#the doomed lightning shard

[tallbluelady]

New Blorbo Alert!

Lucky Apple, alchemist of some renown on the Twelfth Shard of Etheirys. As powerful lightning storms rend the very land asunder, Apple spends her days wandering and trying to purify what little fresh water is left, all with a cheery attitude and a smile on her face. With the uncanny ability to see the souls of the departed, she is recruited by a Mr. Selch from the city of Eutopia to investigate means of transporting souls from one locale to another. Unaware of the consequences of such a thing, she gladly helps him with his task, and even helps others in the city with their experiments and discoveries. After it is revealed that Mr. Selch is actively seeking the destruction of her world, Apple feels so betrayed that she leaves Eutopia to focus on what good she can do elsewhere.

Though she has made peace with the fact that her world is ending, Apple still seeks to ease the pain of others for as long as she can draw breath. After all, why would she waste her time feeling sorry for herself when she can smile instead?

[doomedlightningshard]

start by admitting from cradle to tomb isn't that long a stay

[hermits-hovel]

I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily - how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

[abyssalmermaiden]

she'll feel not a drop of remorse

[yloiseconeillants]

2024 GPose Shots DT Edition (and by Dawntrail, I mean my WILDLY made up continuous dramas about dead robot girls and merchant romances)

moren and ametrine belong to @azure-dragonsinger

[whatsthisascianbullshit]

What if there was an apprentice witch who wanted to help and study but then due to The Circumstances she set out on a mission to destroy a tower with violence and murder in her heart?

[circeyoru]

Angelic Doctor _ Part 2

[Human!Alastor x Disguised Angel!Reader]

Part 1

Part 2 (here)

You tried. You really tried. You ignored that blood-red colour his soul had and tried to change him, maybe even turn it into a lighter shard so he could be redeemed or saved in some other way. But there was a reason why that blood-red colour was such a dread to Angels like you, it was dreaded for the known reason that that mortal was an evil person. One that was barely forced to do evil, unlike those with criminal parents or cultists led down a wrong path. No, no, no. These people were the ones who picked their fate and enjoyed it

You had thought Alastor’s kindness and caring persona shown to you would help you persuade him to turn over a new leaf, but he merely favoured you and that was that. No benefits for you to take advantage of that would change the dark person he was

Alastor noticed your advances. Was it to get him into Heaven? Dear, you are so pure and adorable! Words can’t describe it! He was doomed to Hell the moment his shock turned to excitement at his first kill which was his father! Instead of getting him to Heaven, he wants to bring you down to Hell with him

He thought that spending the remainder of his time on Earth with you was enough, but it wasn’t. The more he spent his time with you, the more he wanted to keep you to himself. A darling just for him and his interest only

He started small, asking you out on days off or break time, taking you to visit local cafes he thinks are good or needs a companion to go for those pair offer deals. Then it started to grow, he’d take you to work, walk you back home as he insisted that the streets were dangerous since the cops had yet to catch that deadly killer, even wait for your breaks to come so that he could have a meal with you. He knows you’re a busy person, being a doctor that everyone relied upon and trusted and all that goodness

Originally, he thought your goodness and kindness were a facade to draw people in or a way to earn people’s gratitude towards you. Yet in his time with her, you remained constant, sure there were moments where you let out some steam and vent, but otherwise you were the perfect opposite of him. This just solidifies his fear that the two of you will be apart after one of you dies, forever

In a desperate attempt, he tried binding your soul to his so that even when you die first and go to Heaven, the moment he dies and is dragged down to Hell, you’ll join him. Vice versa

That when he found out you’re not even human. You were a literal Angel

You were made aware of Alastor’s attempt since your angelic powers activated themselves in the middle of the night while you were peacefully asleep. Your wings were summoned and your hair turned white as your halo appeared over your head. At the foot of your bed, you found Alastor with a spellbook of some kind. Around your bed was the setting of some ritual

Betrayed by your kindness, you rushed out of Alastor’s manor that he offered to you during the Great Depression that brought so much suffering. In a twisted turn of event, your time was up and your opportunity came in the form of a lightning shock. Thus, your return to Heaven after your journey on Earth in the city of New Orleans

