#starlit nymph

[nymfey]

@caniasfire ✵ closed starter.

The night air is soft, almost tender, caressing the nymph’s skin like a silken veil.    Above her, the stars are scattered across the sky in dizzying numbers, bright and ancient, gazing down with a kind of detached beauty.    Their light catches on the water nearby, shimmering on the surface like scattered pearls, giving the whole scene a quality that feels almost enchanted—if she closes her eyes, she can almost pretend she’s back in the Feywild, by one of the crystal lakes, with no strange tadpole coiled in her mind, no ominous threat clouding her days.

She takes a slow breath, inhaling the earthy, floral smoke from the wooden pipe between her lips.    The herb is familiar, a gift from home that somehow steadies her pulse and warms her bones, soothing the chill of worry that’s been creeping into her heart since Lae’zel’s grave words of urgency.    She feels the gentle buzz start to settle behind her eyes, softening the edges of her fears, but only slightly.    The ache remains, heavy and persistent—a dull longing for the Feywild, for the safety of that untouched world, far away from parasites and mortal bodies and the strange, sharp edges of this realm.    Her finger lifts again, ready to spark a tiny flame at the tip to reignite the pipe’s dwindling ember, when movement catches the corner of her vision.

She glances over, and her lips curl into a welcoming smile as she spots Amay approaching the water, his figure outlined against the starlit shadows.    There’s something unique about him, a quality that makes him look as if he, too, could belong in the wild places between worlds.    She’d never seen a tiefling with green skin before, and in a strange way, it reminds her of the moss that clings to ancient stones, of sunlit leaves and forest mysteries.   

❛ Amay! ❜    Her voice lilts with a bright cheerfulness, belying the twisting anxiety she’s been trying to soothe away.    She sits up a little straighter, brushing her pink bangs away from her eyes, and gestures him over with a lazy wave of her hand.    ❛ I didn’t think anyone was still awake. ❜    There’s a heartbeat of hesitation before she looks down at the pipe in her hand, and then, in an impulsive gesture, she holds it out to him.    The wood is pale, almost silvery, carved from a tree that doesn’t exist in this realm.    Faint runes are etched along its length, symbols of protection and growth, small reminders of her home.    She doesn’t know if he’ll recognize the offer—if he even partakes in such things—but it feels right to share it with him, to offer him this small piece of herself.

❛ Would you like to partake? ❜    She hesitates before continuing, her gaze drifting to the pipe as if the words she’s about to say are fragile, like the delicate petals of a flower.    ❛ It comes from . . .   my village, ❜    she offers, though the words feel strange in her mouth, not quite fitting.    Her village—no, not exactly.    Her home, though she can’t quite explain it all, not here, not yet.    She quickly smooths over her momentary pause with a smile, shifting back into her usual brightness.    ❛ We call it ard, ❜    she explains, her accent lending a musical lilt to the foreign word.    ❛ It’s a magical plant that reduces stress levels and makes you feel, how do you say—❜    She searches for the word, letting her gaze drift thoughtfully toward the stars, then finds it.    ❛ Euphoric. ❜    She says it like it’s a spell, letting it linger in the cool night air between them.

Her eyes, golden and soft, study his face, her expression open.    She wants to tell him more, to let the truth spill out—that she’s afraid, that she aches for her world and doesn’t know if she’ll ever see it again.    But she holds back, keeping her tone light, almost teasing, as she gives him a wry smile.    ❛ And I don’t know about you, but I really need that right now. ❜

[oh-no-another-idea]

seven silly questions tag

Tagged ages ago by @starlit-hopes-and-dreams -- thank you! This looks like a fun one :D

First messaging app: Golly. I have no idea. I didn't message much as a kid, and then it would've been some texting app on a dumb phone

Pickles yes or no: HUGE YES if they're not sweet. HUGE NO if they're sweet >:(

Favorite mythical creature: I think I'd have to say dragons, but runner ups are selkies, pegasi, and woodland nymphs ;)

Longest book series you've read: Hmm, maybe the Boxcar Children, or the Thoroughbred series...

Playstation, xbox, or nintendo controller layout: Fun fact! My mother was anti video game when I was growing up, so I barely understand this question lol. I played a lot of xbox I think at a friend's house, and now we have a really old mario bros nintendo that we get out on a rare occasion. there lies my tiny expertise!

Best time to get out of bed: After 10am when your sleep cycle is at a point for you to wake up slowly and naturally from a dream so good you wanna keep writing it even after you're conscious!

Did you ever have a tamagotchi: nope! This likely fell into the video games category according to my mom...oh well :)

OPEN TAG, and also @sleepyowlwrites @sleepy-night-child @eccaiia and @mysticstarlightduck <3

[kodentsimp]

AETHER X Y/N

In which Aether isn't looking for his lost twin and belongs in the world of teyvat no paimon

