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the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud · 1 year ago

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EVEN MORE RGVERSE OC BIOS GOOD GRIEF THERE'S LIKE 64 OF THESE BITCHES NOW

uh huh

this also includes the ones who i already have made art of btw. also i redid primeval's bio and added smth into logos' bio a lil so they'll be here too :)

uuuuuuunder the cuttttttt like alwayssssss

• Logos

Emotionless; that's one word to describe her personality. Okay, maybe she's not entirely emotionless, she just has a hard time expressing them, that's all. She's a girl who comes from a rich family, but even money can't buy her happiness. She hates life sometimes, but she tries, she supposes. Little does anyone know, she may have a more higher position in Amazing Mighty's eyes.

• Primeval Texture

A girl who...wasn't exactly a girl before, honestly. She's the result of a science experiment, that involved merging a bunch of random elemental pieces of different textures to become one. Though, the results weren't really expected by the scientists there. As a result, they abandoned her on the Memory Forest when she's still unconscious. Nowadays, she just lives her life to the fullest.

• Technicolour

He was someone who wanted to live a normal life, until that day came. He remembered how his father put him inside of a cube that is apparently called the 'Protection Cube', and how he was left all alone in there, doomed to fall into an eternal sleep...until someone can get him out of there, obviously. He was once a cheerful and happy young boy, but now he's gotten a little more serious, yet still innocent in a way. It's probably because of that really long dream he had during his sleep.

• Ego Eimi

A fallen angel who tries her best to get back up again. She always goes unnoticed by the 'real' angels in The Realm of the Almighty, hence why she always craves for attention in a way. It's her happiness.

• Arghena

Let chaos and destruction destroy this world (and let it start a new one).

• Callima Karma

Tessi's right-hand...err, woman. Also known as; Tessi's assistant. Callima is rather stoic and rarely expresses any other emotion other than passion and rage, passion for her job and rage for that stupid girl who keeps following her around these days.

• Spinel

I'm sorry.

• Conflict

The Goddess of...well, conflict, obviously. What else would it be? Anyways, she has always found entertainment in conflict and drama, and would always spy on the other Gods to see if any conflict sparks up between them. Conflict, too, has some beef with Hikaru.

• Crave Wave

A witch who resides in Modelista City's more quieter parts. He has a certain diary, which he writes every night with things that happened during that day, or maybe how he feels at the moment. He apparently also has a magic book of sorts, because why wouldn't he? Don't worry, though. He's a good witch! He won't hex you or anything~

• Ringed Genesis

A rather pristine and pure being. If you taint his pureness, the dove will put you on the list of people who have disappointed Amazing Mighty and The Testifier. He is...like an angel of sorts. Do you get me?

• DRG

A mysterious music composer who has made a big name for herself in the music industry. Nobody knows her real name, since DRG is just an alias for herself. Nobody knows much about her outside of her music and who she simply is; DRG.

• Aresi

Ars's older sister and the princess of the Cantate Kingdom. She has a strong sense of justice that no other judge or lawyer would have. Instead of wanting to be royalty, she wanted to pursue her dream in becoming a judge instead. Her parents wholeheartedly support her in this, knowing full well they'll just give the future ruler role to Ars instead. He doesn't mind this either, so whatever.

• Lacey

After making things right for her and Tempestissimo, she gives up her goddess powers and the identity of 'The Testifier' and decided to live on as a normal human being by the name 'Lacey'. Together with her new friend Tempestissimo, Lacey sets off on a new journey in her life, ready to see what will come to her next.

• Mantis

A rather...peculiar man. His mysterious aura makes others curious of who he really is, but his menacing and weird aura automatically makes him unapproachable. When he sets his mind on something, he's determined to reach to that goal successfully. He'd do anything, he'd sacrifice anything or anyone, just for one specific goal he has in mind. For the past few years, however, he has been fixated on only one particular goal...

• Larva

Do you remember who you once were?

• Retribution

A tough guy, in Destonio's words. If you even try to do anything bad to him, you'll definitely be met with a fist to your face. He's always serious and radiates a rather...intimidating aura, which makes him unapproachable enough. Though, do you feel something weird?

• Chariot

She may seem like someone who can't defend herself for the life of her, but in reality, she's pretty dangerous. Especially since she's a fucking vampire. Just...don't get on her bad side.

• Melody

A young girl who loves summer and festivals more than anything! When it's not summer, she longs to re-experience the memories she made during summer every year. She also longs to attend summer festivals more, because then she'll be able to watch 'the fireworks of love', as she likes to call it. She just loves summer, even if the weather is super irritatingly hot.

• Dawn

A famous idol from the Astra Kingdom who's popularity has been skyrocketing as of recently. There are rumors going around that she'll replace the late Hikaru's role of being the national idol, which also raises concerns of the rookie idol experiencing the same fate he did years ago. Hopefully that won't happen, though.

• Raven

A very prideful girl, if you will. She can act like she's an otherworldly being, which is...not exactly true, but she's not completely human either, so whatever. Nonetheless, behind her prideful act, lies a lone question; is she really okay?

• Risa

...She is most certainly not human in a sense. That's a joke, though, but still. She acts like she was just born into this world recently, but she's 16, so that's definitely impossible. She is someone who is always curious about the world around her, it's unknown why she's like this, though.

• Unknown Levels

That name is just a made up 'prototype' name for him, because even if he looks human, he's not. His only objective and reason to be alive is to destroy. Destroy what? Not even he knows, but he obliges to [REDACTED GROUP NAME] either way. Because he was made to serve for them, after all.

• Transient Space

She reminds him of Risa's calmness and curiosity, and also of Technicolour's cool vibes and how expressionless Logos is. Someone who is quiet, but is a nice person to be with. She brings peace, like the calm before the storm.

• Nameless Passion

She really is a Nameless Passion of sorts, since she was born out of their passion for something. She reminds him of Unknown Levels' aggressiveness, and also of how Ego Eimi's passion of being someone who is understood can ruin her too. She also reminds him of...Arghena. She scares him. She really does.

• TeraVolt

The Goddess of Weather. The one who controls the weather in this world. She reminds him of how cheerful Dawn is, and how hopeful Primeval Texture is. Though, she also is rather prideful of herself, much like Raven. She is a rather mysterious individual, though...