Alastor barely had the time to compute the failed soul binding, then there was your angelic self, but the most devastating realization was your death. Of course, he knew you weren’t dead, but you’re as good as dead because he would never see you again. You’d be above and he’d be below. He’d never be able to contact you. Never

In a fit of uncontrollable rage and despair, he went on a murder spree. His clean-up getting more and more sloppy until he was cornered and killed by the pack animals that were called the loyal friends of humans

Note: A bit short, but that's all I got. I've seen a lot of Angel!Reader oneshots or headcanons or imagines and had to do one myself. It was fun but a bit short compared to my other ones ╚(″⚈ᴗ⚈)╗

P.S. I have no idea where you guys come from! Thanks for the support!! ( ´•ᗨ•`)っ ♡

Circe Y.

MASTERLIST

[imaredshirt]

When Stan and Ford were 11, a storm hit Glass Shard Beach with winds that were two miles too slow to classify as a hurricane. So it converged over the New Jersey shoreline as a furious tropical storm, turning the sky grey and pulling and pushing the ocean over the beach in high, crashing waves.

The state had strongly recommended evacuating to safety. It was such a fierce storm that the governor even briefly considered making it a mandatory thing. But only briefly. 

And because he didn’t, nobody in Glass Shard Beach left the little beach side town. Nobody wanted to. Or saw the need to. This was especially true for business owners, who scoffed at the thought of leaving their storefronts and tourist traps abandoned for any amount of time, even for a little bit of rain and wind. 

The Pines family was no different. They locked the front door of their store, boarded up all the windows, and hunkered down in the main bedroom to wait out the storm. 

Pops was asleep in bed, snoring loud enough to put the wind to shame, and Ma was next to him, reading through her Psychics National Weekly, snorting at all the news from the Hush, Much? New Gossip! column that she claimed she’d already seen with her psychic powers three days ago.

The twins had taken their favorite quilted blanket and draped it over the back of Ma’s armchair and one corner of the bed, creating a fort that made waiting out the storm a little more bearable. It didn’t do much to muffle the howling winds or the rain pelting the boarded windows or Pops snoring louder than his car could rumble, but there was something about forts that was always comforting to the 12-year-olds. 

They’d set Pops’ metal flashlight in the middle of the fort, shining a bright light up into the quilted canopy. Stan lay on his back and stretched one arm up to wiggle his fingers in the light and throw shadows against the triangular patches of red and orange fabric overhead, eyes wide as he listened to Ford read from his favorite collection of maritime fiction.

“Suddenly,” Ford read aloud, eyes glued to the open book in his lap. “The ship was launched out of the water! A massive tentacle curled around it, and the three sailors saw the monstrous head of the Kraken emerge from the waves! It peered at them with one bulbous, angry yellow eye. Lightning flashed as it opened its sharp, grisly beak to devour them whole.

“‘Oh no!’ Cried the Captain. ‘I’ve steered us right into the beast’s dastardly grip! I’ve doomed us all!’

“‘No,’ said his First Mate. ‘We are not doomed yet, Captain. We’ll get through this. We always do!’”

“Do they?” Stan asked before Ford could continue. He sat up and tried to peek at the book. “Do they make it out alive? Do they get eaten? What happens?”

“Hey!” Ford laughed and tilted the book so Stan could only see the front cover. “Let me finish reading and you’ll see if they live. Only,” he paused and flipped through the book. “Only 19 and a half more pages to go.”

“Aw, Sixer, come on,” Stan groaned. He flopped back onto the floor and threw an arm dramatically over his eyes. “Just tell me! What if the storm pulls me out through the window and throws me into space and you never see me again? Then I’ll never know the ending!”

“First of all,” Ford said, “That’s impossible. Second of all, we need to study these stories as closely as we can, even if they are fictional. It could help prepare us for our adventures across the sea! What if we run across a hungry Kraken, you know?”

“We’d kick its slimy butt,” Stan said. He balled his fists and aimed two uppercuts at an imaginary ocean behemoth. “No dumb octopus is gonna take the Stan o’ War down with us on board!”

