#the hatch creates

[kagoutiss]

as if it was never there at all.

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Drawing is genuinely the only thing in my life that can push past the giant cloud of "blah" that constitutes my feelings, the only time I can actually get in touch with feelings I normally can't put a finger on, the only thing that makes me feel alive

Genuinely believe I was put on this earth to make art

[mem-fr]

i'm in love .

[skeletalheartattack]

i just had a dream where The Incredibles came out with a metal popcorn bucket, but it was just Mrs. Incredible's butt cheeks, and there were tweets online desperately asking, "how am i supposed to buy one of these things??" and one tweet showing off a bunch of official sales listing for the thing, and one of them was listed (emphasis on official) as: "The Incredibles Mrs. Incredible Big Ass Popcorn Tin"

[unknownfrom34]

A Moth to The Flame

I know that Beelzebub was referred to as the Fly but the title had to fit here as it was the first thing I thought of. Another dish gift for @muzzleroars to feed a lot.

The story will take place long before the Archangels' birth. So enjoy this dinner I have set up for you all! 💋

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IT BURNS.

He thrashed around, blinded by panic and pain-

IT HURTS IT HURTS IN HURTS

He can't recall what those things he was throwing at the seemingly squishy surface, four appendages with five numbs for each one-

IT BURNS IT HURTS IT BURNS IT HURTS SO MUCH THAT IT FEELS, IT WAS LIKE HE WAS STRUCK BY LIGHTNING

With a strangled half-grunt mixed with a short scream and bubbles floated out of himself, he managed to bursts though the surface. He panted and writhed from the sudden adrenaline rushing through his veins and heart. He curled in on himself and shut his eyes tight as he breathed in and out too fast that he can't process what was happening all around him. He was suffering from a panic attack due to bursting himself out of that egg but why?

Why Why Why Why Why why why why why why why!? Why god-!!? The thoughts had suddenly stopped in their tracks once he felt something else besides what he is feeling at the moment. It took him a solid second or longer that it came from back of his head. A hand. A hand that is pleasantly warm.

"Can you hear me?" A voice questioned him, it was fairly gentle and filled with concern. "I am here." He wasn't sure if he can look at... Whatever its paw belong to at the moment, his lungs were being abused by his own breathing before that first gentle touch had came onto his head. It slowed a little but still fast. "Breathe slow, let us calm you down."

Was that an...? What is even the voice is asking him him to do?

He wasn't sure but he did tried to but a sob and hiccup had left him as his body was now beginning to process what had happened to him.

He thrashed in a blind panic and a half-shout. The voice was startled as he heard it shouted "Be careful, child! Oh Father have mercy...!" before feeling that hand and another hold onto his right shoulder, possibly to hold onto him or pin him down or what it can do but he was strong yet gentle.

It was ragged and harsh at first but then he felt air enter his lungs and left him as he breathed through his nose and then mouth and then nose again. The shaking he was producing had crawled to a stop saved for a moment of shudder crawled up his spine. That feeling was gone but it still lingers. His eyes turned towards the person who helped him. This "face" looking at him back has only have one eye. •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Much he had learned from the angel that helped whom he learns that the angel was a seraph who was famous around this strange realm he was born into.

Nine spheres of Heaven or simply called Heaven. Why he was famous is that he can raise the morning Sun up on the spheres and the empty sphere filled with water and dry lands decorating it. The Morning Star was named Lucifer. "I am sure that you have many questions." Lucifer looked at him after he covered him with a blanket as they both sat on the most comfortable pillows. A long trip to his personal bed chambers was tiring for the Seraph as he was tasked to bring him, whom the strange being who he calls "the Father" which in return called him "Beelzebub." What does that mean?

Was it a term? Was it a name?

He looked at Lucifer as he gripped the blanket tightly as if it was his life line. He was born with such a traumatic way was one thing but it stunned him further once he realized more about himself. He wasn't born with two arms, he was born with four of them. He wished that he was honest with himself but he doesn't wish to look at them, all of them, he just rather hide inside the blanket and look at Lucifer with polite more than respect of the Prince of the Heavenly Hosts. "I..." It was the first time he talked. His voice was horse from what happened. "I am afraid I have too many." He apologized, he lowered his head down, letting his eyes closed at once. "This is all just..." he stopped himself with unease. "This is so much to take in."

He then looked up to the Seraph. "Just... why am I called Beelzebub?"

Lucifer held his tongue for a moment, basically thinking a way to answer his question to which he does so right away for this weary Power. "It is your name." Lucifer answered reassuringly as he raised his hands a little bit. "Given upon your birth as I was the First."

"The First?" He cocked to the right. "You were the First?" "Yes, I am the First to be born." The Seraph hummed notedly with a nod. "I was born by His hands, giving a part of Himself for I shall live a life as the Light Bringer."

"What is Light Bringer?"

"I who brings Light to all, the Father wished this for our universe." Now it is Beelzebub's turn to held his tongue of his own. Turning over the words he spoke for a moment with curiosity. "Then why am I born to His realm?" He spoke his new question to the Morning Star, straighten his head upright. "What is my purpose here?"

