#the crimson wanderer

[sorrysupper]

To the red wanderer : I Dare you to punch PartyGoer in the face

The Crimson Wanderer: He's been knocked out since yesterday ever since I punched him. Oops.

[cedricxcrouse]

the crimson wanderer - entity 71 ⚔️

[schemelin]

[icywolfos]

first encounters

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The way they all met wasn't just like. them finding one hero and then another and another until all of them were collected- Crimson and Bunny (and Ravio, who stayed behind) may have been the first to meet, but some of the others got dragged into other eras in little clusters.

None of them really know what's happening until Crimson meets up with each cluster, and are Very Confused before then.

Crimson knew drawing the sword was going to do something- Hylia straight up told him, he just was NOT expecting whatever was going to happen to happen immediately after pulling the Master sword. Once Fi wakes up she'll have a lot to say about the current situation.

Crimson and Bunny landed in front of Prism literally like a minute before the color's re-fused for. reasons. and was already kind of disorientated before he watched two people fall from the sky from a burst of golden light.

Torrent and Wander landed in Wolf's hyrule, and didn't know what kind of animal he was so they didn't really panic seeing him- both are more confused about Faron Woods, neither having actually seen a forest as lush and as large as it.

Rinka and Mild ran into Mask in Mild's lost woods- the korok mask reacting to his presence and leading them to him.

Whisper showed up in Fauna's hyrule freaking the fuck out, who Fauna proceeded to think this neurotic mess was friend shaped and they were just vibing until the others found them.

[boycaca]

I think its somewhat telling that the gnosis was placed inside the shouki no kami rather than scara containing it in his chest the same way that venti did with his gnosis. I get that its probably more so because scara needed a much grander body for his god form and the electro gnosis just so happened to be at the centre of it… but i cant help but think of it as the games way of telling us that he truly is not fit to contain the gnosis, even in peak form when all his powers are unleashed, he still needs to build a whole new body as the gnosis’ vessel, that the so called “heart” he thought was rightfully his would not actually make him satisfied or fulfilled, as it seems to be the embodiment of all of scara’s obsessions

[fictionadventurer]

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[piratefern]

can 049 and 035 meet the crimson wanderer from the backrooms

He doesn’t appear to be too friendly towards them, he thinks they’re monsters (he is technically correct)

Sorry this took so long ive been a busy lil guy

[dragaliareferencearchive]

Two Worlds Aflame, the Crimson Night Fades - Genshin Impact (1/2)

[art-o-gant]

[landscapesscenerypeopleplaces]

The Last Sunset - by Serena Photography

[m00nb04rd5]

Hello! Could I request Killbot 86 from WanderOverYonder for a moodboard?

KillBot 86 (Wander Over Yonder)

[aamaranthiine]

( a starter for @ikkaku-of-heart )

The chamber is immense and opulent beyond words, lavish and luxurious from the marble of its floor and pillars to the gilded lined draperies and gleaming ensorcelled lights casting a faux warm glow in shivering haloes. There are men and women in equally expensive finery from the corners of the vast world, gowns and suits to robes and sheer wrappings that was far from the notion of modest.

Music flows in currents throughout and many twirl and sway to its rhythm, couples exchanged at the cresting notes of a melody's zenith. Rarely the same partner twice - which is how the alabaster draped Amalthea finds herself in the hands of Ikkaku for the next rotation of steps. Her gown is lush with silky white feathers and pearls, but then stained with deep, bloodied crimson from around her throat and down over the swell of her chest. Rubies and scarlet threads creating the illusion of a torn, dripping wound that spilled vitae down her front in a beautifully macabre display.

She is equally as pale against the sanguine; lucid flesh and snowlit hair coiled and piled upon her head in an elaborate up do. Her eyes are huge and like the moonless midnight sky, framed by thick frosted lashes. Her red-rose painted lips part to speak; "You arent like the others," quiet as a butterfly's speech, still somehow heard over the throng, "death is in every false breath here, you will be devoured." The warning is emphasized by the squeeze of her hand; she could not see another innocent soul trapped as she was.