“Yeah!” Ford cheered, then he bit his lip and continued in a more subdued voice. “Hey, Stanley?”

Stan stuck his tongue between his teeth as he aimed another bruising punch into the imaginary Kraken above him. “Yeah?”

“Would you be mad at me if I accidentally steered us into dangerous waters?”

Stan went quiet for a moment, flailing fists falling to his sides. He sat up and  watched his brother fiddle nervously with the corner of one page. Then, with a laugh, he elbowed Ford and said, “Are you kidding me? Dangerous water is where all the fun is! What’s the point of sailing if you’re just gonna stick to boring places? Pirates hide all the good stuff where the monsters hang out! Besides,” he added with a smile, “I trust you with my life, Sixer. Wherever you steer us has gotta be the right way.”

Ford smiled bashfully at the book. “Aw, you’re just saying that.”

“Nah, I’m serious! You’re the smartest kid I know, probably the smartest kid anybody knows. You’re gonna steer us towards all the coolest stuff out there using the stars and maps and math and whatever it is sailors use, I don’t even know! And me? I’m gonna protect us from everything.”

Ford flipped to the next page in the book. “Everything?”

“Yeah,” Stan said. “Everything! Giant squids and undead pirates and--and--and undead giant squid pirates!”

“Undead giant squid pirates?” Ford laughed and flopped onto the floor next to his brother. “That’s crazy! I gotta draw it.”

“Don’t forget to draw ‘em in giant pirate hats,” Stan said. “That’s how you know they’re pirates.  And draw some of their tentacles falling off! That’s how you know they’re undead.” “Noted,” Ford said, tapping his temple to signal that he was making a mental checklist for later. Then he nudged Stan with his elbow. “I trust you with my life, too.”

Stan nudged him back and laughed to hide his own bashfulness. “C’mon, tell me the rest of the story before the storm quits on us. Cause then it’s back to boring ol’ school. Yuck!”

With a grin, Ford held the book above their heads so they could both see the text and the intricate woodcut illustrations. He cleared his throat and began in the most dramatic voice an eleven year old could muster, “Before the Captain could respond, the ship tilted, and the three sailors fell towards the open maw of the Kraken!”

Stan listened in rapt fascination as Ford read on. Next to them, the flashlight threw their shadows against the blanket, making them seem larger than their eleven year old selves, as if they were old enough to set sail for adventure the very next day. 

But they were just kids, with many years ahead of them before they would ever be ready to take to the sea.

The storm raged outside. In their fort, the boys nearly forgot about it, lost in tales of daring adventurers and monsters lurking beneath the waves.

[On ao3]

[animaginaryartblog]

[Image ID: two versions of a digital painting of Blaze the Cat. They are based on a Trollhunters screenshot, but replacing Jim with an AU Blaze design.

Blaze wears armor similar to Percival's in Sonic and the Black Knight: small, rounded shoulder pauldrons, metal gloves with flared cuffs, and a metal chest plate on her torso with armor pieces hanging from the hips, resembling a tailcoat. Inset in the chest plate, above where her heart would be, is a gold amulet housing a shard of a red gem.

Along with the armor, Blaze wears her usual gold necklace and red bindi. Each gauntlet has a simple curling design on the top, with a red jewel inset in the center, matching her bindi. Under the armor she wears a white bodysuit, covering her legs and arms.

In the first version, Blaze is in her normal form, with lavender fur and yellow eyes. Her hair is not tied up but falling loose down her back, and violet bangs partly cover her bindi. Her armor is a silver-purple color.

In the second version, Blaze is in her Burning form. Her fur is pink, and her armor and blade are both gold rather than silver. A gold circlet pulls her hair back - not that it's needed, as both her hair and the tip of her tail have turned to scarlet flame. Her eyes, too, have the appearance of fire.

