#strife to sanctum

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

Barrisco, Leia/Han, and.... just for fun, Eris and Rick for the ship ask game?

Barrisco

Oh here we go. I am a fan of many ships but something about this one has me abnormal on a whole nother level. They invented a new level of ship abnormal-ty for me and that is no small feat. I just. There’s no words for how I feel about them so here’s reaction images

…it’s the whump potential of them isn’t it?

Leia/Han

Tbh I was never that into them. I see it, and I get why people like them together (their bickering married couple thing was fun), I just– don’t really care too much ya know. And tbh that applies to most SW ships for me (Jedistormpilot as a notable exception)

Eris and Rick

FUCKIN— WORDS— THEY WON’T COME. <- Found em. I love them so so much. Everything I’ve read of them makes me love them more. With how well they know each other and what each other need (especially in moments of vulnerability). And battle couples are always fun and ofc THEY love each other so so much. But the “oh there’s no way this will end well” is because I know Eris is going to outlive Rick and it makes me SAD

[saccharinecoffee]

True love's kiss | LouWill

Pairing ◈ Louis Guiabern & Will

Chapter word count ◈ 2,881

Info & Warnings ◈ Sleeping beauty AU, canon divergence, childhood friends to lovers, first kiss, possessive Louis, spoilers for the whole game!!

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The fugitive and previous Kingsguard Louis Guiabern returns to the Ancient Eldan Sanctum for the first time in five years. His objective: to save his only friend and love from a curse he did not cast.

Louis checked his pocket watch as his Skyrunner approached The Eldan Sanctum. Five years to the day. Five years since he watched in horror as his closest friend’s eyes fluttered closed for the last time, surrounded by dark, blood red vines that dug into his skin and left his body limp on the ground. He wasn’t fast enough, strong enough, and that guilt weighed him down ever since.

Always on the run, he’d been since then. Always in search across the land for new magics, new potions and ingredients that might break the spell and bring him back to his shattered heart.

His was a hardened heart, even then as it broke. Darkened from disaster and loss and grief, layered and rough and impenetrable to that very day. But his prince was always his exception. Idealistic, but nothing like his father. Naive and gentle, but smarter than half the veterans who’d supervised him in the military. He was the only one who knew of his identity. He was the only one who could know. And how he’d loved Louis the more for it.

My Charadrius, he’d jested fondly. You’ll fly to me and cure me of any misfortune, won’t you?

Every day he would gaze upon his looking glass and greet his slumbering face. He looked as peaceful as he did awake, despite his complexion growing ashen in the shade of the inner Sanctum. He’d get him back. His runner would reach its destination soon, and his well-practised incantations were ready to be cast.

It would be a hit-and-run type of mission. With his status as a fugitive and a traitor to the crown, he only had one shot at infiltrating. Chaos would be their friend – with enough commotion outside the entrance, enough allies following his orders and plenty of swiftly cast spells, he’d make his way through and down the long trek to the Sactum unscathed. At least that was the plan.

His lungs burned as he ran, sweat beading on his neck as his hair stuck to his face. The scent of earth and greenery grew heavier with every flight of stairs, magla growing thicker and giving the air a static quality. His legs, toned and agile, struggled to keep up with each and every step without slipping and falling, his armour and igniters weighing down his frantic speed. He was unforgiving, shoving whomever stood in his way to the side, sounds of yelping and clattering echoing around deaf ears. He was never magnanimous and caring like his prince was, always single minded on survival and expertise to a near-cruel degree. The years he spent apart from his prince only solidified that fact, his cynicism and frost-cold eyes only sharpening.

He did it all for him. Without him, he felt as though he had no one left. He’d have nothing else. And by god would he burn the world down to ash if that came to be true.

With a flurry of elemental magic, the large doors at the foot of the tunnel blasted open. Eldas scattered like ants in a panic, some running away from him while others rushed to the chamber he knew housed his prince.

The entire time he’d been in his travels across Euchronia, he’d kept his bitterness at bay. His pride as he conquered every beast and dragon and lair he could get his hands on was enough to spur him on in his quest. And he did admirably so, collecting and reading and building his repertoire of knowledge, all for his prince, all for one singular life.

Now though, as he inched impossibly close to his goal, every step closer to his beloved, he felt it all brust in his chest. It was maddening, being made as the villain. They would never know his strife. They could never reach his ankles in the lengths he’d gone through. They saw themselves so good yet hadn’t put themselves in half the danger he did for the sake of their prince. Stoicism failed him then, as a deep scowl etched through his expression, unsheathing his infused sword and slicing through his opponents with fire. Their pain-wracked, bloodied bodies meant nothing to him. If they wanted their lives they should have known better than to stand in his way.

He rushed through a last pair of doors and felt his heart nearly leap out his throat as he met his prince once more. He didn’t have the time to take in his sleeping form, to revel in finally touching him once again. He was on borrowed time, he reminded himself, and so he cast the first spell, blocking the entrance with a barrier invisible to the naked eye. He knew it worked when people quickly gathered and started to bang desperately at the magla with their fists. He paid them no mind and made his way around the altar his prince lay in.

He cracked a smile without meaning to.

Will was taller, his cheeks less pudgy and hair long enough to reach past his waist. He’d truly grown in his slumber, no longer a mirage to muse over but a real boy turned to man, waiting so sweetly for the worst of his knights to come to his aid.

His prince would never admit it out loud but he would stifle a laugh each time he insisted Louis was good. He knew better, but senselessly insisted anyways. It only made his cold heart swell and break all the worse.

He brought a hand to his face, nervous fingertips gently grazing the apple of his cheek, and down the slope of his face to his jaw.

“Hi,” he whispered, a little incredulous and a little overwhelmed. “I tried my best, Will. For you.”

He then took a step back and closed his eyes, his focus tremendous as he recited the enchantments he’d worked and bled just to find. A great light emanated above the prince’s heart, something angry red, fighting against him as he proceeded with each step in the process. White, yellow and blue fought red, black and purple, the effort growing so hard he began to huff and grunt and scream into the curse’s source.

In the end, he collapsed, a great blinding light refracting all around in lieu of a soundless explosion. The impact reverberated across the Sactum, vibrations rattling the earth and shoving him roughly against the stone wall. He panted, hands pushing his hair back and wiping the sweat from his brow as his wild eyes scanned his surroundings.