in the enchanting world of teyvat, there lived a dashing young hero named Aether and a captivating, strong-willed heroine named Y/N. Their paths had rarely crossed, until one fateful day when they found themselves caught in an unexpected adventure. It all began when a mysterious artifact, the Nymph's Dream, was stolen from the royal palace. Both Aether and Y/n, driven by their burning curiosity and sense of justice, independently embarked on a quest to retrieve it and restore balance to the kingdom. Little did they know that their destinies were about to intertwine in ways they never imagined. Under the starlit sky, Aether and Y/N coincidentally found themselves at the entrance of a long-forgotten temple. Intrigued by the possibilities, they decided to venture inside together. The temple, shrouded in secrets and anticipation, seemed to have a mind of its own, slowly drawing them closer with every step. As they delved deeper into the ancient corridors, their connection grew stronger. Their eyes locked in a moment of shared vulnerability, and the silence between them spoke volumes. Their hands brushed against each other, sending electric sparks and igniting an irresistible chemistry neither could deny. The undeniable tension fueled their determination to uncover the truth behind the stolen artifact. In their shared quest, they encountered many challenges - treacherous puzzles, dangerous traps, and daunting adversaries. But together, they were unstoppable. Their strengths complemented each other perfectly, and their trust in one another grew with every obstacle overcome. As their journey neared its climax, a profound connection blossomed between Aether and Y/n. One evening, while resting by a campfire, their hearts beat in harmony. The flickering flames illuminated the depth of their feelings, and they couldn't resist the magnetic pull any longer. In a blaze of passion, they succumbed to the force that had been building between them all along. Their bodies intertwined, exploring the depths of their desires, surrendering to a wave of pleasure they could no longer resist. In each other's arms, they found solace, ecstasy, and a connection that transcended the physical realm. But their love affair was not just driven by lust; it was rooted in a profound emotional connection. They shared stolen glances, whispered secrets, and tender kisses that held promises of a future beyond this enchanting adventure. Through their passion-filled moments, Aether and Y/n discovered an unbreakable bond, their love intertwining their destinies forever.

And so, as they triumphantly retrieved the stolen Nymph's Dream and returned it to its rightful place, their hearts beat as one. United by love, they emerged from the temple, ready to face a new chapter of their lives together. With their worlds forever changed, Aether and Y/n would forever be remembered as heroes who not only saved the kingdom but also found a love that would withstand the test of time.

Note: I have no clue what I just wrote but my brain juice has ran out

[rk099]

Stellar Stories: Tales from the Night Sky's Constellations

The night sky has been a canvas of imagination for humanity throughout history, with stars forming intricate patterns that have inspired countless myths and stories. Among these celestial tapestries, constellations stand out as timeless storytellers, each bearing its own unique narrative. Let's embark on a celestial journey as we explore the captivating tales woven into the fabric of the night sky.

1. Orion the Hunter: A Tale of Valor and Love

Orion, a prominent winter constellation, is often depicted as a mighty hunter. In Greek mythology, Orion was a skilled and boastful hunter who fell in love with the beautiful Pleiades, seven sisters transformed into doves. The story unfolds with Orion's pursuit of these elusive sisters, capturing the essence of both love and determination amidst the twinkling stars.

2. Cassiopeia's Vanity: A Lesson in Humility

Cassiopeia, a constellation shaped like a distinctive "W" or "M," depending on its position in the night sky, is associated with a queen from Greek mythology. Cassiopeia's vanity and pride led to her punishment, being forced to spend half her time upside down in the heavens—a celestial reminder of the consequences of arrogance.

3. Perseus and the Gorgon: Triumph Over Adversity

Perseus, another hero of Greek mythology, is immortalized in the night sky for his heroic feat of slaying the Gorgon Medusa. The constellation showcases Perseus holding the severed head of Medusa, an emblem of overcoming challenges through courage and resourcefulness.

4. Draco the Dragon: Guardian of the Celestial Poles

Draco, a constellation resembling a dragon, winds its way through the northern sky. In various cultures, dragons symbolize different things, from guardianship to chaos. In the night sky, Draco appears to guard the celestial poles, adding an element of mystery and mythology to its celestial presence.

5. Ursa Major and Ursa Minor: Bears in the Northern Sky

The Big Dipper, part of Ursa Major, and the Little Dipper, part of Ursa Minor, are well-known constellations that have inspired stories across cultures. In Native American folklore, the Big Dipper represents a bear, while in Greek mythology, the two dippers are associated with the nymph Callisto and her son Arcas, transformed into bears by the jealous goddess Hera.

6. The Zodiac: Celestial Pathways of Mythology

The twelve constellations of the zodiac each carry their own symbolic significance. From the adventurous Aries to the sensitive Pisces, these constellations have been linked to astrological beliefs and personality traits. Exploring the zodiac adds another layer of storytelling to the night sky, connecting the stars to our daily lives.

As we gaze up at the night sky, these stellar stories come alive, transcending time and culture. The constellations serve as a testament to the human desire to find meaning in the cosmos, offering a timeless connection between the mysteries of the universe and the stories that shape our understanding of it. So, the next time you find yourself under a starlit canopy, remember that above you lies not just a celestial display but a tapestry of stories waiting to be discovered.

[blackwaxidol]

i do not necessarily say that the late Vale Se's lover wanders Sol reborn in the Light as Valin Who-Was-Vale-Se now does but, perhaps...

as Valin meanders, quite gracefully, through broken and disconnected crystalline pathways deep within the Dreaming City—he is accosted by a pretty, starlit nymph of a man who grasps the front of his greatcoat and asks, desperate, to know why he feels Valin's absence like a hole in his heart when they have never met before.

Valin could admire every facet of the man's face, and he does so, gladly... but beyond the strangest sense of déjà vu, he could not recognise him.

[deviline]

The Lord Dramon Harlaw sat beside her on the hill, and his mouth was sour with old wine and the leavings of richer, sweeter things. Dates, and the sweet persimmon of other women. He would have to give them up, he supposed, she had once heard him say half-deep in his cups, if he was to be a bridegroom.   (  A   jest —   he well knew he would be ever bound to salt wife as much as to his promised rock wife— should he marry her, the lady Umber, not even half iron born, her mother, half ironborn herself— how could he ever, join blood with a daughter of the north? How could he make himself a rock wife out of ice and snow? )   But at least she was pretty, this girl left like an offering on a hill overlooking Blackwater Bay; and inexplicably, he felt pity for her.

