if he could trust this stranger, but a part of him very much wanted to.

“Uh--em--tha-thank you,” Elliot warbled out, rubbing at his hands.

The stranger tipped his head slightly to the left. “And you are welcome.”

“Wh-who are you?” Elliot asked, knowing that stereotypical question had to be asked at some point.

“Around here you can call me Reaper.”

Elliot blinked. “Around here?”

“Yes.” He offered no further explanation. “I trust you are in need of food?”

Elliot hadn’t gotten there in his train of thought yet, but when it came around he found he was quite ready to board the car of food. His stomach grumbled hard when he found that inside this car were piles of food-breads, fruits, soups, and sweets. “Yes,” he said aloud, adding a hasty, ‘sir,” because it sounded safer.

Reaper smiled, pulling a wrapped parcel out of a bag hidden under his cloak. Inside were contents that added more memories to his car of food. A loaf of bread with a bit already broken off, a chunk of cheese, and an apple. He sat on the hard ground in one swift motion, crossing his legs underneath him and spreading the food on the paper, placing it on the ground.

Elliot clumsily sat across from Reaper, hungrily eying the food as more items filled his car as he looked at them.

Reaper tilted his head, as if studying him. “Go on.”

Elliot grabbed at the bread, tearing a hunk off and stuffing it in his mouth. He tried to go slow, act like he had some idea of manners, but the food tasted so good in comparison to what he was used to. Fresh bread--a rare thing for him. He was more used to barren soups, thin, watery things. This tasted a thousand times better, and Elliot felt himself feeling a sense of peace--despite dining with a stranger.

“So tell me,” Reaper said, watching Elliot eat, “how a High Elf like you wound up sixty miles from Orlem.”

He was that far away?

Elliot glanced down at his left hand, which bore the mark of a High Elf--black swirls along the side. He rubbed it. “I don’t know,” he said truthfully. So then, Reaper hadn’t brought him here? Just...found him? He reached for the apple and took a meek bite, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

“Quite a scar,” Reaper said after a few more minutes of almost quiet, save Elliot’s chewing.

Elliot trailed a finger along the ridge, not trusting himself to be able to say anything. He ducked his head, letting his long hair hang over his face. He had finished eating and stared down at the ground, his head aching not just from physical wounds, but from memories triggered by it. Terrible memories. He willed them away, but it didn’t really go away. Just retreated until another vulnerable moment.

Why was he here? He was certain his father--no, the king--had killed him. He didn’t deserve the title father anymore. Elliot could bear king but not father.

And who was Reaper? Why was a random stranger being so kind to this small Elf boy? Elliot didn’t deserve this. He’d never even had someone really be nice to him before. Except Moss. But she was gone.

“Wh-where are we?” he asked Reaper, dragging himself out from his maze of thoughts.

“About a mile from Holden,” Reaper answered.

Holden. A town. Elliot had never been there, his few leavings of Orlem, the capital of Lucero, north rather than east, where Holden lay. He’d studied the geography of Lucero and the neighboring kingdoms, Chexon and Andromarche, before, so he vaguely knew the rough area.

What was so important about Holden? Was there a reason he had woken up here? Or was it simply...more convenient? He could think of plenty of wasteland around Orlem that would’ve suited the same need, but was closer.

“So…” Elliot started, trying to order his thoughts. “You--found me?”

Reaper nodded. “I was headed to Holden and came upon you. I couldn’t exactly leave someone in your, ah, condition.” For some reason Elliot got the feeling he didn’t mean his wounds.

Reaper rubbed his neck in an almost grabbing way. “To put it this way--most you meet will not sympathize with you. Since Loot has the throne, life has been difficult for most people, from cause of Elves.”

Oh. Elliot let that sink in. Because...of his father, people just associated elves with bad? And Reaper didn’t even know his father was the king.

“You’re lucky I found you,” Reaper added, snapping a twig in his gloved hands and making Elliot jump.

The world suddenly seemed a very messy place, and he’d been thrust in headfirst with no warning. He wasn’t quite sure what to do or say, so he just took another bite of bread.

“Now I know you probably don’t completely trust me,” Reaper continued, “and you just met me twenty or so minutes ago, but we can’t stay here very long. Benedons roam these parts, but the closer we move to Holden, the safer we are.”