The prince’s body was intact, seemingly free from the harm the shockwaves could have caused. He brushed his overgrown bangs away from his forehead, caressed his cheek reverently as he scrutinised him for any signs of waking up. The vines that danced around him were nowhere to be seen, so why…

The protesting outside was louder, and a quick glance revealed a mob of angry, desperate Eldas either cussing him out or begging for the prince's life.

His chest deflated as he looked back down to the sleeping prince, chest rising and falling like nothing had happened. Like Louis had done nothing at all.

His breathing became shallow and frantic, walking a couple steps back as he took in the magnitude of his failure. Did he miss a script? A spell? Did he conjure it wrong? Did he skip a step? Was his preparation wrong? Did he not exact enough force?

The barrier at the entrance was starting to crack. He glanced at it with a haunted look as he felt every last shred of hope fall from beneath his feet. He gripped the polished marble of the altar and rested his forehead on Will’s beating heart. Still alive, so close to returning to him, just one last unknown yet to be resolved.

Crack, after crack, squeaking like glass as pressure fissured the surface. He needed to leave or he’d be bludgeoned, beaten and burried. His life had been forfeit since his youth, but the prince… The prince had been his last hope.

“The things I’ve endured for you despite all your father did to me,” he mused. “How absolutely pitiful of me,” he muttered with a trembling voice. Anger, he felt. Mourning what could have been.

It wasn’t a good life, the one he lived, but while Will was present, he felt like he could live. Truly live. He felt like he could smile even when there was nothing to beat, nobody to best. With the prince, he needn’t deserve happiness. He could just have it free of charge.

Wasn’t that a beautifully utopian thought? To have something so precious without having slaved away to earn it?

He stood up and breathed in deeply, the fire in his heart faded to cinders and ash. He traced the skin of Will's arm, soft and silky to the touch, down to his hand, and slipped his fingers through his. When he looked back at his face he could hear the first bits of the barrier crumbling to the ground, slowly chipping away from the labour of his pursuers. The beating of his heart echoed in his ears, pulsing and deafened to the growing commotion just a few metres away from him. He smiled bitterly, free of ego. It was so unlike himself, and yet he’d never felt more firmly present in the moment as he did then.

It was a goodbye. It was a see you soon. It was everything he’d ever wanted to tell his prince while he still lived.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to Will’s, sighing in relief as the prince’s softness met his salted skin. He deserved more. Deserved better. But this was the height of Louis’s every effort for five years counting. He hoped Will understood and felt every inch of his longing and love.

He couldn’t help but linger, revelling in that moment of catharsis as the barrier shattered completely and hands began to pull him in every direction. He fought as best as he could, sneaking glances at the prince to ensure his safety as his hair got pulled and knees dug into his ribs. Vitriol like no other was thrown his way, insults he hadn’t heard in years resurfaced and shot like razor-sharp blades into his stomach.

And then, a miracle.

“Louis?”

A jovial voice he'd recognise anymore. Hoarse and weak, a little confused and stunned. He turned around and locked eyes with Will’s grey-blue irises, his pretty silver hair falling in rivulettes down his shoulders. The utter elation he felt came first, but as the Eldas around him seized their attacks to gaze at their prince in stupefaction, he felt pride like no other.

He did what no one could.

He did what no one would.

“My prince. So good of you to join us,” he spoke with confidence, like no time had passed and his hardships were merely a dream. “Has your nap proven sufficient?”

Will looked down to his open palms, then down his body and around him. His brows were furrowed deeply, a pout he missed dearly painted on his lips.

“My prince, are you alright?”

“Your Highness, you must refrain from speaking to this viper!”

“Louis Guiabern has–”

“My good people,” Will spoke up, a forced smile on his pretty mouth. “Please, keep calm. I’m all right.”

“But Your Highness–”

“You heard your prince,” Louis spoke, dignified and proud despite the growing bruises on his once pristine skin.

As people left and called for the Old Hermitess to come to their aid, Louis and the prince held each other’s gaze with an intensity like never before. Will regarded him with gravity, but regardless of Louis’s pounding, bleeding heart, he couldn’t help but stand his ground with the arrogance of a young army general and personal Kingsguard. Old habits died hard; he was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve.

They stayed in silence until Gruidae appeared. His prince smiled and hugged his grandmother dearly, spoke softly with her as healers inspected him and guards reinforced the perimeter. He stood against the farthest wall, forced to stay put. He had no plans to move either way.

Their healers inspected Will, used several incantations to inspect his body and aura, his magla and blood. All seemed well, a curse fully cleansed from his soul.

They interrogated Louis after ushering the prince away, much to both of their chagrin. The prince needed sustenance, it was insisted, but the very thought of ripping Will away from him again felt like loss.

He promised to see him later, though. He hoped he meant it, as he spelled out every single detail of his plan and magic script to his captors. 

Hours later he’s moved to the living quarters of the Sanctum, into a comfortable room covered in foliage and soft looking linen. At the centre of it was his prince, standing idly like he’d been pacing in the room.

Louis remained immobile where the guards left him as they shuffled on their way out. Strange, he thought, that they’d trust a traitor with their liege.

“The healers went through your spells. They find it unlikely you could have cast the curse if this was the method you chose to dispel it.”

Louis turned his nose.

“What is that supposed to mean?” The words came out harsher than he intended. Will only laughed, though, leaning back to sit on his bed.

“Calm down, you big grouch, nobody’s insulting your spellcasting here.” His voice was melodious. Playful. Louis clasped his hands behind his back so he wouldn't catch him fidgeting. “What I am saying though, is that you apparently went through a pretty round-about way to untie all the kinks in the curse. Like you didn’t know its true nature and were working with the few mechanics you knew instead.”

Louis nodded.

“Are you alright, though, Your Highness?”

Will smiled bashfully.

“Yeah.” He pressed his smiling lips together and looked down to the hands in his lap. “I felt it, you know?”

Blistering heat crept up his neck.

“Felt what?”

He looked up at him with kind, hopeful eyes, and Louis stepped closer, curiously. He noticed then he’d braided his hair in the time they’d been apart. It looked pretty on him. 

“Your kiss,” he grinned. He looked so happy. It was almost too much. Louis swallowed a lump in his throat.

“So you did. How so… If I may ask.”

Will stood up again and bridged the gap between them. Barefoot and barely scraping past adulthood, Louis towered over him in thick-heeled boots and imposing leather armour. His mere stature threatened to swallow his prince whole.

“It was like I could hear your soul singing. Sorrowful and dejected. You gave up on yourself, but… You didn’t give up on me. Not really.” Louis’s eyes widened, feeling raw and exposed to any vultures who might smell blood in the air.