“I could marry you,” the lord said, after a while. They were watching the birds wheel overhead, and in the brightening morning he could see where the paint on her face had smeared. She was made up like a bride already, he thought, always had been so, tall and fair and ravishing, with haunting, starlit eyes — but there was something menacing in her beauty — something cold and ancient, a summons to the old blood of the giant, to the sacred blood of the lands of always winter far beyond the wall, where the great Hors Umber had once long dwelt . The jewel of the north too long a time they had called her in the dark lands of her lord father, he had been told, she knows-- the bride of death — her hair black as the moonless sky, and wet with dew, like something risen out of the sea — sea nymph he had called her once; siren.

The lady, on this hill overlooking Blackwater Bay, was at least so fair.

“so I am told—” the lady said plainly, her voice like marble, and she fell silent again. Finally, after a long silence, she said, “I would like that.” a lie; duty, no more than your duty, Harkon had called it, and before him, lord Father, her lady mother-- they are gone now, their shadows blot out the sky above her-- but she is still here.

The lord Harlaw blinked. It had been a long time since he was surprised.

“Are you sure?” he asked, only a formality; she well knew, even if she refused him, she truly had no real choice.

She was very pretty, the girl on a hill.

The lady Umber, with her starlit eyes and all the rushing ice-rivers of her dark, ancient lands in her blood, with her fair, haunting face, and the dew wet on her hair, her cheek, her hand—said with the dignity befitting an old goddess, “May it be, according to your will.” and wordlessly, he had left her then, and as he rose to his feet, tall — too tall, taller than her lord Father even — she had felt something deep within her heart turn to ice — turn to stone. 

She had not turned her face to him, had not watched him walk away.

She sat there, then. With the starlight crowning her dark hair and the moon in her bitter smile; she sat there, cold and unmoving, carrying a grief too heavy, too old — until she felt it drown her — until she and it both were ruined; unrecognazible.

[horsesfromthemoon]

Some babies I got some time ago and finally got to show off a little ~

Meet Starlit Nymph and Perfect Porcelain, Glassy’s cousins on her father’s side, both are very important in her backstory. 

Starlit Nymph (on the left) was adopted from the amazing @vividfizz and I’m in love with her ok that’s it -SHOT- This lady also is a part of the Orchestra as a makeup artist and costume designer. Her talent is adaptability, which led her through many paths and also helped her and her sister surviving Sombra’s reign. She now experiments with her talent the creative way, enjoying to deal with restrictions and constraints of the show, enhancing her inspiration to do her best with what she is given, this is how adaptability expresses for her. Perfect Porcelain (on the right lol) was adopted from Tinuleaf on DA but it was a resell so I don’t know who the original designer is sadly, I will ask her sometimes. Porcellana (how she is mainly called) is 5 years younger than Nymph (Nymph is 27, Lana is 22) and is a ballerina (I need to do her cutie mark). She was very close to Glassy when they were children due to their shared passion, and the two reunited after Sombra, they helped each other to stand up again meaningful ways. Right after Sombra’s fall, she volunteered as a nurse and is now taking care of a certain pack of misfits. 

As humans, their ethnicity is Italian, like Glassy’s father, Finaletto. I’m going to design him and her mother (Ingénue) soon I think. 

[mleighsquickspot]

Nymph Stars

Dance, shoot, streak across the sky's

Burn bright, guardians of the open Heavens

Colors demonstrate the essence of their powers

Four elements, kept sacred inside them

Spirits, sprites, hide among the nebula

Sit beside the dying light of stars of old

Give birth to the pulsar, blackhole or dwarf that will take a past place

Your laughs are the flickering beams

Your tears are the stellar showers

Your joy is a crystal night when all can be seen

Your anger is a sky bathed I clouds

Forget not these beings amongst the night

Remember the moon is not alone

The constellations, beloved pets and mates to such beings calling the stars their homes...

@starlitpoems

image: The Pleiads - when they were pursued by the lustful giant ...

Let me know what you think and pass the thought along.

[bebemoon]

outfit masterlist~

22.o3.22

evil winx club

urban + solitude 

cream + fresh + cherry

alien

modern medusa

ice + moon + curse

gentle witch of the wood

fire + sun + deity

swim practice

budding mage

hemithea aestivaria moth

light-dappled

silver galleon centrepiece

“the girl who became a knight”

night-clubbing in an alien metropolis

spring tea in the garden

cupid (princesscore version)

“the nymph of the garden“

waking in the middle of a stormy night to explore the castle corridors ..

“aphrodite wants everyone to remember she is a goddess of war too”

“going shopping in an ancient carthaginian market”

star + angel + light + silver

“starlit prom in late june”

the goblin king queen

“exploring a marketplace on an alien world”

“catching a train and leaving your old life behind”

“blush pink city romance”

“autumn elopement with a ghost”

“eating your heart out"

“cinderella at a high school dance”

aunt spiker

poe dameron 

“visiting a garden in late july”

“ancient queen sleeping under a misty hill”

“binge-watching bad television with a tub of ice cream”

disco vampire

“dancer on the edge” 

milkmaid

“new office job and i am barely holding it together”

“sleek bacchante” 

“winx club meets euphoria”

“tropical holiday on crystal, clear waters”

“early morning delicate beauty”

snowdrop + black licorice

“attending your lover’s execution”

“living in a stone cottage by the stormy sea”

“getting to know the vampires of southern italy”

forgotten rococo porcelain doll 

thomasin

“rococo-inspired femme fatale“

“watching the slaughter of trojans and strong-greaved achaeans from the walls alongside helen“ 

“dragon hunting in the fjords” 

shieldmaiden

“spring in genovia”

“blood moon witch” 