Elliot definitely didn’t want to have to encounter a Benedon, a fanged, sharp-clawed creature. And there was a part that desperately wanted to trust Reaper. If he’d wanted to kill him, he could’ve. Elliot didn’t doubt that. But he hadn’t--and he’d given him food. So he had at least one good reason to trust him. But was it enough? He didn’t know who lay behind the mask. For all he knew, they were nowhere near Holden and Reaper was really leading him to his death.

He could never know.

But there was only one way to truly be sure.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll go.”

“Good,” Reaper said, looking around. “Because I doubt you have a choice.” He looked back at Elliot. “Rest a while longer--you don’t yet look strong. Then we will leave.”

Elliot nodded, wondering how he was supposed to rest.

Turns out he didn’t have to think about it, for he lay back in the grass and promptly fell asleep.

He woke up some time later to see Reaper anxiously studying the sky, where the grey had grown darker. He hadn’t noticed Elliot was awake.

Slowly he sat up, rubbing the cloud from his eyes and head. Reaper looked over and saw him. “Good, you’re awake,” he said. “We should be off. If it stays clear we should make it before nightfall, but it looks like storms. Though I know a shelter if we need it.”

Elliot listened to his words in silence. When Reaper had finished he made his way to standing with an amount of effort. His legs were sore and his head began to hurt again, but he made it. Reaper nodded.

“You seem well enough to walk. You feel so?” he asked, shifting the sword scabbard around his waist.

“I-I think so,” Elliot repeated, trying to convince himself that the words were true.

“Then off we will be,” Reaper replied with a readiness to his voice that Elliot couldn’t quite match.

They began to walk east, though it was hard to tell with the clouded sky, but Reaper seemed to know the direction, which didn’t really surprise Elliot. His strength still was weak, but he managed to get in a groove to walk, heaving breaths but refusing to ask for a rest, wanting to prove he could do this.

Yeah, well, he wasn't convincing himself.

At all.

They walked in silence, Reaper still kept looking at the sky, making Elliot start to worry himself if they would get caught in the rain. They had been walking for about forty-five minutes when Elliot felt it.

A drop of wet.

At first he thought it was a bead of sweat from how hard he was pushing himself, but when he felt another, he looked up, confused. Another drop hit him right between the eyes. “Um-eh-Reaper?” he said in a quiet tone. Reaper didn’t hear him. “R-reaper?”

Reaper looked at him. “Yes?” He wouldn’t feel the rain with his hood and cloak, Elliot figured.

Elliot opened his mouth to speak, when the whole sky opened up. He was drenched in approximately twenty one seconds.

Reaper let out a frustrated huff of air, the first time Elliot saw him drop the calm facade. “Come on--there’s a place just over this next way.”

“How far?” Elliot asked, but was lost in the torrent. He followed Reaper, almost running in the rain. His cloak was soaked through, his hair dripping rain in his eyes. He could barely see ten feet ahead of him, but he could see Reaper’s scarf, and followed that blindly like a lighthouse on a ravaging sea.

He squinted, rainwater running into his eyes and his strength almost completely gone, but if Reaper promised shelter--he would push himself as much as he could to get to it and out of this rain.

Finally he saw a blur of yellow. He wiped his eyes and it focused into a small building that was just coming into view from behind a small hill. “I-is that it?” he had to pretty much shout to Reaper over the wet.

“Yes,” Reaper called back. “We will stop there.”

Elliot let out a breath of relief. Finally, he could rest. He could stop and maybe, just maybe, feel safe. Of course, that was making a rather large assumption, but one could dream, couldn’t they? If you weren’t even safe enough to dream, then you were truly cut off from your largest freedom.

Then a crack of lightning struck somewhere close and he jumped, knocked from his thoughts yet again, remembering that he was still in the middle of a storm.

The building--or whatever--was closer now, and thanks to the light from within, he could make out Reaper, the clouds completely snuffing out the natural light. It wasn’t quite nighttime yet, but it was darkening towards it.

Elliot wrapped his dripping cloak around himself, utterly miserable in the wet, feeling like a cat out here. Finally, finally, he and Reaper stepped onto the small porch of the shack, sheltered after what felt like an eternity.

Reaper threw his soaked hood back, his white-grey hair also dripping into his black mask, but he kept that on. “We may have to stay here through the night,” he told Elliot, looking out at the desolate, wet land around. “Walking around in this isn’t quite my fancy, though we are not far from Holden.”

Elliot only nodded, trying to peer through one of the windows that opened onto the porch, but there was a cloth thrown across it on the inside, blocking his view. “What is this place?” he asked Reaper.