But it was just the two of them. Only him and the only one who truly mattered.

“I sound terribly untrustworthy, then,” he stated, not as coldly as he wished to project. “Surely you’d rather a knight with a little more self-respect.”

Will scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“As if you don’t have enough ego to pass around.”

Louis bit the inside of his cheek, as to refrain from laughing.

He missed this.

“Yet another reason you might wish for a better soldier.”

Will shook his head, the stars in his eyes shining bright as he reached his small hands to the cream leather of his heavy armour. He steeled himself visibly, so clear in the tension building in his shoulders, a young man so incapable of not bearing his heart to all who had eyes to see.

“You went through so much for me, Louis.” His brow furrowed. “Please, just– Be honest with me.”

Louis remained quiet, his hands growing limp at his sides.

“I know how you feel,” he continued, insistent. “I felt it when you kissed me.”

Slowly, he reached for Will’s shoulders, palms splayed carefully as he dragged them up his neck, resting at the base of his jaw.

His prince hadn’t the slightest idea what peril and tribulation he went through to bring him back to life. The sleepless nights, the fear of losing the only reason he even kept moving forward. The loneliness in never allowing himself another connection, the anger in progressive failure. 

So much duty. So much sacrifice. All for one boy to smile at him again, as he did in their shared youth.

“Do you oppose it?” He asked, bracing himself for the worst. his hands felt clammy and his veins jolted with every beat of his heart.

“Of course not, you idiot,” was the reply he got. So incredibly Will and so terribly euphoric.

His fingers dug into Will’s jaw possessively as he leaned down to kiss him again, a second first kiss on equal footing, and even more satisfying than the first. Will’s arms circled his neck, his body melting into Louis’s as their lips met and tasted each other eagerly. His prince was his.

And he was his prince’s. He always had been, in name and in heart. But now, spell-free and in his precious hold, he was, too, in spirit and soul.

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[dinthoqaf]

For someone who is new to your blog and character, what do you feel is important to know about them? What are some pivotal plot points you would like to share? Preferred RP hooks?

{ Oh, I love this question cause I always feel like w/ Din's comprehensive (and incredibly long) RP History, folks are always left in the dark on some of these things. So, please indulge me in a bit of long-windedness. :D -- For someone who is new to your blog and character, what do you feel is important to know about them?

First and foremost, Dinthoqaf is insane. Not the sort of Insane where you find him giggling and chattering away in the corner, or trying to shank people in the street to call it 'playing' or anything like that. No, Dinthoqaf is insane in the fact that he believes he's on the path to Godhood and that to become one, the world (Azeroth since he's a WoW-based OC) should be remade. The factions of the Horde and Alliance should be effectively destroyed down to their foundations. He views those establishments as complicit in the strife currently going on.

To be fair though, Dinthoqaf's upbringing was one specifically tailored by a (just as insane) Father who purposely treated him terribly, created an atmosphere where Din felt hated and reviled by everyone who was supposed to care for him, and ultimately cursed him via corruption (Specifically Old God) him at birth. Din is sadly, very much a product of his upbringing and instead of healing from it, is leaning into it fully while becoming the 'Father' figure he so desperately needed by leading his Sanctum of the Forbidden (Our Guild) to destroy everything and start it all over again.

-- What are some pivotal plot points you would like to share? Preferred RP hooks?

Oh jeez, these two are a bit tougher cause Din's story has been going on for -12- years. Wish I was exaggerating but I'm not. (I got a 13 yr old kid IRL and that's how I keep track. lol) His story is an amazing one full of twists, turns, bumps, high-rise fires, and slow burns. That being said, I think some of the pivotal plot points might be best done as just a little list but keep in mind, not all of this is IC public info due to the cultish/apocalyptic nature that Din is aiming to bring about. - Childhood/adolescence as a whole was just a bag of shit. Those involved in Elven Nobility may have known his father, Krownos Bloodcrest as an eccentric man who 'died' to the Scourge. - Ended up being found by an Old God Worshipping Troll who only hastened Dinthoqaf's decent into madness and lit a fire of Leadership in him that eventually resulted in the creation of his Sanctum. - Dinthoqaf's Brother, Ammaelin, is now Patriarch of House Bloodcrest (who has officially disowned Dinthoqaf for various reasons), and they are now at War with one another. - Dinthoqaf is married to an equally crazy lady who supports him emphatically ( @zalilirah ). - He was once fighting a 2 front war against his brother and a goblin group (which was ran by another of my OC's, @frostahesmegabite ) which is now laid to rest and that aspect of the story is essentially done with.). - He's been killed before! Usually in very gruesome fashions but the Sanctum or his wife and troll friend find ways to bring him back after extended periods (only aiding in the delusion that he'll become a god). - He's led an attack on Orgrimmar back during the Seige to rescue his wife who'd been captured by Kor'kron when it was discovered she was a Cultist. RP Hooks?! A much shorter list, probably thankfully if you've made it this far. - Wanting to learn dark magics? Din's your guy! - Playing an awful character that's down and out? Din's your guy. - Need a totally fucked up/screwed up Mentor/Father Figure? Din's your guy. (But don't make it weird.) - Character wounded and usual medical/healing spells won't work due to the nature of your character? Ooh, Din has some nice blood healing for you! - Corruption, Decent-like Stories? Hooked! - Din's also the sort to enjoy academics and simple polite conversation while drinking tea. (He won't drink anything anyone else offers though, only what he brings/conjures. He doesn't trust others to not taint or poison it.) What won't hook? - No Romance, No ERP, and I'm not looking for former lovers, family members, Servants, or Slaves. Not interested in any of those aspects. That's cool for other folks, but that's not Din's jam or my own depending on the topic. If it wasn't for Zalilirah, Din wouldn't even have a romantic relationship either. THANK YOU FOR ASKING THESE REALLY GOOD QUESTIONS AND I'M SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG-WINDED! D: )

[tiredspirals]

Passing from shadow territory to arcane was not an easy journey.

Nestled between the two god's domains was the land of plague. The Scarred Wasteland and it's pestulant heart that beats kn the middle was not a place for the weak, it's denizens reveling in strength gained through strife. Disease and death was celebrated, at least in the sense that it uplifted those who survived the trials Plaguebringer inflicted on the land.

On the bright side, the skies had a consistent weather. Dry and warm, with no storms to contend with.