“the illicit daughter of a romanov grand duchess and rasputin“ 

elizabeth báthory 

“disappearing into the mountains to never be seen again” 

“wlw victorian lady who lives in a cottage with her gf” 

“gilded age heiress with a rebellious streak and sapphic tendencies” 

“siren who swims in silver waters in a snowy land” 

“attending a princess’ baptism (self-invited)” 

blind date on the moon 

anna pavlova

“femme fatale monster-killer from an alternate reality” 

“taking a walk on a foggy black sand beach” 

“juno the mafia daughter”

“artist who speaks to fairies” 

padmé naberrie 

“grimoire librarian” 

“ana mendieta’s ‘silueta’ series” 

ofelia/princess moanna

[shyrose57]

(Starlit Boutique)

What are some people’s thoughts on Tommy’s species before they find out he’s not a fae? Because certainly not everyone thought he was a fae, even though the majority did.

Well, as you said, the majority voted for fae. There were a few who guessed selkie, or naiad too, a couple who figured forest spirit/nymph. From there it was just a bunch of individual guesses though.

[missdawnandherdusk]

the lakes

Draco Malfoy X Reader

Request: @youareinllve​: Imagine spending summer break at the Malfoy manor and you realize that this is the first time in a while that draco seems like a kid again, with no pressure from his family or Voldemort or the death eaters, just draco, your draco again, just having fun in a lake. (also see the lakes)

A/N: So I think this is the softest thing that I’ve ever written in my life and that’s saying something (especially for those of you who have been around for a while). It also has brilliant cadence, so if you can, read it aloud: it’s that much more enchanting if you can. By no means will this always be how I write, because it is more poetic than prose, but I don’t mind doing it now and against especially with a muse like folklore. Let me know what you think! Seriously, I thrive on y’all feedback/comments/reblogs.

There were few days that I could call my own. The days when no one expected me to sit this way, talk that way, act perfectly. I could be young. I could be free. I could be loved. I could be with him.

There were few days that I could call him my own. The days when no one expected him to walk this way, speak that way, act like a Malfoy. He could be young. He could be free. He could be loved. He could be with me.

There were no tight-fitting robes. There were no school uniforms. There were no hours spent on hair and makeup. There was no time wasted in reflections. There were no side eye glances to steal.

There was the lightness of cotton. It was sundresses, cuffed trousers and flowy shirts. It was wide brimmed sun hats and bare feet. It was the softness of grass and the strength of the stones and comfort of earth.

It was his smile. The way it met his eyes. The way it called me in.

Into that cold water. That crystal-clear water. The water that matched the shade of his eyes.

 ~

Meet me at the lake,

Yours, Draco

~

That’s all it would take. That was when I knew the day was mine. When I knew he was. It was a trip to Windermere. To the wood skirting around his large suffocating manor. It was meeting him at the lake, where our days went to live and die.

“Took you long enough,” I’d tease as he passed the first few trees, his eyes scanning the foliage for me.

“Not all of us can apparate yet,” He’d jest back, taking my hand.

The warmth of his hand in mine matched the smile on his face. The sharp points of his cheekbones and jaw meeting the soft curves of his lips and eyelashes. The grass struggling to grow in the speckled light beckoned us forward. Our shoes, coats, and griefs left under a tree where our initials were carved. Sunlight filtered in golden and green through the trees lighting him softly.

Draco would take my hand and pull me close. His hands would rest on my waist as his nose nuzzled against mine in the calm lighting. Our breaths and the rustling of leaves were the only things heard. The only things that mattered to listen to. His lips would be soft and alluring on mine—just as his smile was.

The shock of the chilled water would elicit the most irresistible laughter and shouts of joy. The squishy earth beneath my toes would have me draped over Draco’s shoulders, just to avoid the prickling feeling. My dislike of the sensation would have him laughing yet again, and perhaps he’d roll his eyes at my ridiculousness. But he’d never complain. Instead he’d hold me or draw me deeper into the water.

The lake. The deep water. As soon as we could dive beneath it, our worries were gone. There was no war looming. There were no evil overlords. No heroes. No ransoms. There was no good versus bad. There was no sides. No houses. No prejudices.

There was me. 

There was Draco.

There was the hum of insects. There was the swaying of wisteria. His smile pressed against my skin.

“I love you,” He’d whisper. “More than anything,” 

“Never more than I love you,” I’d reply.

The enchanted water of that lake would take us to the banks. The outcropped rocks surrounded by flowers that were free to grow. That grew despite the adversity that it faced. The blanket would be soft under my touch as we carved a little square of the wildflowers to call our own.

Draco’s eyes would watch the distance, gazing upon the peaks of the mountains. Being with Draco seemed to make everything hurt less. No matter what it was, he had a way of soothing all of my worries and strife.

“How do I love thee?” He’d quote as I lay beside him watching the blueness of the heavens above.

“Let me count the ways,” I’d muse back, propping up on my arm so that I could catch a glimpse of the grey that his eyes held.

“I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach,” The words would tumble from his lips with practiced ease, with the same grace as the breeze persuading the grass to waver.

“I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.” My words would barely be heard above the babbling of the lost brook as the sun would stretch out its last efforts of warmth and guidance.

Draco would sit up then, tucking my drying hair behind my ear in a feeble attempt to tame it against the will of the wind gods that accompanied us.

“I love thee freely, as men strive for right.” An air of melancholy would haunt his words as shades began to seep back into our Eden.

“I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.” The gentle reminder would ward off the ghosts of who we were supposed to be as a smile would be mirrored on his face as it was mine. Again, we were free.

“I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.” Draco would become theatrical at these lines, feigning distress and he draped over my lap. A laugh would fall from my lips and onto the perfection of his features.