“Think of it like an inn for us...vagabonds,” Reaper said. “But less ravish.”

“Oh.” Vagabonds? Was he considered that now? Reaper definitely fit that category, at least from the time he’d known him. But he wouldn’t have labeled himself one before, but maybe now.

“Well then,” Reaper said, wringing the end of his cloak off and dripping into small puddles on the ground, “shall we go inside?”

Elliot definitely had no idea what to expect in this ‘inn for vagabonds’, in Reaper’s terms. But he supposed he would have no idea what to expect of anything he encountered from here on out.

“I-I guess we will,” he said, swallowing and moistening his throat, ironically enough the only part that seemed dry.

Reaper opened the wooden door, and it whined on the hinges. Then he and Elliot stepped inside, out of the external terrors, and into the internal mysteries.

[leyartser]

@moxidi-fanarts-and-sketches‘s Ocartober day 11

Improvement

I wanted to show off one of the redesigns I’ve been busy with ^_^

[silverstar93]

So I’m entering a new campaign at work today and I’m kinda bummed because there hardly was any work in my previous campaign lol...

Anyhoo, I’m trying to blog more and more on here. 

[liminal-psych]

First impressions of Arthurian lore, part 2 (again copied from my Facebook posts because I only just started using Tumblr again, this one’s from Nov 25th):

Reading up on Arthurian legend, and…

There are surprisingly few resources of any kind out there on the development of the stories themselves. No books for public consumption, just expensive textbooks and research papers.

Plenty of books retelling the legends in one way or another. Plenty of books on ”who was the real King Arthur / where is the real Camelot” etc, trying to determine historical basis for the stories. Some pagany stuff deriving spirituality and magic from Arthurian lore.

But way fewer other resources than I expected.

And my (rather advanced, thank you) Google skills failed to find me a recommendations list for translations of the various source texts. Which just seems strange. Do people just not engage with the source material with Arthurian legend? Is it just endless derivations and fanfic of fanfic of fanfic? This is not bad, this is fascinating, but it’s also very weird to me.

(More recently, since originally writing this, I have learned that people are still engaging with the source material, but it’s apparently just “10 gay people on Tumblr” doing so, to quote oldtvandcomics.)

And way fewer Facebook groups than I expected. I found one, the Arthurian Society, which I finally posted to asking for translation recommendations and resource recommendations. They were very very helpful.

(Note: More recently I have discovered that apparently the place for resources on getting started with Arthurian lit is Tumblr, of all places.)

It looks like the Camelot Project will be where I exist from now on while I’m in this hyperfocus. I’ve barely scratched the surface of it but it’s already super helpful.

I was resisting the urge to make the resource I’m looking for, a timeline of what characters and lore elements were developed when and by whom. I’m going to take notes as I read through the source material and try to make it for myself, whether or not I share it publicly in any form. I begin to see why people haven’t done so, though, as it is *complex*.

So what do I read first? I want to start at the beginning. But that’s harder to figure out than you might think.

At the start, we’ve got 1138, Geoffrey of Monmouth’s History of the Kings of Britain. That’s the true “beginning” of Arthurian literature.

But if we want to look back further, Geoffrey’s sources were Gildas's sixth century De Excidio Brittaniae (On the Ruin of Britain) and Nennius's ninth century Historia Brittonum (History of the Britons). Gildas gave us Vortigern and Aurelius Ambrosius. Nennius gave us Saxon chieftains Hengest and Horsa, was the first to mention "Arthur the soldier," the "dux bellorum" (leader of battles), and also gives us a fellow named Ambrosius, who uncovers two fighting dragons under the foundation of his tower and prophesies the political future of Britain (sound familiar? Geoffrey incorporates him into the History as “Merlin Ambrosius”). Plus probably a bunch of Welsh material that Geoffrey never cites, for more on Merlin and Arthur.

Resources before Geoffrey are just brief mentions of Arthur. Merlin, on the other hand, has a wealth of pre-Galfridian material.

In addition to the History, Geoffrey also wrote two pieces about Merlin: Prophetiae Merlini (which was used for long afterwards by British politics in the same way as people have referenced Nostradamus, to attempt to predict or legitimize political events by saying it was predicted by Prophetiae Merlini), and Vita Merlini, a poem about Merlin’s life.