• Equilibrium

One of the royal guards of the Cantate Kingdom, he has the honor title due to saving Prince Ars' life one time. Equilibrium is probably the youngest of the royal guards. After all, the Cantate's family royal guards are rarely anyone in their 20s, so Equilibrium was easily underestimated for a short period of time. Just like Aresi, he has a strong sense of justice too. He can also be the mediator for any conflict within castle grounds. A royal guard who is befitting for the honor title, after all.

• Stasis

An inventor of the Cantate Kingdom who is close "friends" with Equilibrium. Friends in quotations, by the way. He can be a bit chaotic at times, but when the situation calls for it, he will act serious. He owns a pretty big airship that he built up himself, and when he's bored and needed something to do, he'll always ride on that airship. Y'know, just for fun.

• Destroyer

Oh, she's dangerous.

She'll just shoot you with a beam if she doesn't like you that much, honestly.

oh gos that's lal of them what the ufk

#i am NOT tagging everyone ok bye #arthesias ocs #rgverse: character info

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babygirlthor · 3 years ago

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Space: I want to try to get Loki’s attention. So I’m going to blow up the weapon’s vault.

Mind: You really shouldn’t.

Space: I’m going to do it.

Mind: That’s a bad idea.

Space: I’m going to have to say… no.

Mind: That wasn’t a question.

Space: Could you phrase it like one?

#let tessie cause chaos 😤#infinoki incorrect quotes #tesseroki #infinoki #psych quotes

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digi-lov · 2 years ago

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Another combi I wanna talk about are Angemon and Pidmon.

Pidmon's name is derived from the word cupid. In some localizations it's transliterated as Piddomon.

More than a simple palette swap, there are multiple small details that differentiate Pidmon from Angemon, but the most notable one would be that Pidmon has fewer wings than Angemon.

This is because Pidmon has the lowest rank among Angel Digimon. An Angel Digimon's rank is reflected in their number of wings. This doesn't always equal power however, as the Reference Book describes Pidmon's power to be on par with Angemon.

Pidmon has 1 pair of wings, Darcmon 2 pairs, Angemon 3 pairs, MagnaAngemon and Angewomon both have 4 pairs, Seraphimon and Ophanimon have 5 pairs, and finally Lucemon has 6 pairs of wings. Also Lucemon Chaos Mode and Mastemon have 6 light and 6 dark wings each.

Piddomon BT4-042 Alternative Art by tessy from the Tamer Battle Pack 10 [J] / Winner Pack X Record [E]

Darcmon BT1-053 by Teppei Tadokoro from BT-01 Booster new Evolution Angemon ST3-05 Alternative Art by tessy from the 1st Anniversary Adventure Pack [J] / Official Tournament Pack Vol. 3 [E]

Angewomon BT2-037 by Teppei Tadokoro from BT-02 Booster Ultimate Power MagnaAngemon ST3-08 by tessy from ST-3: Starter Deck Heaven's Yellow

Ophanimon BT2-040 by Teppei Tadokoro from BT-02 Booster Ultimate Power Seraphimon ST3-11 by Nakano Haito from ST-3: Starter Deck Heaven's Yellow

Lucemon BT4-115 by Nakano Haito from BT-04 Booster Great Legend

Lucemon: Chaos Mode BT7-111 by Tonamikanji from BT-07 Booster Next Adventure Mastemon BT3-090 by yuuki. from BT-03 Booster ultimate Power

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wickedobsessed101 · 3 years ago

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"Sewing It Up" Oneshot #13: "Guiding Light"

3.9K words of more mother-daughter fun fluff with Villy & Nyris ‘cause I was in the mood.