“I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints.” My fingers would dust over his cheek, drawing down his jaw, to trace the pink of his lips.

“I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life,” His grey eyes would vow this to me. Each and every day that belonged to us he would declare these words.

“And, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.” I’d promise back.

As the sun gave into his sister for the night, there was no escaping the world that demanded us back. The world filled with grief and sorrow.

The truth was: Draco and I didn’t belong in that world. The world of heroes and villains. The world of happily ever after’s and storybook endings. We weren’t made for rumors and gossip. Our love didn’t fit in newspapers or hushed conversations.

We belonged to the poets. To the sad prose. We belonged to the orishas of that lake and the wood and the flowers and the earth. Thousands of nymphs and naiads for us to be in the comfort and care of. The fae that would welcome us and protect our love. Our love that grew deep roots and beautiful flowers with no one around to spoil it.

Those were the days that we’d set off without our beloved to the lakes.

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[luckysliceofbread]

Genshin Characters Reactions to you having the powers of someone from another world

(Aka: yet another excuse to talk a bit about Honkai imapct)

Tw: talks about fighting but I think that was a given, swearing

Oh also just know that I’m barley ever serious, it’s not enough to be a whole crack fic buuuuuut...

Quick explanation/ the best explanation I can make about Honkai imapct and how the fighting stuff works:

People called Valkyries are trained to fight these things called Honkai beasts and use these things called “battle suits” to fight them, but there are the gods called Herrschers, they don’t count as Valkyrie’s but some fight Honkai beasts.

One person can have multiple battle suits and depending on the battle suits, they can control elements, there are no elemental reactions, but the elements are still in the battle suits.

I’ll assign you a random battle suit, with pictures of said battle suit and the stats, of course (Although the weapon stats are the stats of the weapons when you first get it).

Oh, and I should also add:

SP is like the energy that’s used for ultimates.

Some cost less than others some cost more. You get SP from hitting monsters and stuff.

Now onto the headcanons!

Prolog:

You loved Genshin Impact, playing the game when you felt like it, trying your hardest to get a good team and then build them up, you hated the constant grind, but you put up with it because you were having so much fun playing the game.

Recently you’ve heard about another game MiHoYo released a few years back, Honkai Impact 3rd, you saw a video of one cutscene from inside the game and immediately went to download the game.

Now you’ve been playing for a while and you’re also having a pretty great time there too, you’ve pulled for quite a few characters and found it fairly easy to build a team.

One night, you stay up to late playing Genshin and you wake up literally inside Teyvat. You soon discover that you have the powers and abilities of the Valkyrie you were building up.

Cool part is, you look exactly like the Battle suit, the only things you kept were your skin, eyes, hair colour and body shape, pretty cool that you somehow magically also took their fighting reflexes, fighting style, weapon and powers/abilities.

(No seriously, fighting like the Valkyrie does in the game feels like second nature to you.)

You spend a few weeks in Teyvat, and make quick friends with a few people, however you only tell one about- uh- this mess.

Albedo:

Battle suit: Stygian Nymph

Let me clarify that the more SP Stygian Nymph has during her ultimate increases her damage output. That’s why she’s op.

Oh wait that makes a lot of sense.

He knew you came from another world, you told him that

But to also imitate that person’s abilities?

How interesting

He studies you a lot, asking questions about the Valkyrie herself

You tell him that Seele (the Valkyrie that uses this battle suit), also uses her ‘other self’ to fight in battle, but you haven’t tried to summon her because you literally have no idea what would happen

Which is pretty reasonable

Albedo asks you if you’re okay with trying it out for the reasearch

You go “fuck it” and call upon your ‘other self to lend you their strength’ just like Seele does

It works, but you still have full control, no ‘other you’ sadly

You test out the fact that your sythe had turned into these giant floating claws and tenticals

You have SO MUCH fun bulling the hilihurls

Poor them

Then after clearing through many, many, many camps (listen this battle suit can solo anything), you remember Stygian Nymph’s Ultimate

You figure that you’ve definitely maxed out your SP and that the damage is going to be humongous

So you go to bully that poor cryo flower (I forgot what it’s called)

Albedo is unsure, but after you tell him that this battle suit has solo fought a god, a killing machine, a giant dog and more stronger things in Honkai impact, he agrees, completely ready to step in, only just in case though

You just run in, and Albedo goes to find a safe spot to sit down while he watches you fight for a while

He’s like ‘this’ll probably take a while’

So it took less than a minute

You used your ultimate when the boss slouched on the ground

That flower is very dead

You collect your rewards and leave

Albedo’s like wtf was that

You’re like idk man, I had a lot of SP

wtf is an SP?

Aether:

Battle suit: Herrscher of the Void

Side note: you also evade and float around like HotV I just couldn’t find a way to bring it up here without getting off-track.

This is the only acceptation to the ‘your eyes stay the same too’ bit

Your eye colour looks the exact same now

Aether looked you in the eyes and went ‘hey that looks like the person who kidnapped my sister’

He attacked you and you were like ‘Aether wtf’

You tried explaining the situation as calmly as you can while almost being stabbed

He calms down a bit and is like

“So, can you use her powers?”

“The Herrscher of the Void and that unknown goddess are probably not the same person.”

“Oh.”

“But I’m pretty sure they’re like, alternate universe counterparts?”

“Really? Cool.”

You joined his party after a few weeks of Paimon BEGGING Aether to just “Invite y/n, already!”

Paimon is getting tired of watching your semi-awkward interactions

So they hope bringing you on the team will stop making things so awkward

It kinda worked?