In both versions, Blaze stands against a stormy background, looming over the viewer. In her right hand she holds a flame. In her left, she holds her sword from Sonic and the Black Knight, pointed down at someone unseen. Lightning flashes behind her as she looks down at her opponent with an unreadable expression, eyes glowing gold. /end ID]

For the glory of Solaris, Sunlight is mine to command.

last Friday I had this all prepped and ready to post, wrote a whole long explanation of this AU's lore, and then the page reloaded and I lost the entire thing--or I thought I did, only for it to turn out the draft just saved to my main instead of here. so. see below for the referenced screenshot, an explanation of the AU, and some concept sketches.

[Image ID: a screenshot from the computer animated Trollhunters series. In the screenshot Jim, wearing his Trollhunter armor, stands against a stormy sky. He points his sword down towards something offscreen, his expression unreadable. Lightning flashes behind him. /end ID]

So a while back I got really into Tales of Arcadia with my brothers. it was brief, as my interests go, but during that time I, as is my wont, came up with a needlessly complicated Sonic AU starring Blaze the Cat. Because I never go about things halfway, I not only watched Trollhunters, 3Below, and Wizards, but I also went and read the original Trollhunters novel and some of the comics (and I would have read all the other novels too if they'd been available in our library and my interest had lasted longer).

Hence! The Sunhunter AU! It was originally called Shadowhunters, but I have too many AUs with "shadow" in the title anyway, and Sunhunter is more fitting anyway. Basic premise is that Blaze is the eponymous Sunhunter, and has been since she was a child, when she discovered the existence of the underworld and accidentally bonded with the amulet in a definitely-not-traumatic, totally-not-a-Disney-parent-death incident. Essentially, she fuses the roles of Jim from the show and Jack from the novel.

Blaze takes her duty extremely seriously and invests the bare minimum of time in her civilian identity. Who needs a childhood when there's an entire world to singlehandedly defend, amirite? Certainly not when the Black Arms are dangerously close to escaping and dooming the surface and the underworld both. But protagonists never get what they want.

With everything on her shoulders, it was only a matter of time until Blaze stumbled - and Marine was there to see it. Now she has to protect/put up with this young raccoon girl who refuses to leave her alone. This definitely will not lead to any burgeoning friendships, the development of a much needed support system, or discoveries about her enemies that she never would have made alone. No sir.

also it's Sonaze. because of course it is.

now for the concept sketches

that's right, we do speedpaints now! I mean, Procreate's always saved time lapses of my art, but now I'm actually going to try and share them! maybe! sometimes!

As you can see, I have a few different ideas for the exact mechanics of this AU. The first route would be to have humans still be, well, humans, and Mobians are either the equivalent of trolls, or a type of troll. This could be fun, but I doubt I'll go this route, since I like my silly little cartoon animals to stay silly little cartoon animals.

The other option is to have mobians living alongside humans, as in Sonic canon. From there I could either keep trolls the same as they are in Trollhunters canon, or replace them/supplement them with a Mobian equivalent. I do have the beginnings of some lore ideas for Mobians being split between the surface and the underground...

[le-brave-des-braves]

a dream?

He was standing on the balcony of St. Ludwig's church in his hometown, but the view was different than he remembered - or rather it was ever-shifting, strange buildings, new roads flickering in and out of existence, pathways branching out in a thousand directions. The sky was dark.

The only constant was the eerie quiet. Nobody traversed those paths.

Thunder shook the ground from far away. The air was filled with the strange sound of rain crashing like leaden chains into unfamiliar pavement. From the belfry behind him, a single chime resounded, a D so clear that it stung like seasalt. The tower below him shook, suddenly engulfed by roaring flames. He spread his wings as the railing before him crumbled and took off into the darkness and the barrage of lightning.

He could have landed onto another lonely building, but all of them were doomed to the same fate here. Instead, with several flaps of his wings, he soared up to to where the air was thick with deafening din. He felt his hair rise as bolts of lightning plunged past him to the ground below. Then, shards of ice swirled around him, crashing into each other in a million collisions - and then, it was quiet.

Above the clouds, the sun shone, but its rays brought no warmth. It was peaceful there - but lifeless.

But there were no clouds below him now. Nor was there a town.