This was supposed to be the final oneshot in the series, but I’m writing one more after this!

~~~

“Nyris, the bus is coming in fifteen minutes, whether we’re at the stop or not,” Villy sighed from the doorway. “Personally, I’d like to be there.”

“Where’s my bag?” the ten-year-old groaned as she ran around her room.

“Wherever you left it. Maybe you’d be able to find something if you cleaned your room.”

“It’s not a mess. It’s organized chaos.”

The blind seamstress rolled her eyes with a huff. “There’s no such thing, especially in this house with me.”

“Found it!” Nyris giggled triumphantly. She made sure she had her allowance (she had been saving for almost three months), slipped her plastic cat ears headband onto her head, and fixed the long strap over her shoulder, matching her stepmother. “Let’s go!”

The two had been looking forward to this special day all week: shopping together at the Sheplin Mall. It was something they didn’t get to do as much, since Nyris was busy with school and ballet, and Villy was busy in the boutique. But the dressmaker had taken the weekend off, leaving Scarly and Maven in charge of the shop, for some much-needed quality time. She remembered teasing her former-employee-now-princess about being a workaholic, and didn’t want to slip into that hypocrite area.

“Put on a sweater. It's getting cooler.”

She went into her closet and grabbed her sky blue, button-up cardigan. “Okay! Let’s go!” She bounced past her stepmother and down the steps with her in tow. “C’mon, Mimsey! We’ve gotta catch the bus!”

The dressmaker reached for her cane on the hook by the door and unfolded it. “I don’t know why you’re rushing me. I’m not the one who spent twenty minutes trying to figure out which skirt to wear.”

“I had to make sure it matched my leggings!” she said like it was obvious.

Villy couldn't blame her, knowing she picked up the fashion tips from her, and locked the door behind them. The two walked down the street to the bus stop hand-in-hand, Nyris excitedly swinging their arms. They made it with five minutes to spare, and Villy got out her wallet for the bus fare, mimicked by Nyris.

“I have my own bus money.”

“I thought you wanted to use your money at the mall.”

“Big girls pay for themselves. I wanna use my own money.”

Villy gave her a light hand squeeze, knowing she wanted to feel grown-up, and nodded. “Okay.”

Once the bus arrived, the young girl proudly paid her fare with a wide grin, then led her stepmother to a two-seater near the middle. “Mimsey?”

“Yeah?”

“No seamstressing.”

Her eyebrow quirked. “What does that mean?”

“You don’t have to talk about fabrics or hemstitches or anything seamstressy. No work talk.”

She nodded. “I promise not to stress over seams.”

“Mimsey.”

Villy had been dreading the day her stepdaughter’s love and interest in her profession would diminish. Now ten, Nyris was starting to develop her own interests, and Villy saw she was starting to lose her “magical dressmaker” persona. But she had to appreciate her honesty. “Okay, Jellybean. This is our special time together, and I’ll make sure my seamstress side doesn’t take over my mother side.”

She snuggled closer. “Thank you.”

Since work-talk was off the table, Villy asked about school and extracurriculars. Nyris indulged her excitedly. The young girl was more than happy to talk about her best friends, how much she liked her music teacher, the boy she liked, and the boy she didn’t.

“I’m ready for my vocabulary test next week, but there’s one word I’m having trouble using in a sentence.”

“What word?”

“Innuendo.”

She thought for a moment. “Okay, here’s one: As long as you’re living under my roof, you better not let me catch any boys sneaking in-ya-window.”

Nyris burst into a fit of giggles. “You’re silly, Mimsey!”

Villy immediately joined her, hugging her close. The driver announced their destination and the bus stopped down the street from the front entrance to the mall. The young girl led her stepmother through the double doors and excitedly looked around at all the stores.

“Let’s get a map. There should be a large board map with little maps inside a pocket near the door.”

“Over here.” Nyris took her hand and lead her towards the large map. She pulled one out and unfolded it. “Got one.”

“Let’s start on the ground floor first, then work our way up. How does that sound?”

“Okay,” Nyris said. She took her hand, this time intertwining their fingers, before she began to walk with her through the mall.

Villy tried to identify a few stores based on smell, or by the context of conversations she overheard. Some stores played music, while others didn’t. She knew when they passed a shoe store and a perfume store by their different, distinct smells. Nyris seemed to sense what she was trying to do and began to describe the stores as they passed them, which made Villy smile.

“This is Tessy’s,” Nyris said, leading her into a store.

“What do they sell here?”

“Mostly dressy clothes, like blouses, dress pants, business suits, skirts, and dresses.”

“Is it a big store?”

“Um… I guess so,” Nyris said, already half-distracted by a rack of pink skirts.

Villy nodded and followed her around the store. The aisles in between the racks of clothes were wide, not creating much of an obstacle. She followed the sounds of her stepdaughter’s giggles and contemplation hums. She knew she wasn’t actively thinking to hold her hand and lead her through the store, so she used the other skills she had to make sure she didn’t get lost or lose her. “What’s the golden rule?”

She looked up from the table of collared sweaters. “Stripes never go with plaids or florals.”

“And who taught you that?”

“You did, Mimsey.”

The seamstress grinned. Those were the only work-related words of wisdom she offered during their trip.

“Look at this!” Nyris smiled, gently pressing a piece of fabric into her hands.

Villy took the fabric and examined it. It was a silky material with sleeves that felt like they would stop at elbow length. She felt the collar and the buttons of the front and realized that it was a blouse. “This is nice,” she commented. “But it’s so light. It feels see-through.” Her stepdaughter hadn’t started wearing a bra yet, and a see-through blouse wouldn’t be ideal.

“I can wear a camisole underneath it,” Nyris said logically.

Villy shook her head and gave it back. “Find something that’s not see-through.”

“Okay,” she said glumly as she put the blouse back.

A few minutes later, the ten-year-old decided on a cotton candy pink, non-see-through blouse, a navy, gathered, mini-skirt (that Villy made sure wasn’t too mini), and baby blue maxi dress with a smocked bodice, ruffled tiered silhouette, and little hearts all over, before they made their way to the checkout counter.

“Your total is twenty-two dollars and fifty cents,” the cashier said.

Nyris pulled out her money and handed it to the cashier. “Thank you!”

“Ready?” Villy asked.

“Uh-huh!”

They made their way to the second floor, where Nyris wanted to go into another clothing store. Villy suspected that it was like the previous store since she recognized some of the fabrics that brushed against her arm. She found her way to a rack of skirts and felt through the items.

“What about this one?” she asked, pulling out a wool skirt and holding it up to where she thought her stepdaughter was standing. “Nyris?” When she didn’t get a response, she called her again. Still nothing. Taking a deep breath, she tried not to panic. She couldn’t have left the store, but then where was she?

“Is everything alright, Miss?” a sales associate to her left asked.

Villy turned towards her. “I seem to have been separated from my daughter.”

“What does she look like?”

“Um… she’s ten, wearing a cat ears headband, and –”

“Mimsey!” Nyris exclaimed, hurrying towards her.

“Found her,” the associate chuckled before excusing herself to help another customer.

“Nyris, where were you?” Villy asked, relief evident in her voice.

“I found this really cute blue dress and wanted to try it on.”

“That’s fine, but you need to let me know where you’re going before you go off like that.”

Nyris quickly realized her mistake. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