After gaining enough SP you used your ultimate, knowing that the missiles(?) couldn’t hurt anyone on your team

You scared the FUCK out of everyone

I mean you helped a lot but like

Give a warning please

Wait no he’s not mad at you don’t feel bad

Xiao:

Battle suit: Motolov Cherry: Augment Core

Let me tell you what an augment core is. I don’t know if they have a canon explanation because I skipped a lot of the HI3rd text, but it’s like a battle suit inside a battle suit.

They usually work similarly but in this case the battle suits aren’t very similar.

The way he met you was unique

He heard a ruckus around Wangshu inn and went to go see if it was trouble

It was but you were taking care of it

He was about to leave because you looked more than capable of handling this

But then he saw that you dual-wield greatswords (or claymores, as they’re called in Teyvat)

You were just flinging them around like it was nothing???

Curious, he stuck around to watch you fight from afar

Then you used your ultimate

Great, now there’s even more pink and blue paint every—

Wait what it all disappeared after the fight wtf

See, the thing is, you actually expected him to be there

That’s why you were clearing out any remaining hilichurl camps around the inn

But you didn’t tell him

So now your talking

You trust him a lot, considering you literally lured him out to talk to him

He sticks around, and of course he asks questions

“Are those horns?”

“Uh, I think?”

“You think?”

“How do you dual-wield strange looking claymores, and then fight with them like they’re regular blades?”

“They’re not actually that heavy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you can hold one to test it out.”

He then dropped it on the ground, and fell down with it

Obviously it was kinda funny, but this is Xiao, so you try to hold back your laughter in order to keep Xiao as your friend

He then disappears out of embarrassment

You make a mental note to visit him at the inn sometime

Oh, and don’t forget the Almond Tofu

Venti:

Battle suit: Starlit Astrologos

Yeah she’s a support-dps

She’s my child and I love her

So it all started when you went to the adventures guild to find a place to stay

That’s where he heard you say “I have an anemo vision, but it’s in my coat.”

He surely didn’t remember giving you a vision, he’d definitely remember someone who looked as pretty as you

You got away with it and you were allowed into the adventurers guild!

Suspicious, he goes all like

“Hey, I couldn’t help but over-hear that you have an anemo vision! Let’s be anemo buddies!”

After he says that your just like oh no he’s on to me

You feign obliviousness, pretending like this man isn’t the literal anemo archon, and you agree

So you’re doing a commission and he tags along

Mainly because he doesn’t believe you have anemo powers and he waits for an excuse to come from you

“I’ll stay a bit behind and shoot a bit.”

“Ok, be careful.”

“I will.”

You dig your weapon into the ground, it made a musical bum sound

Wait do you actually have anemo powers

You used your charged attack and deal MASSIVE amounts of damage

And you use your normal attack to heal yourself when you get hit

He’s already amazed

Then a hilichurl is about to attack you from behind, but he can’t shoot it in time

Luckily, you dodge it in time, activating your ultimate evasion

Now, ultimate evasions differentiate from different battle suits

But the most common one is literally stopping time

But an extra thing this battle suit does is release a large burst of wind at the enemy who cause the evasion in the first place

Venti is so confused because he can move, you can move, but the hilichurls are slowed down by a lot

You yell at him to come step in the formation on the ground after time stops

So you continue attacking the hilichurls, and Venti makes his way to the small formation on the ground

The entire time he’s like

‘What the fuck, is y/n actually a human? What’s happening??’

Time goes back to normal and he steps in the forma— AAAAA EVERYTHING IS FROZEN AGAIN

Then the cherry on top to the cake of confusion was your ultimate

Hoo boy

Your ultimate is a giant formation with a tornado inside it

“Ok what the fu—“

After that you tell him that your from another world and about the whole situation blah blah blah

“So, you come from a different world, and then you took the powers of someone else from a different world?”

“Yeah, she’s like, really strong.”

“Is she a god?”

“Nope.”

“Then what are the gods in that world like..?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

“I wha—“

[pissmaster228]

BATTLESUIT RANKING

by me. only top 3. with commentary. it's gonna be long and idk how to (can you?) add read more on mobile. DISCLAIMER: this is purely personal opinion. With the [i'm bad at using her] factor included.

Anyway, here I go!

YAE SAKURA (BEST GIRL)

0. Darkbolt Jonin. A-rank. Super mobile. You don't even have to evade, just Naraka Finisher and go. Can jump to enemies a km away in 2 seconds. Pretty op. Quickly charges paralyze and restores SP. Powerful and universal leader skill. One of my fave battlesuits. (Should I evolve her to SS rank? Or is S good enough? She doesn't really unlock new skills). although she's not really Sakura.

1. Flame Sakitama. A-rank. Strong. Can ignite even bosses. Ultimate does a lot of damage, although it costs a lot.

2. Goushinnso Memento. S-rank. Has a ranged skill, unlike the others. Can freeze. Powerful against normal enemies. Mech-type blade wielder. Powerful leader skill.

3. Gyakushinn Miko. Kjöp kjöp.

MEI RAIDEN

1. APHO Mei. Parkour.

2. Valkyrie Bladestrike. A-rank. Fast atk. Has augment core. Has burst mode which continuosly consumes SP and doesn't just eat 100 and go. Good DPS.

3. Herrscher of Thunder. She's super op. The reason she is number 3 is – she's boring to use. Dun dun, flashy effects. Meh.

KIANA KASLANA

Not counting HoV bc that's Sirin. Otherwise, Herrscher of the Void is #1.

1. Valkyrie Ranger. Yes.

2. Knight Moonbeam(it's the bio-type which shoots? Right? RIGHT?) Ranged attacks, spinning which is not necessary, op ultimate.