Instead, wide fields spread as far as the eye could see. Amid them, a manor stood, encompassed by a park. He thought he glimpsed someone through the window, but his speed made it difficult to know for sure.

Near the pond, under a willow sat a lady, quietly reading a letter. From afar, he saw her silhouette against the glimmering surface of the water fold the note and press it to her heart.

Near-noiselessly, he landed behind the tree and came closer. What was this place?

"Perhaps, one day, we shall meet again," he heard her whisper through the curtain of leaves he was now running towards. "Until then, know that I am safe."

“Aglaé? Aglaé, is that you? Hello?!”

His desperate attempt to reach here has been interrupted by the change of scenery as he woke up sitting at the table in his study right next to a cup of almost cold remains of valerian root tea.

Aglaé was not there. Only the answered pile of letters and the back pain caused by the wings unfolding while he was asleep. He folded them again, resulting in a few loud cracks of the bones that were still new to his body.

Great. There is indeed a back pain in this afterlife, like many other kinds of pain (including some examples of pain in the ass).

“I miss you, mon amour.” He whispered.

[paperanddice]

Clockwork hounds and huntsmen were built to function together, tracking creatures. While the more generous use of them is in hunting monsters and other threats, far more often they wind up in the hunting people. An emotionless, unrelenting, tireless hunter is quite useful for those who don't want sympathy or independent thought interrupting a hunt. As such, the corrupt and cruel are most keen on making use of these hunters. Corrupt aristocrats seeking patrols to watch their serfs and catch those seeking to escape indentured servitude (and the occasional vanity hunt for foxes or other helpless prey), secret police searching for dissidents and subversives, criminal gangs looking for victims, or moneylenders tracking those fleeing their debts. As such, most common folk hate and fear the hounds and huntsmen, while those who hold their leashes love them quite a lot.

Inspired by the Tome of Beasts 1. This post came out a week ago on my Patreon. If you want to get access to all my monster conversions early, as well as access to my premade adventures and other material I’m working on, consider backing me there!

Pathfinder 2e

Clockwork Hound Creature 2 Uncommon Medium Clockwork Construct Mindless Perception +6; low-light vision Skills Athletics +9, Survival +6 (+10 when tracking) Str +3, Dex +2, Con +2, Int -5, Wis +0, Cha -5 Wind-Up 1 week, DC 18, standby AC 18; Fort +8, Ref +8, Will +4 HP 38; Immunities death effects, disease, doomed, drained, fatigued, healing, mental, necromancy, nonlethal attacks, paralyzed, poison, sickened, unconscious; Resistances physical 4 (except adamantine or orichalcum); Weaknesses electricity 4, orichalcum 4 Self Destruct When the clockwork hound is reduced to 0 hit points, its internal mechanisms splinter and launches metal shards in a 10-foot emanation, dealing 2d6 slashing damage (DC 15 basic Reflex save). Speed 45 feet Melee bite +9, Damage 1d8+5 piercing Melee tongue +9 (agile, reach 10 feet), Damage 1d6+3 slashing plus Knockdown

Clockwork Huntsman Creature 3 Uncommon Medium Clockwork Construct Mindless Perception +12 Skills Acrobatics +9, Athletics +10, Survival +10 (+14 while tracking) Str +3, Dex +2, Con +1, Int -3, Wis +3, Cha -5 Wind-Up 1 week, DC 19, standby Items greataxe, nets (4) AC 17; Fort +8, Ref +9, Will +8 HP 46; Immunities death effects, disease, doomed, drained, fatigued, healing, mental, necromancy, nonlethal attacks, paralyzed, poison, sickened, unconscious; Resistances physical 5 (except adamantine or orichalcum); Weaknesses electricity 5, orichalcum 5 Self Destruct When the clockwork huntsman is reduced to 0 hit points, its internal mechanisms splinter and launches metal shards in a 10-foot emanation, dealing 3d6 slashing damage (DC 17 basic Reflex save). Speed 35 feet Melee greataxe +10 (sweep), Damage 1d12+5 slashing Ranged net cannon +9 (range 40 feet, reload 2), Effect on a hit against a Large or smaller creature, the target is flat footed and takes a -10 circumstance penalty to its Speeds. On a critical hit, the target is instead restrained. The DC to escape the net is 16. A creature adjacent to the target can Interact with the net to remove it from the target.