Villy sighed, rubbing her face. “It’s okay. Do you like the dress?”

“Yeah. It’s nice,” she said, handing it to her to feel.

After inspecting it, Villy gave her approval and showed Nyris the wool skirt she found. Nyris took a clear interest in it and held it up to her body.

“It looks like it’ll fit.”

“You wanna buy it?”

Nyris hummed in consent, and they went to the register. As they walked out of the store, the young girl continued to chat happily with her stepmother, happily walking side-by-side. They went inside a few more stores, but didn’t buy anything, since Nyris didn’t see anything she was interested in.

Carousel music in the distance caught the dressmaker’s attention and she stopped. “Do you remember riding the carousel?”

“A bit. It was fun, but you weren’t feeling well afterwards.”

The seamstress fought to keep the smile on her face. “Do you wanna go again? You’re ten now. I think that’s old enough to go by yourself.”

“No. I’m okay.”

She swallowed. “I’ll go on with you, if it would make you more comfortable. You used to love carousels.”

“I don’t want to now. Carousels are for little kids.”

She could tell she didn’t believe what she just said, but was led away from the music before she could comment further.

“Can we go into the sweets shop?” Nyris asked, stopping in front of a sweet shop.

Villy turned and smiled at the strong scent of chocolate. “Okay.”

“They’re having a truffle sale. We can fill a gift bag with fifty pieces for fifteen dollars.”

The seamstress had no idea what they were gonna do with fifty truffles, but Nyris led her around, telling her all the chocolate flavors on the wall.

“There’s cappuccino, coconut, red velvet, almond, strawberries and cream, caramel, and white peppermint.”

They worked together to fill their bag (Villy’s selection consisted of mostly red velvet, and Nyris’s got coconut) with the assorted flavors.

“Let’s have some lunch before snacking of truffles,” the dressmaker said as they left and Nyris reached into the bag, sneaking a snack.

After salads in the food court, followed by a few pieces of their treats, they made their way to the top floor. They walked around, mostly window shopping (with descriptions of the window displays), then Nyris found a tween clothing store and picked out a denim jumper and pink plaid overall dress. As they walked out, Nyris gasped loudly, and Villy stopped abruptly.

“What is it?”

“You need new clothes, too!”

The seamstress relaxed. “Alright. Let’s go to Keada’s. It should be down this way.” She turned and led Nyris down the way they came. She recognized the store by the soft music and led her inside.

“What are you looking for?” Nyris asked.

“Um… something for fall, that will be warm without trapping body heat. They should have their fall clothes out.” She found a table and felt through the blazers and skirts, feeling for fabrics and shapes she liked.

“Look at this!” Nyris took her hand and guided her to a nearby mannequin.

Villy examined the dress. It was a polar fleece dress with an elbow-length cloak over the shoulders, short sleeves, and midi length, swing skirt that billowed out. “Okay. What color is it?”

“Magenta. And it has little, light pink roses on the skirt.”

She groped around for the dress rack. “Is it on this one?”

“Yeah. It comes in magenta, red, and dark green.”

“Which one’s the magenta?”

“The ones in the front right side. And they’re in size order.”

She sifted through the dresses, figuring the mediums would be in the middle. She pulled out a dress and held it against her body. “What size is this?”

“Medium.”

“Great. Let’s find the fitting rooms.”

Nyris saw the large fitting room sign on the other side of the store, followed by Villy. She played a game of invisible hopscotch as Villy tried the dress on.

“Nyris?” Villy asked, emerging from the room, smoothing out the skirt, which stopped at her knees in soft pleats.

The young girl turned with a wide grin. “Wow! You look spectaculary, Mimsey!”

“Thank you. I like the way this feels.”

“Buy it! Buy it!”

She smiled and disappeared back into the fitting room, reemerging in her regular clothes and the dress in her free hand. As they left the store, she checked her watch. “We have time for one more store.”

“Why one? I thought we were gonna spend the day together.”

“We are. It’s a surprise, so pick your final store.”

She glanced down at the map in her hands, then grinned and led the way down the path.

“What store is this?”

“Klaire’s!”

The dressmaker braced herself for the over-excitedness of a ten-year-old girl surrounded by sparkly accessories. She knew exactly what to expect, and Nyris didn’t disappoint. She wasn’t surprised when Nyris made her hold the bags as she flitted around the store, looking at all the accessories. The sparkly accessories caught Villy’s attention, and she suggested a glittery, heart-pendant necklace, which Nyris immediately fawned over.

Nyris declared their shopping day a success as she exited the store with her bag of new headbands, silk scrunchies with long ribbons attached, sparkly hair clips, and the heart-pendant necklace. “Where are we going now?” she asked once she and Villy exited the mall.

“The Peach Oasis.”

The little girl gasped. “The fancy spa?”

“I booked the mother-daughter twinning package, complete with facials, massages, and mani-pedis.”

“Really? Thank you, Mimsey!” She threw her arms around her.

Villy eagerly returned the hug. “You’re welcome. Our appointment’s at four. It’s across town, so we have to take the bus, then walk.”

“I like walking with you.”

She chuckled. “I like walking with you, too. Let’s get going. Can you put your bags in mine?” She was given a big bag at Keada’s, despite only buying one dress.

Nyris’s multiple purchases easily fit in the big bag. They made it to the bus stop just in time, taking it a few stops to the other side of the city. Once they got off, Villy took the lead as they headed down the street. With one hand holding the bag and the other maneuvering her cane, it left no free hand for Nyris to hold. Instead, the younger girl looped her arm with her stepmother’s bag arm, falling in step beside her.

Villy chose to think that this was a mother-daughter thing, rather than a guiding thing. Nyris was at the age where she was very eager to help everyone do everything. Whether it was stapling papers for her father, helping Chozon learn his colors and numbers, or leading and handing her stepmother things, she was always in ‘all hands on deck’ mode.

While the seamstress appreciated the help (since she knew it would probably vanish in her teenage years), she had to gently explain to Nyris that she didn’t need help with everything all the time. The little girl was very sweet and caring, with her heart in the right place, and didn’t want to discourage her, so they had to work on finding that balance together.

Now that she was more susceptible to outside influences, that’s where it probably came from. But at the end of the day, she was still a child, albeit a naturally precocious one, and Villy didn’t want to throw the extra responsibility onto her.

“There’s a sign up ahead,” Nyris pointed out.

“What does it say?”

“‘Contortion Ahead’.”

Villy’s eyebrow rose. “Contortion? I don’t think –” Loud banging noises and drilling grew louder, and she abruptly stopped. “Construction ahead,” she corrected.

"Oh. The sidewalk's blocked off."

Villy bit her lip. She hated approaching a surprise construction zone. It made traveling independently more challenging than normal, since she couldn’t hear the traffic flow. “Um…” She paused to think of a solution. It was loud, but sounded a bit far off, towards the end of the block.

“We can cross the street. They’re working on just this side of the sidewalk and street.”

She hated crossing the street outside a crosswalk. Crosswalks were safer, since cars had to slow down and had the chance to see that she couldn’t see them. “Okay. We can go back.”

“There’s a crosswalk in the middle of the street, so we don’t have to go all the way back.”