3. Divine Prayer/White Comet. Divine Prayer is just White Comet. But edgier.

KALLEN KASLANA (GUN NUN)

1. Ritual Imayoh. Puches and kicks but it's, somehow, more fun than when Kiana does that. Good shieldbreak. Can ignite(not really)

2. Sixth Serenade. Haven't really played with her, but she's op. And being able to freeze is a win in my book. And Psy-type gunner too.

3. Sundenjäger. She misses like every second shot. And you can't avoid the spinning, either. With the way she shoots, it's super hard to gather enough SP to activate her burst. But her burst is stronk, ngl.

BRONYA ZAYCHIK (armor bunny lmao)

1. Dimension Breaker. S-rank. Can defend with shield. Laser, shoot.

2. Wolf's Dawn. Gives a shield for the whole team. Uses Project Bunny to fight, thus doesn't have to constantly move, evading enemy attacks. A-rank. Cheap Ultimate.

3. Herrscher of Reason. I don't have her. Skills are pretty intuitive. Pretty easy to use. F r e e z e. Long ultimate cg. Melee fighter.

SEELE VOLLEREI

1. Stygian Nymph. The switching between forms is super cool and fun. Many skills. S-rank, so she's hard to get, sadly.

2. Swallowtail Phantasm. She's good for switching in, performing QTE, swinging scythe a bit, and leaving. So that makes her support. Alone she's meh.

RITA ROSSWEISSE

1. Phantom Iron. Paralyze, buff elemental for the team, summons robo dog to fight. A-rank.

2. Argent Knight: Artemis. Freeze. Skills are a bit confusing. A bit? No, a lot.

3. Fallen Rosemary. S-rank. Powerful leader skill. Boring. Has so many different skill inputs she could rival Fu Hua.

BIANCA "DURANDAL" ATAEGINA

1. Valkyrie Gloria. Flames, quick spinning and all. One of my favorite valks too. Easy to use, easy to get.

2. Bright Knight: Excelsis. Mech lady which is confusing. Doesn't move fast enough for my taste.

THERESA APOCALYPSE

I don't know. Should I include Starlit Astrologos and Luna Kindred? I won't this time

1. Valkyrie Pledge.

2. Violet Executer.

3. Sakuno Rondo. Game tries to convince me she's good, idk. Never seen her in action. Also isn't she technically Sakura?

FU HUA (50000 YEAR OLD GODDESS)

1. Night Squire.

2. Phoenix.

3. Shadow Knight.

HIMEKO

1. Arctic Kriegsmesser.

2. Vermillion Knight: Eclipse.

3. Battle Storm.

[sweetness-pop]

What if when meeting Melissa Shield from canon movie Two Heroes, Mirio Togata finds himself falling in love for the first time?

In his eyes, she's a "🌟starlit angel🌟", "🇺🇸🌹American celestial nymph🇺🇸🌹" & "☀golden goddess🌙".

Lemiliion picturing the "Niece Might" in a long strapless dress, long wavy hair, no glasses, red lipstick, & riding on a unicorn with golden sparkling roses around.⭐🌹🦄👗💋💞.

How funny would it be if Mirio were to kneel to Melissa in front of the others & ask "Will you go out with me?!"? 🤣💕

So who'd be up for MiriMeli if this were to happen in the manga? They'd be a golden couple.💛💛

This is my crack OTP in My Hero Academia.

& Imagine in the future, Mirio & Melissa being parents of............QUADRUPLETS! 2 boys & 2 girls.

Their names: Max, Mira, Moeto & Meiri. & They're half-Japanese & half-American🇯🇵🇺🇸.

Imagine Mr.Togata & David Shield as the two grandpas!

I plan to write posts about the MiriMeli kids in the future of course😉.

Oh & 1 more thing...........Shield-Togata Quads: POWER!👶👶👶👶

[kingofdesert]

Legs rested on the table, a chalice in hand and its content swirling as conducted, a starlit sky his audience and company, and of course, his loyal right-hand man. A glance towards the object of recent obsession, The epic of Gilgamesh, a sigh passing smiling lips and the thoughts roamed free.

“ Do you think Gilgamesh deserved immortality, Daz? ” He had waited for the other to read it, for the other to participate in his musings, even if Daz was more of a listener than speaker. 

“ No. ” Came the response that urged genuine laughter, a sound as rare as two identical grains of sand. He valued his honesty and straight-forwardness, the man wasn’t bothered by the same questions Crocodile was after all, and his interpretations unlike of many others mattered to him. 

“ Because he was considered a violent king? Because he raped women? Because he defied the will of gods? Or because no one deserves immortality? ” Velvety liquid rolled on his tongue before being drank, leaving a pleasant taste in mouth. “ And yet the proof of his immortality is still right in front of us, his epic tales told for centuries. It just isn’t immortality he had wished for. Gilgamesh struggles with the concept of his own death, gaining wisdom on his journey to discover immortality and painfully realises that his goal is unattainable. His grim outlook on life forces him to accept his worst fear – that someday he will die. A life of luxury abandoned for years in search of unattainable it makes me wonder why Gilgamesh sought so strongly to be immortal when his life as a king, a judge, and an adventurer was ultimately gratifying. ”

What is it about immortality that people craved it so much in the first place? Why do they fear death? Then again, even Odysseus elected to return home to Penelope rather than remain in an island paradise with the beautiful nymph Calypso and become immortal. He was someone who was handed what Gilgamesh craved, and yet he found something much more important. Would Crocodile himself had gone for immortality if he had the chance? Or would he crave something else, something unattainable like he did before?