On the downside, being skybound did not save you from the constant wars that further scarred the wasteland. Beast on beast, dragon on dragon, leaving the sanctuary of a clan meant placing yourself on the forefront of an all out war. It truly was survival of the fittest, where wings of monstrous beings could easily blot out the sky as they descended on you. Indeed, brigands hungry for resources and plague ridden avians were constant threats to skyfairing ships.

Stars Aligned was by no means a fragile ship. She was sturdy, perhaps ready for war in another life, outfitted with a hard metal shell and a steel cage around her air balloons. Wing shredder ballistas lined the sides, ready for use against those who dared enter a dog fight with her. The weakness, Though, is her heavy set made her slower than lighter ships and slower yet compared to rogue dragons. She must be prepared.

The Sanctum of the Outcasts was the only stop for weeks around, and was one Rataskorn was fond of. In her days running wild with mirror packs, she could remember nipping at the heels of it's defenders when she was a spry pup, and recalled it's location well. Most would discredit the mirror's intelligence, but her memory was unmatched: she stood on the balcony of the ship, excitedly pointing every which way as she recalled even the smallest details of her life in the abiding boneyard.

So much fighting. So much blood. Good times.

The great airship touched down not far from the Sanctum, finding no trouble for parking in the endless space that stretched around it. Rataskorn bounded off, the voices of her peers making their to-do lists sounding like distant static to her. Her mind was long set. She knows what she must do!

She must find a suitable gift of the wastes for her beloved mate! This is more important than life itself. Yes, Hraes loved her sparklies and shinies. Shadow dragons enjoyed trinkets and curios, like the strange black birds that pecked at bodies. Yes, just like them! Like a strange black bird…

With dreams of Hraes wearing raven's wings, the mirror sped off across the arid land, the faraway cry of someone telling her to wait falling on deaf ears. Merchants of the Bazaar beware: a bull was coming for your glass shops.

[lesbiansforboromir]

@archangelsunited absolutely, I have more detailed posts about my my hc'ed specific reasons for this HERE and HERE but suffice to say Boromir's relationship to his Dol Amrothian relatives was mostly confined to whenever they visited Minas Tirith until he took up the Warden of the White Tower title and needed to maintain cordiality and familiarity with all the provinces under Gondor's jurisdiction. He and his maternal grandfather never resolved their issues and he was generally relieved when he died. Boromir was ten when Elphir was born, but it wasn't until he was 17 that they properly met and so none of the Amrothian mob has really known Boromir as a child and they've been children to him his whole life.

Members of his extended family that he's closest too would be;

Eradan, the eldest son of Denethor's eldest sister and one of few members of his family who held any kind of 'protective' attitude over him other than his father, being quite a lot older than Boromir. But, similar to his father, Eradan was very busy and the window he was allowed to remain as a supportive figure in Boromir's life was small. After Hurin of the Keys stepped down from the position of Captain-General, Boromir and Eradan found themselves competing for the title with nigh polar opposite opinions upon how the defense of Gondor needed to be lead. And, after the council was eventually persuaded in Boromir's favour, from then on Eradan was more of a combative element in Boromir's life than a reassuring one.

Collas, the youngest daughter of Denethor's second eldest sister who by contrast was an earnest supporter of Boromir's tactics and politics and whom he was close too as both child and adult. They both had a love of theatre from a young age and later Collas became a field surgeon and often worked with Boromir on campaign. However, in a disaster during the reclamation of northern fortresses in Ithilien that Boromir lead, enemies discovered an entrance through the dilapidated tower and breached the inner sanctum. They were repelled, but not until Collas and most of her colleagues had been slain. Boromir took her body back to her family himself.

Sirgon, Denethor's Mother's nephew and Lord of Lebennin as well as a great sea-captain. It was Sirgon who taught Boromir to navigate ships and boats and, though he was always a gruff and reserved man, the pair found an understanding and fierce political allyship within Gondor's courts.

And Mesgiel, Boromir's paternal grandmother, whom had never been a good mother to her children (too ambitious and motherhood too forced upon her for it) but who became very fond of Boromir in her older years, loving to hear him sing and to feed him long forgotten gossip from all the noble houses.

Other members of his family grew closer to Boromir as he grew up, but many of them were cut short, only developing properly in the final years of his life. His aunts, both maternal and paternal, had always been closer with Faramir as the named scholar of the two. Terenis (Denethor's eldest sister) in particular was dearly close to Faramir and loved him very greatly, especially for how much he reminded her of his father when he was young. It wasn't until Faramir's religious fervour began pressing against his family ties and causing strife with his relationships that Boromir and Terenis began sharing more of an understanding.

[justfortrolls]

Begrudging Prince and Party Animal

Name: Anrifi Chaeri

Nicknames: The big guy, Cherry

Bloodcolor: Fuschia. He doesn't like to talk about it.

Sign: Pisci

Pronouns: He/him.

Age: 11 sweeps

CWs: Every other thing this guy says is Suggestive or overtly horny.

Lusus: Giant Squid Step Father (staus Alive, Estranged.)

Height: 7'5 (226 cm)

Weight: 310 lbs (141 kgs)

Sub-species: ???

Psionics: Mild psionic interference leads to unpleasant dreams.

Strife Specibus: Clawkind (prefered), Spearkind.

Cursed Weapon: Tyrant's Folly

Occupation: Underground prince and sales associate of Wild Cherry Personal Enjoyment Products.

Notable abilities:

- Seadweller: Anrifi can move underwater as well as he can on land. He can breathe, see, and navigate underwater perfectly fine. He can even withstand the pressure of deep-sea diving. It is unpleasant to come back out of the water after a deep swim as he has to readjust to the pressure and replace the water in his lungs with air again.

- Strong and Sturdy: Anrifi's physiology leads to incredible strength and durability. His skin is thicker than is typical for trolls his age and caste. He can still be harmed and heals at a normal rate but he can take more damage before going down and shrugs off some heavier blows than one would expect.

- Extended Claws: From finger-tip to the first knuckle is a thick layer of claw material. This reduces flexibility in the fingers but not by much and Anrifi seems accustomed to it. The increased stability makes the claws less likely to crack under stress or break off.