[jokersexymancompetition]

Evil Clown Contest Redemption Round Four

[icywolfos]

The line up for everybody in Crimson Chain, a links meet au made with @foooxobsessedperson that is also known as therapy au for Reasons.

names in order from left to right: Mask, Prism, Fauna, Mild, Wander, Bunny, Ravio, Wolf, Crimson, Whisper, Torrent and Rinka

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A slightly more in-depth description of this au is "Hylia tries to give her specialist little guys therapy and something went oopsie"

Though, really, the base concept is that Hylia has made it possible for all of her heroes to meet up with each other- intending it to be like. something slice of life/fluffy, but it gets hijacked and now they actually have to go on a quest together through the eras to figure out what is going on and why monsters are being whipped up into a frenzy in every era.

[dandelion-wings]

Tonight's not-so-much-warm-up-as-wind-down presented with absolutely no context, except a warning for non-graphic but extensively discussed domestic violence/child abuse. There's an establishing backstory fic-bit in my head that I have absolutely no time to write any time soon, but this was much shorter and a good mental cooldown, so have a very AU version of teenage Jean being talked into a bit of vigilanteism!

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Jean catches Kaeya and Rosaria going out the window of one of the storerooms on the cathedral's upper floor.

Rosaria has her spear with her, and Kaeya his sword. That only makes certain what Jean has suspected for a while--that their pretense of hiding away to fondle each other has been exactly that. No matter what they say, she can tell that Kaeya is comfortable with Rosaria in the same way he is with her, different only in degree, not kind. His affection is a false front, overblown, and Rosaria has never sold the lie at all. There's something else they're up to.

"Where are you going?"

Rosaria pauses with one foot on the window, reaching back to grip the haft of her spear where it's strapped to back, though Jean is certain she wouldn't actually draw it. Kaeya looks back and smiles at her, theatrically sheepish.

"We're just looking for a little privacy."

"With your weapons on you?"

"Sister Victoria does say it's dangerous out there at night."

"Kaeya-"

"We're going to put the fear of Barbatos in Gottleib Spitz," Rosaria says shortly, over her shoulder. "You can help, or you can stay out of the way."

Jean frowns. She doesn't have to ask why. "That's something the Knights of Favonius should be taking care of."

"Unfortunately," Kaeya says, "they seem to be falling down on the job."

"If we could just get a report filed-"

"Elsa has lied to them the last three times she's come in here. If it was just her, I wouldn't care." That's a lie and Jean knows it; Rosaria had dug in too determinedly with all her questions about the reporting process and why the Knights couldn't just take the nuns' word over Elsa's, the first time the woman came in with her bruises and her flimsy lies, not to care. "But now that he's putting Clara in the same state, that's not just her business anymore."

She isn't wrong. Jean knows what she'd seen last time, when the senior nuns handed Clara off to her to heal while they tried to badger Elsa into finally reporting her husband to the knights. Kaeya had seen it too, when he sat down to entertain Clara for her while she worked. All Rosaria would have had to do was look at their faces while Clara was distracted to know what kinds of injuries Jean was tending.

"Under other circumstances, the Knights might take the same stance," Kaeya adds, soothing, as if he thinks Jean's objection here is the offense to the Knights. "But given everything that's going on, they must be stretched a little too thin. It only makes sense for the Church to step in while they're overextended."

"By terrorizing Gottleib Spitz in the middle of the night?"

Rosaria rolls her eyes. "By dealing with someone who hurts kids the way he deserves to be dealt with. Isn't that what you got your Vision for, anyway?"

Jean's breath catches at the careless cruelty of Rosaria's words. That isn't what she did--that wasn't what her mother was. Her mother was grieving, and hurt, and had no one giving her (them) the help that she (that they) needed to deal with the weight of all that grief. That things came to a head the way they did wasn't anyone's fault, except maybe Jean's.

"I wouldn't put it that way," Kaeya says, catching something of that protest in her expression before she can find the words to make it. "But you've said yourself that it's your duty to Barbatos to protect the innocent and defend the weak. Leaving the Spitz situation alone won't help anyone."

"Unless you want to wait until Clara ends up in the same position as your sister," Rosaria adds.

"That wasn't necessary," Jean snaps, but already the breath is coming back into her lungs, determination flowing with it. "Just let me get my catalyst. I'll come with you."

[zenogram]

In twilight's whispered hue, where shadows dance with light, Veils of ancient silks unfurl, shrouding secrets of the night. Crimson moons in velvet skies, bathe the realm in spectral dreams, Amidst the tangled spectral trees, where starlit essence softly gleams. A portal carved in mist and sighs, beckons wanderers to explore, Lost in worlds where wonder flies—beneath the mystic evermore.