She wasn’t aware of this mid-street crosswalk, but led the way back, her cane sweeping and searching for the dip in the curb. Her cane hit something metal, and she reached out her hand, feeling the hard octagon. A stop sign signaling the pedestrian crossing, but the curb didn’t dip, nor did she feel the tactile ground marking. She listened for traffic, still a bit harder due to the construction noise, and took Nyris’s hand, looping the bag around her wrist.

Safely across, the seamstress let out a silent breath and turned to go back down the street. She held back a wince at the noise as they approached, but knew they weren’t walking towards the blocked-off path. They rounded the corner and she relaxed, letting go of Nyris’s hand.

“How much farther?”

“We’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“How many minutes is ‘a few’?”

“Seven.” An arbitrary number, but it satisfied her. She just hoped Nyris wasn’t keeping track of the time to a ‘T’ and wouldn’t ask why they weren’t there in seven minutes.

Their walk was quiet, and she heard Nyris jumping beside her, probably playing a game of invisible hopscotch. Suddenly, she stopped and took her arm. “There’s a crack here.”

“Sweetie, you don’t have to warn me about every little obstacle.”

She gently pulled her out of the crack’s path.

“No, Nyris.” She gently pulled her arm away and turned to her. “You’re walking with me. I’m the one leading the way.”

“But you’re –”

“The adult and the protector in charge of making the decisions. I prefer it when we walk together. I…” She took a breath. She knew Nyris knew she was more than capable of doing these types of things. All those times when she was little, and they went to the playground, or when she stayed with her in the boutique, or when they went to the ice cream parlor, Nyris would just hold her hand and follow her without question or hesitation. “I can find where things are and ways around them. I don’t need things handed to me unless I ask. And I don’t like being pulled and dragged. It’s not your responsibility to always guide me because I don't want it to be.”

“Okay,” she agreed softly. She locked her hands behind her back, hanging her head.

The dressmaker missed the subtle body language change and continued walking, feeling her stepdaughter fall in step beside her. She was able to maneuver around a bike in the middle of the sidewalk and a car parked over the curb without her stepdaughter’s assistance. “We’re almost there,” she announced to break the silence. “Has it been seven minutes yet?”

“I don’t know.” A pause and she grabbed her arm.

Villy frowned. Could she not even try to be discreet after what she just said? “Nyris –”

“There are tree branches hanging down.”

She stopped. Low-hanging tree branches were undetectable with her cane, and a danger to her getting scratched in the face. “Okay. Wait,” she quickly added when Nyris started gently pulling her. “No pulling.” If she was so insistent on doing this, she was old enough to learn to do it properly. She placed her hand on her shoulder and stepped behind her. “Let me know when we’re past it.”

Nyris looked up at her, but walked around the sharp, protruding nature. “Okay. We’re good now.”

“Thank you, Jellybean,” Villy said, stepping beside her. She took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

She hurriedly wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

Once the tension of the moment released, they continued their walk. Villy checked her watch, discovering they had five minutes to get to the spa and check-in before their appointment.

“I see the spa!” Nyris smiled, bouncing as she pointed across the street.

“And we’re right on schedule,” Villy added, about to lead the way across the quiet street, but stopped short.

“We can cross now.”

“Wait, Nyris.”

“But we have the green person.”

“I know, but wait.”

“Why?” Nyris looked down the street. “I don’t see any cars coming.”

Villy squeezed her hand to hush her. Sure enough, a distant siren soon reached Nyris’s ears, and she looked up just as two police cars turned the corner and sped in front of them, bypassing the red light.

“You knew the police cars were coming?” she asked once they safely crossed the street.

“I heard the sirens getting closer, but wasn’t sure if they were turning this way.”

The path leading to the front door was cobblestone, and she felt the terrain change from the concrete. She felt for the door handle and opened the door for her daughter, following her inside.

“Welcome to The Peach Oasis Day Spa. Do you have an appointment?” the receptionist behind the counter asked.

“Yes. Moxx for four o’clock,” Villy said, walking towards the voice and stopping when her cane hit the counter.

She checked them off her list. “Wonderful. Your personal masseuses will be out when your private room’s ready.”

“We’re ready for the Moxx party now, Aysmin,” one of the young masseuses said, coming out with her co-worker.

“Yay!” Nyris clapped, her excitement bubbling over.

The masseuses introduced themselves (Uilia and Eshlin) and instructed them to follow them to the locker room to put their bags away.

“May I take your arm?” Villy asked.

“Of course.” One of the masseuses stepped forward and brushed her arm against Villy’s.

The dressmaker lightly gripped her arm right above her elbow and followed them to the locker room. “You’re Eshlin, right?”

“Yup. I’ll be your personal masseuse, and Uilia’s with your daughter.”

Once their bags were safely away, they were led to the changing room to change into fuzzy robes and soft headbands. Their private room was quiet, save for the soft trickling of water from a small fountain. The full-body massages were first, followed by the facials (Nyris couldn’t stop snacking on the cucumbers), then the mani-pedis. Villy chose lavender polish, while Nyris chose a sparkly dark blue.

After two hours of pampering, the two left feeling super relaxed and rejuvenated. Nyris stayed in step with her stepmother, letting her lead and navigate around obstacles herself. She made sure not to grab or pull, settling for occasional hand squeezes. It took the seamstress a moment to realize the hand squeezes weren’t discreet warnings, but affectionate pulses, and she squeezed back every time.

“Thank you for today, Mimsey,” Nyris smiled, snuggling closer to Villy as the bus approached their home stop. “I had lots of fun.”

“You’re welcome, Jellybean. I had lots of fun with you, too.” She rested her chin atop her head. “And I appreciate your help.”

The young girl’s smile widened and she kissed her cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#sewing it up #guiding light #stepmother #family fluff #ocs #ocfairygodmother #blind character #shopping spree #ocappreciation

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lokis-tribble-army · 6 years ago

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Just a thought, but what if Loki started the whole Area 51 raid thing, because they have his Tesseract and he wants it back?

You know? It's all just to cover the real goal of the raid.

To those who are going to raid area 51; if you happen to stumble across an angry, Norse God going by the name Loki, please don't hand him to Marvel. Give him to us, the Loki stans, instead. We know what to do with him.

#loki #tesseract #area 51 #frostspace #loki and tessi #marvel #loki headcanon #it's his plan #let cause an army of humans chaos while you get your beloved tesseract back #akiko reblogs

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worldsalight · 3 years ago

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he hadn’t recognized her, though she looked to be about his age. little moly hadn’t seemed to recognize her, either, which made him think this really was someone outside of their circle and not just a case of him still being new to the inside and not having everyone straight yet. she’d been polite, was dressed nicely, definitely seemed out of place in the neighborhood considering the company he usually kept around here. she was pretty, too - that had been baby john’s first observation, and that was probably why he’d been a bit eager to help her out with directions and to introduce himself. as she’d walked off on her way, baby john had lingered just a step behind little moly to give another glance her way over his shoulder.