- Prince's Gambit: This is more just an effect of several factors such as blood color, social rapport in his community, size, and an impressive bassy voice. People listen to Anrifi, especially those in his little underground sanctuary. When he can be bothered to think strategically not many people have an issue going through with his plans. Old Whale is exempt >_>

TrollianHandle: anarchicAttraction (AA)

Quirk: Typical capitalization. End punctuation used for emphasis only. A fan of slang, often mixes modern and older phrases, lowblood and highblood lingo, etc. Occasionally letters will be trippled for emphasis, 'x' is trippled most times. Personalized finned emojis ex: >UvU< >0wU<

Ex: AA: Dude relaxxx I prommy its gonna be fine AA: Totally radical fr AA: If you ditch me you are not invited to my next rager >UnU< --------------- AA: Dawg this guy just fell over the railing lmaooo! AA: Yeah no he's fine. All groovy AA: He's kinda cuuute. Would.

Personality Traits

(+) - Sociable, Encouraging, Loyal, Adaptable

(-) - Confrontational, Risky, Occasionally Moody and It's Everyone's Problem

(?) - Extroverted, Party Animal, Surprisingly private, Opinionated, Takes interactions at face value, Very willing to move on from altercations.

Sociability

Hemoloyalty: Non-existent. Actively thinks the hemospectrum is totally bogus and will tell you that to your face. He's never liked it and his experience in the underground sanctum has only further solidified his idea that everyone deserves equity not based on bloodcolor, physical or mental ability, or military rank.

Aggression: Low-mid. He doesn't like to fight but he isn't opposed to using his size for intimidation. He's strong, and he knows it, but it's more likely to be used to scruff an unruly guest and toss them outside than it is to cause any real damage. Not that he's a pacifist or anything. Just don't be a bulge-knot and it's all cool, dig? >UvU<

Openness: High. He loves to talk to strangers. Could spend a day and a half with someone he knew for 5 minutes and it would be the best time ever. Need a guide? No problem. Wanna vent? He's all finny ears. Need him to handle something? He's intrigued, what's in it for him lol?

Relationships

Associates:

Xeiyei - They're neighbors. Don't really run in the same circles but are Aware of each other.

"Old whale" - An older troll that lives next to Anrifi who technically owns Wild Chaeri Personal Enjoyment Products but no one ever really sees them at the desk. Their existence is dubious but Anrifi often complains about them.

Friendships:

He's got a lot of 'friends' and people he talks to. To many to keep track of honestly.

Shengi - Roomate, Business associate, Bestie, Brother from the same mother(grub). Anrifi is oddly protective over this little guy.

Quadrants:

Matesprite: Open, Uninterested in long term.

Moirail: Open, Uninterested.

Kismesis: Open, Interested and flirty. Long term is questionable.

Auspistice: Open! Interested in mediating and being mediated between.

Extra

Voiceclaim: Ludacris Tag: Anrifi Chaeri Classpect: Heir of Life Moodbard: N/A

Song Vibes: Losemyhead - littleDEATH, My Evil Ways - The Nearly Deads, Buzzin - Mann, Person in the Mirror - Naethan Apollo

[litchiteany]

Shadows Within

In the hushed corridors of the soul they abide,

Whispers of fear, in shadows they hide.

Guilt, an ethereal specter, haunting the core,

Shame's weighty cloak, rends evermore.

A mist of uncertainty, a sigh in the breeze,

Thunderous screams scar the sky, too heavy to ease.

In the sanctum of self, they softly sway,

Tainting each moment in hues of somber grey.

Anger, a tempestuous hurricane, raging deep within,

Devouring peace, where serenity has been.

Insecurities pirouette, in an unyielding ballet,

Ensnaring the spirit, in their intricate array.

But fear not, for the sword of courage leads the way,

To confront these shadows, and embrace the day.

With truth as compass, and strength as shield,

Defy the darkness, let your spirit yield.

For amidst the shadows, amidst the strife,

Lies the path to healing, to reclaiming life.

Look within, embrace your humanity, and grow,

Conquer your vices, let them fade in the light's soft glow.

JI

04-10-24

[kudzuoath]

No one asked for this but I’m writing about Temperance/Odette

• Her given name is in fact Odette. When she joined the Dawning Star Temple, she took the name Temperance. It’s the name she prefers.

• abandoned at six in Baldur’s Gate by her mother. Born in Elturel and lived the first six years of her life there. Was in Baldur’s Gate because it was a stop on the way to Neverwinter where her mother was traveling in order to marry her second husband.

• Kell Corners — or “Kell of the Corner” found and tried to take care of her. Was human, a conman, and an alcoholic. Genuinely liked kids and tried to do right by them where he could but was also not above using them, especially to fund his addictions. Ran a sort of small time thieving ring and paid lip service the actual thieves guild.

• Through Kell, she met Eldrey, another tiefling living on the streets who was two years older and extremely charismatic. Eldrey very quickly became her best friend, and both girls eventually broke from Kell and started running their own cons.

•Until, at 13, she tried to rob a drow woman named Saraid who served in the Dawning Star Temple. Rather than alert the guards, she brought her back to the Temple and had her work there to pay off her debt. Whilst in the temple, she found solace for the first time in her life — and discovered a genuine talent for herbalism and alchemy. So much so, Saraid petitioned to take her on as an apprentice and she became a ward of the temple.

•whilst working there she met a half-drow her age named Sage who was skilled with herbalism and medicine, as well as a very, VERY tall tiefling boy named Shepherd, who worked in the kitchens twice a week and had a bafflingly loving and large family. They became a very close knit group.

• Eldrey and Temperance still remain friends through all of this, and even mange to stay close. Close enough that Eldrey is her first kiss and first relationship when Temperance is sixteen. Though this fractures fairly quickly as Eldrey makes no secret of how much she resents Temperance taking up with the people on the Temple and leaving her to run her cons alone. Accuses her of putting on airs and looking down on her despite this not being true. The resulting argument end with Eldrey completely vanishing from her life.

• until three years later, at nineteen, Eldrey returns and asks for Temperance’s help. She claims to have messed up bad and to need a place to hide. Convinces Temperance to let her stay in the temple in secret.

•only Eldrey is lying. And one night a week after being allowed to stay, she lets in more people, who then break into the inner sanctum of the temple — where an artifact known as Lathander’s Litany was kept. A phylactery containing a tiny piece of the soul from hundreds of years worth of his followers who earned the honor of immortalizing their power and knowledge within it. In times of strife, one could attune to it and be granted divine power akin to an aasimar (of the scourge variety).

• Temperance discovers this plot to steal it and charges in to try and stop Eldrey — thinking she can stop her oldest friend before she makes a terrible mistake. Only she’s discovered by the head of the Temple as well as Saraid. Chaos ensues. the phylactery breaks in Temperance’s hands and all those soul fragments wind up in the closest container they can find — her. Naturally this knocks her the fuck out.