There’s Merlin Ambrosius of Nennius’s writing, and then there’s the Myrddin of early Welsh poetry. He gets called Merlin Silverstar at times to differentiate from Merlin Ambrosius, though you might have guessed that the two got merged into one figure pretty quick, the Merlin we now know of in modern Arthurian lore.

Then there are these six Welsh poems. The manuscripts that the poems are found in post-date Vita Merlini by over 100 years, but Welsh linguists have used orthographic evidence to show that the poems themselves are decidedly older than the manuscript, and may predate Geoffrey’s work as a result.

The poems are “Yr Afallennau" (The Apple Trees), "Yr Oianau" (The Greetings), "Ymddiddan Myrddin a Thaliesin" (The Dialogue of Myrddin and Taliesin), "Cyfoesi Myrddin a Gwenddydd ei Chwaer" (The Conversation of Myrddin and his Sister Gwenddydd), "Gwasgargerdd Fyrddin yn y Bedd" (The Diffused Song of Myrddin in the Grave), and "Peirian Faban" (Commanding Youth).

(When we say “poems” in this period of literature, we’re talking stuff like Beowulf. Novella length stuff. 50, 100 pages of lengthy lines and the like. So these are small books in their own right.)

And then of course there’s the Mabinogion, which was compiled into a manuscript much later than Geoffrey’s time but comes from earlier Welsh oral traditions which likely predate Geoffrey. There are apparently elements of the Mabinogion that are in Arthurian legends.

So do I start with the Mabinogion? The six Welsh poems about Merlin? Nennius and Gildas? Or Geoffrey of Monmouth?

Probably gonna start with Geoffrey, because it’s easy enough to find, and in fact free on the Camelot Project (though the formatting may drive me mad and lead me to get an ebook translation, apparently the Penguin Classics version is perfectly fine.

[shattered-catalyst]

//Im sick I think and one time @juliansrichter was sick too and Catalyst had no flaming idea what to do. So I drabbled it out for cute. Plus I really want the soup Rictor is making in this. My coworker gave me some a few weeks ago with chiles from her home town that she brought all the way from Mexico. It was so fucking good. I may try making some over the weekend.

Julian is juliansrichter this is a fan drabble take my fan love Julian!

It all started one day with a sniffle, and that escalated to a cough.

Catalyst had initially thought Julian was fine. Obviously, otherwise Rictor and Shatterstar would have looked worried. But the coughing became deeper and raspier. The sniffles louder. Hovering near Julian’s side of the room he watched his brother burrow deeper under the blankets, trembling slightly. “Julian??” Fingers grazing the blankets nervously.

No answer.

“Julian??” He inches closer, crouching by the bed hand gingerly touching where he thought Julian’s head was. “Star??”

A grunt and a groan later, Julian Silverstar Richter’s head emerged. Curls scattering as he glared at that stupid stupid face. “Wut?”

“Are you, alright?? You seem very cold....”

“M’ sick ah tink.” 

Eyes wide Catalyst was on his feet and out the door before Julian could grab him.

“Papa!!! Father!! Julian is ill!!!”

Four hours later Cat’s still hovering by the couch where Julian was sprawled out. Buried under five heavy blankets. There were mutters of ‘stop staring at me thats creepy’ and ‘im not dying stop’. But otherwise Catalyst just kept up a vigil. 

Nervous. How sick was sick?? Was it very badly sick?? Or common cold like in commercials sick?? Either way he didn’t like how Julian had shivered until the cold medicine had taken affect. Or the way he had coughed and his voice was all scratchy and rough. Not smooth like he knew it was. Fumbling with the knitting needles he ties off another mitten for Julian. Now if his hands got cold he’d-

“god- dammit! cat m’ not gunna deh!” Julian groaned, one eye peeking open. “papaaaa make f‘ea ‘eaavee me a’onnee”

“Julian, I made you mittens are your hands col-”

“He has a cold, flea! He isnt dying! Come help with this soup.” Rictor’s voice called from the kitchen. “You’ve been hovering in there all day!”

“Do not worry Julian I have been reassured by papa this chicken and chile soup is a potent cure.” 

 Popping into the kitchen he leaned up on his toes to see into the big pot on the stove. Chicken simmering and breaking apart in chunks. Coriander, garlic, onion,chiles, and corn simmering alongside it in the broth. It smelled fantastic and he couldn’t wait to try some too. There was enough here for an army.

“Ah! Back! Its not finished yet!” Dodging a spoon Cat jostled jovially against Rictor before the older man hip checked him away from the stove. “Get the dishes cleaned up.”