they were all gathered in doc’s, crowded around little tables and munching on candy bars most of them could barely afford. baby john sat on the other side of the room, having snagged a spot near riff while he had the chance - though he quickly came to regret it when he saw tessie come in and sit over by velma. taking a little bit of his milky way, he glanced in her direction with hopes of catching her eye and being able to give her a little smile. of course, the second she actually returned his gaze, he got a bit too shy and quickly looked away again, going in for another bite and mentally kicking himself.

baby john had heard a lot from the other jets about tessie’s father, about all the reservations they had about her hanging around because of his work, and it made him a little uneasy. he liked her, and he might not have been so chicken to ask her out if he didn’t think it might ruffle the feathers of some of the other jets. they were all filing out of the gym - after another dance at which he’d been too nervous to ask her to be his partner and watched her stick around with the girls and hoped no one else would ask her and sweep her off her feet - when their paths started to converge, separated by just a few between them. some of the boys were aware of the little crush he had on tessie, but amidst the chaos of the mass exodus, his attempts to get their attention and let him edge his way closer to her went largely unnoticed. he still tried, though, craning his neck around them in hopes of catching her eye. when he did, he smiled immediately, almost like a reflex, shy and polite. he gave her a little wave, but before he could get any words out, he was jostled along by the jets, and the distance between them was once again increased. more time to work up the nerve to find her outside.

they were all gathered around riff, stationed on the street corner by doc’s, essentially just loitering, for lack of a better word. conversation was lively, disjointed, a lot of them interjecting over one another and shouting and laughing and attracting rather disdainful stares from some passersby. what broke up the raucousness though, for a brief moment, was a call from graziella across the street over to the boy at the center of it all. as riff returned it with a grin and a whistle, baby john looked across the way to see her walking with velma and tessie in tow. better yet, when e looked to meet tessie’s gaze, he noticed she was already looking his way. he practically beamed.

the boys seemed to have warmed up to her by now. no longer were there any private protests or airing of concerns about her and her father and all that nonsense that john had always preferred to ignore in favor of trusting the impression he had that she was a nice and upstanding girl - an opinion he frequently voiced and was frequently teased for. but she seemed to really be a part of the fray now, just like graziella or velma, which had given him plenty more opportunities to talk with her, which he’d become more than brave enough to do now. they were all hanging around at doc’s, per usual, afforded the space after hours by valentina on the grounds that she was keeping them out of deeper trouble on the street. seated at adjacent tables, some of the boys had been sending baby john signals of varying degrees of subtlety to finally make his move, though each time he glanced her way her attention was elsewhere and he would demur. finally, though, they seemed to both glance each other’s way at exactly the right time; baby john smiled shyly right away, then gave her a nod towards the back of the shop, an invitation to go talk privately for a moment.

@poetsung sent: five times glanced / accepting!

#poetsung #。 ·ﾟ baby john novak ‚ interaction.

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averysmolbear · 1 year ago

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Hello! I’m Lauren ☺️ I’m new to your blog but you seem cool and we have mutuals in common and I’m happy to be following you! Congrats on your 100 followers!!

Would I be able to get a note! My main fav is Mr Jean Kirschstein, we have a very loving and caring relationship (he sort of babies me haha), I have a lot of anxiety and he’s the one who helps me through it, reassures me he loves me no matter what. I’d love a comforting letter from him, please.

Hope you have a great day! ❤️

Hello! Welcome to my chaos! I’m more than happy to get Jean to write you a little note of comfort. I hope you enjoy it! And I hope you have a wonderful day too!

Tessie’s 100 follower event

#tessie answers #tessie’s 100 follower event

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poormeowmeowcollector · 4 years ago

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Let me give you my life

Pairing: Loki x Tesseract

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mourning, delusions, mental illness, alcohol, Original Character Death, Odin, fantastic racism

Summary: After Frigga's funeral, Loki starts hearing a voice. It changes their life completely.

Chapter 4: Bridge and Chorus

Chapter summary: the aftermath

Chapter warnings: Odin, Major Character Death, suicide

Chapter note: this chapter is dedicated to @lucywrites02 because she pretended to be a bad bitch yesterday.

Previous chapter AO3

No masters or kings when the ritual begins

The shackles sing as Loki walks towards the throne, fighting back a grin. Odin, on the other hand, sits on his high quality chair, believing to be intimidating.

"You have committed a grave crime against the-" Odin tries to speak, but Loki chuckles.

"I know what I have done, Odin. No need to repeat yourself," they interrupt, using a voice they've been hiding in their throat since they learned how to speak.

And it has so much to say…

"Has your mother taught you no respect for your king?" They yell, their favourite way of speaking to Loki. In all these years, Loki cowarded away at this voice, scared of a physical expression of the anger. This time, he laughs at it.

"Not my mother, and I have no king but myself," they smile, watching a new wave of anger flashing in the old charlatan's face.

"Silence! You never knew how to shut this mouth of yours!" Odin raises his voice, hoping to see the now natural cowering of Loki. The only answer is another laugh.

"Do you really want me to start speaking, Odin? To see who is truly guilty, with all these good dicks and whores listening?" Loki asks, a glow in his eyes as he gestures around as wide as the shackles allow. The harshness of their tongue makes the nobles who watch the "trial" gasp.

"Who taught you this language?" The old man spits, narrowing one eye.

"Apart from your anger? And that old warrior you ordered to teach Thor and me how to survive in a forest? And there are the guards, I can name a few but stitching is a worse crime than murder…" he mutters, acting if like he's chatting with a cup of tea other than being on a trial for murder.

There's no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

"Enough with your games! Why did you murder Lord Gæirasson in cold blood?" Odin asks the "big question", as if the right answer will lift the charges from Loki's name.

"Because… one, because he was a racist and offended me, to which the punishment is death. Two, because he started a war-"

"You started a war, Loki," Thor interrupts, taking Odin's side, like every time.

"A war had been started. Let's not blame people, Thor. Now where were I? Oh, yeah, at how Gæirasson started a war. Also, he refused to pay his taxes and you know how seriously I took my responsibility of being in charge of the palace's finances. Did war crimes against my people, father would be proud the son of a bitch is dead. And lastly, but definitely not least, a dreadful sense of fashion. Have you seen what his grooms wear? I think I threw up in my mouth when I saw it…" they finish with the rumbling, not even thinking of answering seriously. Odin will execute him anyways, would some fun be so bad?

"I said, enough with the games!" Odin basically screeches, their face going red.