• when she wakes up she’s already in a cell in Wyrms Rock and learns both Saraid and the head of the temple are dead. As well as several other clergy members. Discovered as she was in the inner sanctum she was blamed for the deaths and the missing artifact — something not helped by the event being very blurry in her mind and the myriad whispers of the extra souls in her head. Not to mention the grief and the fact that Sage comes to visit to scream at her for her betrayal.

• Temperance spends eight years in prison. During which she discovers what happened to the Phylactery, and to her. It’s in prison she makes her Oath of Vengeance, which is upheld not by a god, but by the myriad souls from the phylactery. Something that allows her a modicum of temperance (lol) over the righteous fury she holds inside her.

• at the end of the eighth year, Temperance manages to break out of prison and seeks help from Shepherd. Who surprisingly believes her when she tells him she didn’t know what Eldrey was planning and does t know who killed Saraid and the head of the Temple. He helps her get out of the city, and suggests she go by a new name if she doesn’t want to get caught. He also gifts her with a pair of earrings enchanted to work like an amulet of non-detection.

•so she is Odette again. And she wants to find Eldrey. Her oath as much as demands it. For three years she searches — righting wrongs and putting down the wicked as she goes

•then she’s found by bounty hunters, and being dragged back to Baldur’s Gate. Only she has the good luck to be zapped aboard the nautiloid instead.

[practically-an-x-man]

Ok it's so funny that you asked me that cause when I have time I'll absolutely want to read through your writing (especially after skimming through, holy crap these look so interesting). Where would you recommend I start? I got decent knowledge of most things superhero related and Star Wars too (welllll, movie-wise at least for the former). And feel free to shoot recs my way as well! :D

Awww thank you!!

Let's see... if you're looking for longfics, I'd highly recommend Catch and Release - lots of action, Ophelia is a super dynamic OC of mine, and I would consider it to be some of my best writing overall. It's mainly based on Spider-Man: No Way Home, but it also dips into other Spider-Man properties here and there (nothing too deep, mainly just connections to the Raimiverse and a guest appearance from a Spiderverse character), so you should be good with your movieverse superhero knowledge :D

I do also have a Star Wars longfic called Bolts and Blasters. It's one of those that I usually hesitate to recommend - I'm proud of the story and writing and I think it's overall a pretty good fic, but I know that Hux is a very polarizing character and he's definitely present in the fic lol. It's also got a very action-packed plot and a nice slowburn romance, and a good deal of angst and whump (I know you love that lol)

And if you don't have the time or spoons for a longfic, I've got a couple oneshot series in the Suicide Squad universe - Prismatic is a collection of fics with my OC Nikoletta and Abner Krill, and Strife to Sanctum features my OC named Eris and Rick Flag. These can be read in any order, and you can skip or jump around as you please, but you'll get the most references and details if you read them in the order they're posted.

Sorry this is really long, please don't feel obligated to read all of these, or anything you don't feel like reading, I just wanted to make sure you had a couple options since I don't know what all you like yet.

[prismaticstarshch]

random compilation of some of the many OST songs I like from various video games (or that are associated with video games I like):

Stained, Brutal Calamity (Terraria Calamity)

Roar of the Jungle Dragon (Calamity)

Universal Collapse (Devourer of Gods Nonstop Mix ver.) (Calamity)

Unholy Insurgency (Calamity)

Guardian of the Former Seas (Calamity)

Engineer's Sanctum (Calamity)

Interstellar Isolation (Terraria Mod of Redemption)

Hypernova (Redemption)

Fated Insurrection (Terraria Vanilla Calamity Mod Music)

A Legend's Strife (Midday) (Vanilla Calamity Mod Music)

The Memory of a Cruel World (Vanilla Calamity Mod Music)

Zenith Fabrications (Terraria Infernum Mod)

Their Fabricator (Infernum)

Inferior Fabrications (Infernum & current Exo Mechs placeholder theme in Calamity)

Radiant Ascension (Garamond Research Facility: Remastered & soon to be in Zands! Codename Lemnis)

Algorithmic Initiation V2 (ZCL)

Core Startup (Revamp) (Innovation Inc. Thermal Power Plant)

Heat Affinity (IITPP)

Risky Closure (ZCL)

Desolation V4 (ZCL)

The Price of Failure (ZCL)

See You On (Phighting!)

The Flipside (Phighting!)

Grain of Pain (Phighting!)

Pandemonium Coda (Phighting!)

Solar Eclipse (Phighting!)

The Most Wanted (Phighting! - Scythe reveal trailer)

Prosper with Science (IITPP)

Heat Affinity Encore (IITPP)

Crystallized Intelligence Encore (IITPP)

Enter the Flames Encore (IITPP)

Safeguard Failure (Remastered) (IITPP)

Shutdown Failure (IITPP)

4000 Degrees Kelvin (IITPP remix ver.)

Watch the World Burn (IITPP)

Ultramassive (IITPP)

Our Malignancy (IITPP)

Fleeing Darkness (IITPP)

Reminiscence (IITPP)

Terminus (IITPP)

Full Core Startup (IITPP; not featured in-game)

Inauguration (GRF:R)

Rise of the Downfall (GRF:R)

Fission Fallout (GRF:R & soon to be in ZCL)

Bronze Grasslands theme/Ravenna wilderness theme (World of Magic/Arcane Odyssey)

The Call of Adventure (AO - Early Access trailer theme & Nimbus Sea Update pt. 1 title screen song)

GBM Selection 3 (GRF:R; was formerly going to be implemented in ZCL at some point as well but that got scrapped)

Menu Song (ZCL)

Catastrophic Overture (ZCL)

Unknown Innovation Blacksite startup song (Innovation Blacksite)

Secondhand Knowledge (Innovation Blacksite)

Unknown Innovation Blacksite meltdown phase 2 song (Innovation Blacksite)

yeah, I like a lot of songs (this is only some of the video game songs I like)

[gwagwagwagoogoo]

Strange poem with no title

Butcher incorrectly; haphazard

Stroke finicky, kindly into

Fleshy palms and bleeding tendons

Bruised knees, obedient, beckoned

Crawl on all fours to you; benign

Act like an animal,

Yet long to be human

Dying to be privy to

The unknowns of the mind

Wishing to be invited

Swim in nerves and arteries

Will you give me,

Vicious beast,

Sanctum?

Will you give me,

Pathetic human,

Pity?