13th Age

Clockwork Hound  2nd level blocker [construct]  Initiative: +5 Vulnerability: Lightning Bite +7 vs. AC - 5 damage. Pack Attack: The clockwork hound gains a +2 bonus to attack and damage for each other ally engaged with the target (max +4 bonus). [Special Trigger] Tripping Tongue +7 vs. PD - The triggering movement is canceled and the target loses its next move action as well. Limited Use: 1/turn, as an interrupt action, when a creature disengages from the clockwork hound (even if it makes a successful disengage check). Explosive Core: When the clockwork hound is reduced to 0 hit points, it explodes and makes the following attack: [Special Trigger] C: Shredded Core +7 vs. PD (1d3 random nearby creatures) - 3 damage. Inorganic Immunity: The clockwork beetle swarm is immune to effects. It can’t be dazed, weakened, confused, made vulnerable, affected by ongoing damage, etc. AC 18 PD 16 MD 12 HP 34

Clockwork Huntsman  3rdlevel troop [construct]  Initiative: +6 Vulnerability: Lightning Greataxe +8 vs. AC - 8 damage. Pack Attack: The clockwork huntsman gains a +2 bonus to attack and damage for each other ally engaged with the target (max +4 bonus). R: Net Cannon +8 vs. PD (1d2 nearby enemies in a group) - 2 damage. Natural Even Hit: The target is hampered (save ends). Natural Odd Hit: The target is stuck (save ends). Limited Use: 3/battle, never two turns in a row. Explosive Core: When the clockwork huntsman is reduced to 0 hit points, it explodes and makes the following attack: [Special Trigger] C: Shredded Core +8 vs. PD (1d3 nearby random creatures) - 4 damage. Inorganic Immunity: The clockwork beetle swarm is immune to effects. It can’t be dazed, weakened, confused, made vulnerable, affected by ongoing damage, etc. AC 19 PD 17 MD 13 HP 46

[tallbluelady]

i didn't know people like you existed.

Hear. Feel. Think.

Lucky Apple remembered those words from the story her father told her; the story of what lead him to the cereuleum well and made them lucky.

She found herself floating in a veritable sea of aether. Had she died, and returned to the Living Waters? Only her family believed in them now, the new church peddling salvation in Lightning aspected aether and the blood of the pure.

I am sorry. I'm... I am so very sorry.  That wasn't what Apple was expecting from the Voice of the Waters. Rejoining the Lifestream was to be a joyous event, especially to those waiting for her on the other side.

"Am I not dead then?" Apple asked, realizing she had a voice to speak with, and a body to move with.

"No. But I cannot prevent your death, nor the death of your world," the Voice seemed to center itself in a column of light.

Apple swam over to the light the voice was coming from. It was as easy as swimming in the lake as a child, back when there was still enough water in it to do so. Despite all of Apple's efforts to save what precious water there was left, it was as if all of it was being boiled away.

"I mean, I can't either," she said, trying to comfort the Voice. "I think we would have had to start a lot earlier and with a lot more people to do something like that."

The Voice in the column of light seemed to bend in on itself, almost as if holding back a sob. Was it?

"I am sorry I did not... I am sorry that you are one of the so very few who has heard my plea..." The Voice did sound as if it was holding back tears now. "I tried so long to ignore this world's plight. I cannot interfere. Its fate is set... but I see you. I see all of you and your pain and I wish to stop it. But I can't."

"Why not?" Lucky Apple asked. "Are you not powerful enough to do so?"

"Not if I am to save another," the column straightened, and the Voice took a stronger tone. "Though it may not seem so to you and yours, I am limited in my power to help you. And I must fulfill my mission to the future."

"Oh."

"Oh?" The Voice sounded incredulous. "Well, it's not like the power that the church is peddling is going to stop the world from ending either. At least there's a reason for it all to end. To save another. To save the future. I can accept being a sacrifice for that."