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene

"For the murder of a lord, cause of a war and disrespect towards the throne, I Odin Allfather sentence you to a life in the dungeons," he decides.

"Dungeons? Not axe? Did Frigga's ghost or this moron talk you out of killing me?" Loki questions, taking their turn to narrow their eyes.

"If you keep talking, I might change my mind," Odin sighs, rubbing his temple.

"And get rid of this perfect pawn to hold King Laufey from the balls? A shame, really," Loki poutes and shrugs, pretending awfully that he cares.

"I will not stand your disrespect any longer! I had granted you your life, Loki, more than once! You will learn to respect me for it! Take them to the dungeons!" Odin speaks the final order. Four guards grab the chains that lead to Loki's shackles and push him away, forcing him to walk with them

Only then I am human / only then I am free

On the way to the dungeons, Thor stops the guards and demands to speak to Loki.

"Just tell me why, brother. Please. What didn't we give you to make you care so little?" they ask, grabbing Loki's shoulder, just like they always used to do.

"A family. That's what you didn't give me. And that's what I've earned," Loki answers, staring right into his no-brother's eyes, the blue in them and the pale lines that resemble his lightning. They know they won't see Thor from this close ever again, and they deserve a proper last memory.

"Then, I'm sorry. It's late, I know, but remember this, please… I shall visit, whenever I can, Loki. I swear. You shouldn't be in prison all alone," Thor promises. Loki gives only a nod, enough to make Thor dismiss the guards and let them keep walking Loki to his future and last chamber.

The only sign of emotions they allow themselves to show is a sigh, only out of sympathy.

For he knows that his freedom just begins.

Take me to church / I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

The moment the guards put Loki back into the white vacant cell and take their eyes off them, they cast an illusion of them settling on the floor and staring at nothing. The real Loki is walking up and down the room, waiting for the Tesseract to speak.

"Now?" he asks, feeling it close.

"Now, you need to learn who your family is. Not Odin, not Laufey, your true family, Entropy," they answer.

"What with this name? After all this, can't you call me by my name?" Loki groans.

"I am. You have many names. Entropy, the Chaos Stone, the Death Stone, the Knot… the last one, actually, is the name you're most familiar with, translated to Old Jötunn tongue," they speak, all matter-of-factly.

"You're lying, the Chaos stone is a myth," Loki brushes off the answer.

"It does exist. A black gem, created by billions of ropes, strings and threads tangled together. The hardest one to wield and command and impossible to find. The Jötnar had found it and worshipped it. And when Laufey found out that his son is nothing but a dead baby, he sacrificed the infant for the infant. And Odin found the baby crying in the altar, the gem gone,"

"So I own my life to an imaginary stone, apart from an old piece of shit. What a surprise…" Loki throws their hands in the air.

"No. You are the imaginary stone. In order to give life, the Chaos gem entered your body and never left. You are the flesh of a corpse and the mind of an infinity stone. And it's time to leave the corpse and join us,"

The aimless walking stops, and Loki's heart skips a beat

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

"You made me kill a man, for this?" he asks, glaring at nothing. They don't answer.

"You made me kill a man! Just so I could die!" boiling hot tears streaming down their eyes and slither into their shirt as burning red eyes stare at the empty room for something. "I trusted you! You promised me a family!" he yells between his sobs.

Their feet cannot support them, and they kneel down, turned into a crying sobbing and yelling mess. A hand, created by mist, grabs his shoulder, trying to provide comfort.

"I hate you," they spit, flaring their nose drills as they stare into the blue eyes of the illusion they use to pretend they're close to them.

"I'm sorry, hurting you was… if I could prevent it…" the stone says and gives him a small squeeze. And they mean it. If there was a way to do it without any pain, they would. But it's too late, Loki is already hurt…

Offer me that deathless death

Loki throws themselves into the tightest embrace they ever had, weeping like a baby. "I don't want to die. Please, I don't wanna die. Anything but this, anything, please!" he whispers, diving his head into their shoulder without a thought of holding back the tears.

"Shhhh, you won't die. Not truly. Your mind is the stone, as long as it exists you exist. And the body will stay intact until you need it again. You will be fine, I promise," they whisper, hoping of making them feel better.

"I'm scared, Tessie. I'm so scared, I can't," for a prince, Loki sounds so small, almost like the small child they used to be. Tessie starts playing with his hair, hoping to calm him down, even for a bit.

"It's alright. Everything will be fine, no matter if you do it or not," they shush them.

"If I do it or not?" Loki repeats, sniffing quietly and breaking the hug only to look at the misty blue eyes of Tessie.

"I… you're in so much pain… if you decide that you had enough, you'll be left alone," they explain. Loki nods, still quivering from the crying, but determined.

"No. We got so far. I-I-I'm not giving up," he lets his voice get louder, and then stands up. "What do I do?" they ask, collected once again.

"Get comfortable in a position. And once you're ready, make the ropes appear and let them wash over you," Tessie explains, holding this sympathetic voice. Loki nods and sits back down against the white wall, moving to get comfortable.

Then, with just a thought, the ropes appear and fill him with this calming sensation. Tessie walks closer and cups their cheeks. "See you on the other side, Loki," they smile and kiss their forehead before vanishing.

Loki takes a deep breath, and looks around the cage. He remembers a field day he had when little, a good day. Odin was sleeping on a bench and Frigga was yelling at them and Thor to not get into trouble as Thor dragged Loki, who was just above six, on an expiration of the forest around a castle in Vanaheim. Of course, they returned after the sun was down, with scraped up knees and dirty clothes and Loki had traces of tears in his cheeks because a bug scared him. But it had been, and still is, the best time they ever had with Thor.

He holds tight into the memory as he lets the ropes cover him and closes his eyes.

Good God, let me give you my life

The guards don't know how this happened. One moment, Loki was gazing at nothing and the next…

How does one say this to the Allfather?

The healers walk out of the cage when Thor storms in the dungeons, on the verge of panicking. "Is he alive?" It's all they ask.

The healers won't answer, it's enough to know.

Thor walks in and sits beside what used to be Loki, holding their cold and deformed hand and letting tears run down his face.

Loki doesn't respond, how could he?

He's a statue, as if made from black stone, and his hands covered in stone black ropes, with a faint glow where his heart should be being the only sign that there was once life there.

Loki's face doesn't have the signature smirk, and there's no gleam in their closed eyes. But he does wear a peaceful smile. A smile Thor regrets he had to see this body in order to know that his brother knows finally peace.

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ask-grimmjow-jaegerjaques · 4 years ago

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*Grimmjow walks into the Urahara Shop, hearing a bit of chaos and a demonic yowl from the closed screen door, he readies himself for...he opens the sliding and is greater by a clawed up Jinta running passed him, Yoruichi using the table as a shield, Tessi and Ururu wielding a mop and broom as weapons and Urahara clawed and scratched up clutching his crotch on the floor.... and right on top of his body is a gray viking cat with a resting murder face...*