Flex knuckle-deep, push past

My watery and flimsy membrane

Delighted, in thinking; mutuality

Blind to purpose, blind to voice

Grovel on all fours for you; rapture

Strife left suddenly,

Sever my intention

Still mourn while

I grasp the blad

Between my digits

Rot on all fours for none; sacrilege

[krispyweiss]

Former Ministry, Prong Drummer Aaron Rossi Dies at 44

Aaron Rossi, the drummer who played with Ministry, Prong and other metal bands, has died at 44.

His death from a “sudden, severe” heart attack was in January, but not announced until March 6.

Known as the Shredder, the Beast and the Big Dog, Rossi “was a force with his own gravitational pull,” his family said.

“If you saw him on stage, you were blown away by his immense power, speed and agility – and if you were lucky enough to know him in person, you were equally taken by his kindness, humor and humility,” they said.

“Great drummer, great human being,” Ministry said of Rossi.

Prong frontman Tommy Victor said Rossi “was part of my inner sanctum of serious musical brothers - a great, funny guy and a great drummer and dad.”

In addition to Ministry (2008-2016) and Prong (’05-‘09 and ’18-’21) Rossi also played with John 5, Strife and the Faceless, who remembered him as “a truly kind-hearted, great human being.

“He will be missed.”

3/8/25

[pujashoppe16]

Miracles Unfold: Stories of Faith and Healing at Salasar's Bearded and Mustached Balaji Temple

Settled in the midst of the parched scenes of the Shekhawati locale within the Indian state of Rajasthan, the Salasar balaji wall frame stands as a guide of trust and divine elegance. Devoted to Master Hanuman, lovingly known as Balaji due to his characteristic hairy and mustache shape, this sacrosanct journey location holds an uncommon put within the hearts of lovers over the nation. Over the centuries, the sanctuary has gotten to be synonymous with supernatural occurrences of confidence and mending, where lovers from all walks of life come to look for comfort, endowments, and divine mediation in their lives.

A Declaration of Dedication:

The beginnings of the Salasar Balaji Sanctuary are covered in legend and fables. Concurring to prevalent conviction, the sanctuary was built up by a humble agriculturist named Mohandas, who bumbled upon a symbol of Master Hanuman while working his areas. Moved by divine motivation, Mohandas built a little sanctum to house the icon, and in this way, the Salasar Balaji Sanctuary came into existence. Since at that point, the sanctuary has advanced into a respected journey location, drawing in lovers from distant and wide. Get all kinds of puja samagri online from Pujashoppe. 

Healing Touch of the Divine:

One of the foremost momentous viewpoints of the Salasar Balaji Sanctuary is its notoriety for supernatural healings and divine meditations. Endless aficionados have testified to encountering significant changes and marvelous recuperations from sicknesses and torments after looking for the gifts of Ruler Balaji. From constant ailments to life-threatening conditions, aficionados accept that the compassionate look of the hairy and mustached god has the control to mend and restore them to wellbeing.

Stories of Confidence and Recovery:

The archives of the Salasar Balaji Sanctuary are loaded with stories of confidence and recovery, where lovers have overcome apparently unfavorable challenges with the assistance of divine beauty. Stories flourish of aficionados who, in minutes of lost hope and misfortune, turned to Ruler Balaji for direction and back, as it were to witness supernatural turnarounds in their lives. These stories serve as a source of motivation and trust, reminding aficionados of the boundless control of confidence and commitment.

Journey of Dedication:

For lovers setting out on the journey to the Salasar Balaji Temple, the travel isn't simply a physical undertaking but an otherworldly journey filled with commitment and veneration. Travelers navigate awesome separations, braving the harsh terrain and climate conditions, to pay tribute to the cherished divinity. Each step of the journey is saturated with supplications and offerings, as lovers look to express their appreciation and dedication to Ruler Balaji.

Unceasing Endowments:

At the heart of the Salasar Balaji Sanctuary lies the faithful conviction within the interminable endowments of Master Hanuman. Lovers run to the sanctuary looking for comfort, guidance, and assurance, certain in the conviction that the divine nearness of Master Balaji will enlighten their way and lighten their inconveniences. Whether it be monetary hardships, familial strife, or individual struggles, devotees discover comfort within the comforting grasp of the compassionate divinity.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the Salasar Balaji Sanctuary stands as a confirmation to the persevering control of confidence and commitment. Through its stories of wonders and divine intercessions, the temple rouses lovers to develop unflinching conviction within the generous beauty of the divine. For those who look for comfort and recuperation, the unshaven and mustached frame of Lord Balaji offers a guide of trust, directing them through life's challenges with sympathy and divine mediation. Buy all puja items online from Pujashoppe, one of the best puja items stores in India. Shop Now. 

[hanumanmandiradelaide]

Exploring the Spiritual Oasis: Hanuman Mandir in South Australia

Nestled in the heart of Woodville Park, Adelaide, the Hanuman Mandir stands as a beacon of spirituality and cultural vibrancy. This Hindu temple, affectionately known as the Hanuman Temple of South Australia, serves as a sanctum for devotees seeking solace and connection to the divine.

Founded by dedicated Hindu followers in South Australia, the temple is not merely a place of worship but a cultural nucleus, preserving and promoting the rich tapestry of Indian traditions within the local community. At its core, the Hanuman Mandir is dedicated to venerating Lord Hanuman, a revered deity in Hinduism known for his unwavering devotion and unparalleled strength.

Upon entering the temple grounds, visitors are enveloped in an atmosphere of tranquility and reverence. The architecture, adorned with intricate carvings and vibrant hues, reflects the timeless beauty of Indian craftsmanship. It is not just a physical structure but a spiritual oasis where the earthly and divine realms converge.

The ethos of the Hanuman Mandir transcends religious boundaries, extending its warm embrace to individuals from all walks of life. Whether one is a devout follower or a curious seeker, all are welcome to partake in the spiritual offerings of the temple. Daily rituals such as the sacred puja ceremonies provide devotees with an opportunity to express their devotion and gratitude to the divine.

Beyond its religious significance, the Hanuman Mandir serves as a cultural hub, celebrating the diversity and richness of Indian heritage. Throughout the year, the temple hosts a myriad of cultural events and festivities, showcasing traditional music, dance, and culinary delights. These vibrant celebrations not only unite the local Indian diaspora but also offer the broader community a glimpse into the colorful tapestry of Indian culture.