A look towards the outside as he stopped, sardonic smile on his lips. If that wasn’t a real question though. Why had he also searched for unattainable when he was aware he couldn’t have it? Was it just human nature at its best, was it arrogance or wish to chase after something? Even if it wasn’t possible, if there were no regrets and the person hadn’t given up, was that enough to make one’s life worth living? Would that have made him satisfied? Was that the idealistic thinking he had before? What a joke.

Everyone was afraid of something. Gilgamesh was of his death, Crocodile was...

“ Sometimes in order to overcome something, be it fear or your own twisted view on reality, you need the actual reality to hit you in the face. Only in that moment of lost hopelessness are you able to come to terms how wrong you actually are, and how little you actually matter. All beings are equal in death. Even if you can’t choose your own, in that instant moment when you die, when your brain shuts down, you’re the same as everyone else. A king and a slave die the same, gods and people die the same. If Gilgamesh had come to terms with this earlier, he could’ve spent the rest of his days ruling Uruk in fake happiness rather than depressing wild goose chase. What a foolish king. ”

Daz watched him walk towards the balcony, Crocodile’s arms resting on the balustrade and watching the city below, while the man’s eyes focused on the golden hook he left on the table. He was again thinking his boss let a whole weight behind every time he took it off, as if the golden hook that set him apart from the rest was a burden of previous regrets, or perhaps his own reminder of his own mortality. Most times it was hard to even guess what went in the man’s head. “ Fake happiness... Interesting choice of words. Because he didn’t have anyone to share it with? ” 

Crocodile scoffed, what a simple way of understanding. He didn’t hate it though, that was how Daz was. It was what he liked about him. “ He had plenty of people to share it with, but the most important and valuable person to share it with wasn’t there anymore. ” Even if he had called him out for mourning his friend, he could never truly blame him for it. It was the most humane Gilgamesh was in the whole epic. 

“ What happened to your Enkidu? ” Question that tickled the part of his brain he didn’t want unlocked, a reminder of pain he had felt and loss he had suffered. But he would indulge his friend, if only with bits he wanted to share himself. 

“ Just like in the epic, Enkidu died. He died fighting by my side as my best friend and my brother-in-arms. Ever since I could remember I chose who to consider trustworthy and who to regard as a mere tool. My own family was just pebbles in my way, but not him, not my friends, not even those working for me. They all had value. ” He turned towards his friend, took the last sip of his wine before turning the golden chalice into dust. “ Your loyalty to me is most admirable, you should never tarnish it. You’re my friend, Daz, but you’ll never replace him. Nor do I want to replace him. As long as I’m alive he’s living in my memory palace, I still hear his voice, I still feel his touch. ” I still miss him, I still dream of him.

Daz nodded, he didn’t even ask for more, he was quite content with the friendship he shared with Crocodile in the first place. He smirked though, cherishing this rare moment when Crocodile would show his humanity. “ You’re softer than you look. ” 

A hearty laugh in response, back against the balustrade and he focused on the city again, the light illuminating it and cheers of people. “ I just value the ones I deem worthy since I love the splendour of human soul. That’s all there is to it. ” 

A moment of silence between two friends, a moment to think of the words uttered and their meaning, a peaceful moment that didn’t need breaking until Crocodile decided to break it, intruding on whatever thoughts Daz might’ve had. “ If you want to sit in a position where no one can sit, you have to withstand the feelings no one can withstand. I think Gilgamesh would agree with this. ” 

After all, he knew why he loved and hated the epic of Gilgamesh. It felt like reading about himself, his own mistakes and failures, his own happiness and riches, the luxury and the fall. Yet, after all those losses he was still there, still alive and much wiser. A wiser king to rule his subjects, to start once again with goals he knew he was able to reach. A man who wouldn’t see a snake shading and think it was becoming younger, deluding himself in his own beliefs of something which doesn’t exist, or a man who wouldn’t grasp and eat the acquired plant when it would grant him what he desired, hesitating in the crucial moment.

Through his experiences he was able to reach that. That was all there was to it.

[dionysia-ta-astika]

City Dionysia 2020 Entry

Much folding shadow leers darkly on we Of these hard seasons, when the world shudders And the ravenous maw of Mammon opes. We lustrous beings trapped in things wretched- None might forever suffer such as us, Were there no figures, just and luminous As the Gods, whose graceful hands seize the reins And seek to right the wrongs mortals sow. Fabulous Phoebus, the Wolf of Midday, Burns away dross and disinformation. The songs His children sire shine through the world, Lilting through ev'ry forest and city, In all the homes and abodes of the world. Apollo and His Muses give to we Of these aching days our enlightenment- The holy, comely light that lives within.

Of what is due us- these generations- We children who worship the gods whose splendor Creates all great fortune and happiness, We deserve most of all to be jolly. No joyful a feeling compares to when The plush, proud heart of Dionysus throbs In you, His blushful ichor cascading Through starlit dance and song, and good tidings Put all to rapt, unparalleled leisure. The cups and coffers of one's own heart fill With the wines and rubies of love for all. Like the domain of Dionysus sweet, One's spirit sprawls like lanes of a vineyard, With fragrant love and sound felicity As the Gods of Olympus bless us with- We pious sprites and people of the world.

We mount the mystic foothills of the Gods That sprawl below marvelous Olympus, Coming at last into its sublime bounds Where nymphs and laureled satyrs bathe in bliss, Plotting with wile and wit the course of Spring. Sumptuous, twice-born Eleutherios, As Spring dawns splendidly on us, with you We break the bindings of mundanity And o'er the ringlets of fairy gardens Parade our saviors of Scarlet and Gold, Trampling the vain straining of stifled life, Howling as we're blessed by joyous glory Of grand elation and enlightenment!