"Not everyone is as willing as you."

Apple shook her head. "No, and they shouldn't be. But... Voice? Actually, what should I call you? I think you're different than the Living Waters."

The light rippled for a moment, and a figure of a woman took shape. "I have many names, and the Living Waters is but one of them. You may continue using it if you wish."

Lucky Apple paused for a moment. The Living Waters had always been... not something person shaped. Occasionally, there were some called to be Its voice but the way it was speaking sounded like it was her God, not the representative...

"Mrs. Waters. I am making a choice to make the world a better place. For everyone that I can. For as long as I can. I've learned that sometimes, you have to let people pout and feel bad, but that doesn't mean that you, yourself, have to feel bad. Most of life isn't what happens to you, it's how you react to it. So I decided to take it as well as I can."

"That is very noble of you," the Living Waters said.

"I don't know how else to be," Apple admitted. "It's either happy or existentially depressed. So I guess I'll focus on the little things I can enjoy while I can."

The Living Waters smiled at her sadly but did not speak. 

Apple smiled back. "So... if I'm not dead... why am I here?"

"Ah... I... I did not assume there were any to hear my call on your world left. That you had ears to hear is a blessing."

"I'm a blessing?"

The Living Waters laughed, of all things. "Lucky Apple, you are by far one of the greatest blessings I've had in a long time. Someone who can see happiness, even in the darkness that comes to swallow her world and her life... it gives me hope for the future. And I need more and more of it as my enemies continue to grow in power."

"Oh!" Apple beamed at that.

"I suppose... I would ask you what you want from this encounter. What would make it easier for you to carry your light through the darkness, to help you ease the suffering of others?"

Apple put a hand to her chin at that. What would make it easier for her to continue on as the Living Waters wanted?

"You'll remember us, right?" Lucky Apple asked. "That we lived?"

"I will. Your souls will join the Great Lifestream of other worlds as well, so your very souls won't be lost either."

"Oh, neat! That's great. Uh. While that does make it easier... I, uh..."

"Is there anything specific that you want remembered?"

"My earring," Lucky Apple blurted out. It was the first thing that came to mind.

"Your earring?" The Living Waters tilted her head, then put a hand over her mouth.

"It's, ah, I know it's..." Apple was blushing and sputtering. Why would she have that be the thing to be remembered?

"My child, I can say for a certainty that your earring will be remembered, and will bring hope to the future."

"Really, you can do that? It won't hurt the future?"

The Living Waters gave Apple a wink. "It is already written. For the hope you have given me, I shall make sure that your glass pumpkin earring is carried through to the next world."

Thanks for the prompt!

[doomedlightningshard]

putting this beneath a cut because BODY HORROR but uwu (moren belongs to @azure-dragonsinger and the quotes are from Bride of Frankenstein but uh. shifted a bit)

Is there any life yet?

No. Not life itself yet. The pulse only responds when the aether is applied. We must be patient. The human heart is more complex than any other part of the body.

[hermits-hovel]

between life and death.

[abyssalmermaiden]

"You'll look into it for me, won't you?" "O-of course, Miss Calypso!" "I cannot thank you enough. Let us keep this just between the two of us- no one else needs to know."

Rollox: @yloiseconeillants

Calypso well understands the value of knowing one's enemy, and who better to find the secrets of a priest than another priest? Rollox's crush on her is just a weakness to exploit in her mission of revenge against the man she blames for her sister's death

[doomedlightningshard]

ALREADY POSTING THE EXTRA SHOTS HERE (i had so much fun setting this up lmao)

rollox beloved having the best day of his entire priesthood somehow

FEBHYURARY 2024 :: Day 2 - Faith

There are some who claim this plague was sent by the gods to punish the wicked and preserve the righteous - but the gods are merciful and reward repentance and surety of faith. Continue to trust in them, and you too shall reap the reward of life everlasting.

(calypso belongs to @abyssalmermaiden; haughty priest elf belongs to @hermits-hovel; anime goth bishounen fake priest emet-selch is our collective oc don't worry about it)