Central to the temple's mission is the promotion of peace, harmony, and spiritual growth. Through various educational initiatives and outreach programs, the Hanuman Mandir endeavors to foster understanding and goodwill among diverse communities. It serves as a symbol of unity in a world often fraught with division and strife.

The Hanuman Mandir stands as a testament to the enduring legacy of faith and tradition. It is more than just a place of worship; it is a sanctuary where souls find solace, hearts find healing, and spirits find renewal. As the sun sets on the tranquil suburb of Woodville Park, the divine presence of Lord Hanuman continues to illuminate the path of seekers, guiding them towards inner peace and enlightenment.

The Shani Dev Mandir in Adelaide is a serene sanctuary dedicated to Lord Shani, a revered deity in Hinduism associated with discipline and justice. Nestled in the heart of Adelaide, this temple offers devotees a place for prayer, reflection, and spiritual solace. Adorned with intricate architecture and vibrant religious symbols, the temple provides a tranquil atmosphere for devotees to connect with the divine and seek blessings for prosperity and protection. Whether visitors come to offer prayers or simply to find a moment of peace, the Shani Dev Mandir offers a welcoming space for all.

Donations for the Hanuman Mandir in South Australia support the upkeep and activities of this sacred Hindu temple dedicated to Lord Hanuman, the epitome of devotion, strength, and loyalty in Hindu mythology. Contributions help maintain the temple's facilities, organize religious events, and support community initiatives aimed at spreading spiritual teachings and fostering cultural understanding. Your generosity ensures that the Hanuman Mandir remains a vibrant center of worship and a beacon of spiritual guidance for devotees in South Australia.

GIR COW GAUSHALA SHEWA is a sanctuary committed to the welfare of Gir cows, a cherished breed known for its significance in Hindu culture. Situated in [location], this gaushala provides a loving home for Gir cows, offering them shelter, nourishment, and medical care. Through its dedication to preserving and honoring these gentle creatures, GIR COW GAUSHALA SHEWA not only fosters a deeper understanding of traditional agricultural practices but also promotes compassion and respect for all living beings. Your support enables the gaushala to continue its vital mission of caring for these sacred animals.

[xasha777]

In a realm where the essence of life itself was the Art of Crystalline Weaving, there existed a renowned figure, revered and enshrouded in mystery: Françoise d'Humières. Known as the Sapphire Enchantress, she was the last in a line of ancient Weavers, whose ability could shape the very fabric of reality.

The story begins in the heart of the Fractal Forest, a place where trees are born from patterns of ice and branches of solidified shadows. Françoise, draped in a gown spun from the midnight sky, stood beneath the sentinel trees, her hands weaving a symphony of frost that danced through the air. Her eyes, a hue deeper than any ocean, reflected an ageless sorrow.

As the Enchantress of the Fractal Forest, Françoise was bound to a prophecy foretold by the stars themselves—a prophecy that spoke of an era of peace that could only be ushered in by the union of all seven Crystalline Kingdoms. But the kingdoms were at odds, divided by centuries of conflict and mistrust.

The might of Françoise’s Weaving was a power coveted by many. It was said her crystalline creations could sing, laugh, and even weep—echoing the emotions of those who gazed upon them. Yet, such beauty was also a beacon for strife, as warmongers sought to harness her gifts for conquest.

One fateful night, under the radiant glow of three orbiting moons, a stranger breached the perimeters of the forest. Cloaked in a fabric that absorbed the light, the stranger was from a lineage of star-travelers, possessing technology that could manipulate the very strings of time.

They had come seeking the Enchantress, bearing a message encrypted in the language of the cosmos. Françoise listened intently as the stranger unfolded tales of distant galaxies and civilizations that thrived on the energy of harmony. They spoke of the Array—a mythical convergence of cosmic energy that could amplify her Weaving to reach across galaxies, stitching together not just fractured kingdoms, but worlds.

Moved by the traveler's plea and the chance to fulfill the prophecy, Françoise d'Humières made a pact. She would embark on a journey beyond her crystalline domain, beyond even her star, to weave a peace that spanned the universe. As she stepped forth from her sanctum, a cascade of sapphire energy swirled around her, the Crystalline Weaving forming a vessel around her being, propelling her towards the heavens.

And so, the legend of the Sapphire Enchantress, Françoise d'Humières, transformed. No longer just a weaver of frost and shadow, but a weaver of destinies—her story etched in the annals of time, a reminder that within the delicate strands of existence, there lies the power to connect and unify all things.

[visual-euphony]

읽다 : Precepts of Precaution.

About The Wordsmith / 꼭 읽어야 할 !

Beneath the celestial tableau of Sagittarius, on the eve of the fourteenth nightfall in the waning year, emerged the fabled wordsmith, an envoy of the sagacious bloodline, her sacred quill poised to inscribe upon the terrestrial realm.

Noteworthy for an inherent reverence for rights, boundaries, and diverse perspectives, she beckons in kindred expectation of reciprocal accord. The crux of her fervent endeavor lies in the serenity of intellect, an unwavering resolve that steels her against any potential discord arising from her existence or comportment among fellow souls. In the event of perceived transgressions, rest assured, for she attunes herself to the emotional cadence of others, pledging against replicating actions that may inflict harm.

The dominion she presides over was not conceived as a crucible for public strife or malevolence towards others. The mask she adorns assumes the role of a creative muse, a sculptor's chisel rather than a weapon poised to mar its dignified countenance.

May this epistle serve as a clarion call to dispel any shadows of uncertainty. Let no timidity forestall reaching out, for any perplexity shall find its recognition and solace.

The Immutable Decrees / 필기 해 !

Amidst the immutable decrees that govern her existence, a palpable disdain for those who flaunt disrespect and an abhorrence for the appraisers of worth anchored in arbitrary hierarchies define her disposition. Confronted with such demeanor, she may lean towards retreat or choose the sanctuary of silence in their company.

In matters of artistic integrity, she harbors no inclination for compromise, particularly when confronted with the specter of plagiarized themes or compositions affixed to her realm. The echo of such pilferage, once heard, forewarns of forthright confrontation, a discourse that may ascend to the public forum if resolution remains elusive in private sanctums.

Within the confines of her creative sanctum, constructive critique is accorded a gracious reception, as she values the myriad perspectives that illuminate her craft. Such insights constitute the enriching pigment that colors her understanding of the subtle nuances interwoven into the tapestries of her expression. While resilient in the face of even the most stringent appraisals, she vehemently discourages wanton disparagement, cognizant of its potential to evoke fervent responses within the fortress of her self-assuredness.