Urahara looks up with pain and fear in his eyes: Grimm...jow... Is this your cat?

*the cat seems to chill out a bit when Grimmjow enters the room*

Cat looks at Grimmjow dead in the eyes while clawing at Urahara's back before loafing: Meeooooow.

“...This ain’t in my job description.”

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edenwritessomething · 3 years ago

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Khan, Sindbad, Robyn

thank you for the asks <33

khan

earphones — for khan, music is above everything, so he'd have a pair of earphones in every item of clothing he owns. he'd come late for school and be like 'sorry, had to go back for the headphones'

bike keys — he also really loves his bike, and is paranoid about it getting stolen cus he does not trust london one bit <3 the safest he can get is carrying the keys 24/7 (hermes still steals his bike at some point lol)

his purse — nothing special or significant to this, he's just practical. all of his stuff (identification, oyster card, money) is in there and he couldn't do anything without it

sindbad

nothing cus my dude's broke as shit T-T theoretically though

money/stolen goods — he really does carry this around but he likes to get rid of it as soon as possible. as soon as he's rid of one thing, he's stolen another.

anything from the sea — my dude would straight up carry around seaweed if it washed up to him,,, he likes the sea an unhealthy amount

the apple — this literally makes no sense without context, but sindbad gets super attached to this one apple and he literally takes it everywhere. he won't even let the squad hold it. he would not let that get out of his grip.

robyn

chaos already asked for her, so i'm just gonna add some stuff <3

a dried flower — this can be considered a potion ingredient, but really she just does it for the aesthetic of it. it's probably a flower from her jack that she likes having around, but doesn't want him to know that she actually kept it.

a lock of hair — jack does this too, so it's kinda a ~~thing~~ in their gang, but she most def has locks of hair from jack, steve, tessie and her girlfriend. if necessary they can be used as ingredients. and of course, not to forget, cosmos' fur would be all over her.

page from a book — writings all over, scribbled on, dog-eared. the page would probably the first page her girlfriend taught her to read.

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the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud · 1 year ago

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what the character tags reference

h. HI.

so the ocs in the rg-verse have their own tags obviously, but their tags are also accompanied by a quote/sentence. i wanted to explain what they mean/reference so yeah!!!! under the cut as always lel

also i mentioned spoilers for final verdict and silent answer (specifically one last dream), the two parts of arcaea's main story, in this post. proceed with caution

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1. "don't let him go" (ars):

this.....actually has smth to do with lore. i haven't explained much abt ars lore yet. not even in his trivia post, so i'll save the explanation for later~

2. "this is just a dream" (lucas):

it's a part in lucid traveler!

3. "another me" (ana):

the name of the song ana is based off of; another me by d_aan!!!

4. "where are you? please don't be dead." (galactic):

it has smth to do with galactic (and spinel)'s backstory. this quote was said months after spinel's disappearance.

5. "i don't give a f***" (destonio):

references a part in destruction 3, 2, 1.

6. "our fates are distorted" (fate):

references the name of the song fate is based off of; distorted fate by sakuzyo!

7. "to the furthest dream" (felicia):

song name for the song that felicia is based off of!

8. "darkest night i'll confront you here" (tessi/the testifier):

the first lyrics of testify.

9. "what an agonizingly long journey it has been" (abstruse):

initially, it references a tweet the official arcaea twitter/x acc made. now it's known as a quote from the severed eden story.

10. "this is all my fault" (trojan):

it has smth to do with the story. not gonna spoil that~

11. "money can't buy happiness (but creating things can" (logos):

uh.....the first part references her bio. the second part however......is pretty much outdated. i'll give her a new, updated tag soon. but not now. BECAUAE I'M LAZY AYGHHFHF

12. "a special kind of texture" (primeval texture):

references a quote in the primeval-lore-focused comic i posted awhile back!

13. "i exist" (ego eimi):

""Ego eimi" (ἐγώ εἰμι) in Ancient Greek means "I am" or "I exist". The phrase has Christian theological significance due to its usage in the Gospel of John, where Jesus uses the phrase to assert his presence and divinity" — thing from arcaea wiki

14. "like an ice cube" (technicolour):

references technicolour's weapon (bc nearly everyone here has their own weapons honestly); a small looking cube. Don't Be Fooled By It's Appearance, However.

15. "to the new dream" (dahlia):

supposed to reference felicia's tag, ig?? lmao

16. "the embodiment of chaos and destruction herself" (arghena):

this has smth to do with lore, so i can't say it here. it Is pretty odd how she gets a title like this and not destonio, who is literally the god of destruction here....hmmmmmmmmm

17. "it's not your fault. don't blame it on yourself. please." (tempo):

connected to trojan's tag, which is why i can't say the reasoning here~

18. "authentication: successful" (shifta):

references a part in temporal shifting.

19. "i heard the world is collapsing" (callima karma):

kind of a reference to a lyric in the og song, but bc i forgot what it was for some reason, i might be super wrong for some reason. obviously i remember the part where "arcaea" was mentioned, and since this is Not arcaea, i had to change that lel.

20. "the one who got away" (spinel):

you thought that tag is a reference to that one song? you fucking thought wrong. this has smth to do with her backstory, actually. referencing how she ran away and just went 'missing'.

21. "is it so wrong for a girl to like bugs?" (pamolia):

references a part in pupa's official mv. sort of. forgot how it originally went so i Might get this part wrong. UM. ANYWAYS.

22. "butterflies tear people apart" (pupa):

when i was going thru the comment section for pupa's official mv, i noticed a few ppl commenting that exact quote, so naturally, i had to reference it somehow :3333

23. "he was the one who bared witness to her wrath" (tempestissimo):

i think my art related to tessi, lacey, and tempestissimo already implied this enough, but this tag references how tessi fucking murdered tempest. yea. and while we're on that topic, that also references how hikari killed tairitsu in final verdict. and the way tessi gave up her goddess powers and became lacey just to bring tempest back to life is ALSO A REFERENCE TO SILENT ANSWER'S STORY SPECIFICALLY ONE LAST DREAM'S STORY. AND. AND—

24. "last (moment or eternity?)" (lacey):

references last, last | moment, and last | eternity.

25. "you are your very own light!" (hikaru):

that one phigros tip 🥹

26. "welcome to the progression express~☆" (arta):

references my very first artwork of him, actually! and also references how he's a train conductor

27. "the fireworks that bring tragedy" (lumine):

has smth to do with destonio and lumine lore. not gonna elaborate further tho. for now at least.

28. "the math expert himself" (aleph-0):

references how he's a math teacher. also, aleph-0 is a math thing, am i wrong?

29. "class memories (trauma and paranoia)" (clarith):

references her backstory (and also class memories itself ig)

30. "class memories (realist and serious)" (chase):

references his backstory (and also class memories itself ig)

OH MY GOD WE ARE AT THE END OF THE POST THANK YOU IF YOU READ IT UNTIL THIS MUCH OH MY FUCKING GOD.

#arthesias rambles (art blog edition)#arthesias ocs #i am Not tagging everyone again.#rgverse: misc

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