"Well," He hesitated for a moment, recalling the talk between him and the Lord, "I was told that you will serve as my Guardian." He answered lightly as possibly. "In fact, you are the 34th angel to be born this year. So," He placed his hand over to where his mouth should be and lets out a chuckle. "You are quite in last place as I was in lead of the race, aren't you not?"

Beelzebub said nothing but stared at him, rather confused to why he sounded like that.

Lucifer took notice right away.

"It was a joke, my friend." Lucifer explained himself, he now recalls that he was new to this life as he tilted his head to the right. "I have merely forgotten you are just recently born."

"I do not know of the "Joke," Lucifer." Beelzebub said with a shrug. "I have still have so much to learn. Much like my role as your Guardian, what is Guardian?"

Lucifer looked at the Power, with patience, he said "Well, a word guardian is someone must protect something or someone important, we may never or already know that it or they may be something of great significance to political or religious standards." he then looked at him slightly. "Are you understanding any of this?"

Beelzebub nodded.

"I do."

"Very good." Lucifer smiled. "Do you have more questions?"

"I afraid I have more to count." He regretfully answered, hung his head before his holstered it back upright to look at the Morning Star once more. "What is the Father? Who is the Father? Where did He come from?"

Lucifer stayed silent for a moment. "It was..." He started to say, a little taken aback by it with surprise. "They are quite interesting questions I must admit." He placed his hand on his head, seemingly trying to think up an answer to say for this curious Power. "You see, I have asked those very same questions to the Father when I was first born from the fires of pain but love and adoration."

"You did?" Beelzebub was interested right away, looking at him further. "What did he answer you?"

The Seraph paused for a moment, he had never had this angel in his presence before but this is going to be an interesting evening. "The Father had ran off from His own home universe in the void, he wished to have one where the Light and Dark will co-exist with these Spheres. But His family..." He trailed off for a moment, looking up at the ceiling as if he was worried to finish the rest before ultimately decided to do so to satisfy the Power's curiosity.

"His family, more talented in created realities far more grander and more terrible than the last, laughed at this idea and doubt Him. He had spoke more of His story but if I had to cut this story short; His relations with His people had ended on a sour note." "It has?"

Lucifer nodded once with a closed eye. "It was bad but He was able to prove them wrong further but I will explain more to you later." He studied him after revealing the backstory of how all things came to be, taken notes of his body movements as one who is tired. "You looked tired, my friend."

"Tired?" He yawned, he sounded defiant to Lucifer's words. "I am not tired, Light Bringer."

"Than why did you yawn?" He shot back, a knowing glare with a half-shut eye, if he has eyebrows, no doubt that one will be raised to somewhere higher than Heaven itself.

"What is "Yawn?"" He asked, trying to act like he does not acknowledge it. "It usually means you are tired. That is what." Lucifer pointed it out, a slight dinge of amusement towards the Power's disregard of his state. Defeated, his face-wings tilted downward as he looked pity.

"Ah."

Lucifer shook his head with his eye shut gently, his dark 'mask' seemed to be a bit mischievous. "I shall tell you more of this yawn in the morning, my friend."

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The morning was... Pretty eventful.

He had woke up to the song of the heavenly voice calling out from the outside the still-darken sky of the Eighth Sphere of Heaven and having caught his attention when he noticed the balcony. He got out of his bed which was the floor turned into a big bed for guests, mostly newborn angelic choirs due to the Father's creations.

He stopped short once he stood near the railing when he noticed a hint of light over the horizon before the sun rose upwards and with it, a small dark figure with burning wings with arms raised with such talent. Morning has come and he had a front-row seat of seeing it happening before him.

Looking closer at the flying figure coming closer, he realized that it is Lucifer. He took a few steps backwards to let the Seraph make a graceful landing on the railing with two feet and hands settling onto it, like a most beautiful creature ever created by God.

"Have I disturb your slumber, Beelzebub?"

The Power blinked a few times before he shook his head violently, letting the question settling in with a stutter.

"Um... No really, Lucifer." He answered, placing one of his four hands settling on his head, tenderly petting his flames resembling an insect fur with closed eyes. "I have just woke up."

Lucifer cocked his head to the right, seeing through his lie but he did apprentice it. "I hope it wasn't too tiring." he said as he setting his first foot down and then the second, sitting on the railing with his hands on either side of his form. "I assume that you have come to see what I, the Morning Star, have brought forth."

"I have seen it, and no wonder why the Father had called you the Morning Bringer, thy Prince of Heaven."

Lucifer chucking, admiring the praise. "Oh thank you, Beelzebub. At ease." he lifted his hand slightly to ease the Power to which he does so. He assumed that the Guardian role is settling in already.

"Why did the Father fit you the role of raising the small ball of fire?" "The sun, you mean?" Lucifer looked at him quizzically. "The Father had no means to raising it when he first created everything, he did try but failed to do so but after being the first angel ever born and seeing that I was able to with my power of His Light, he had appointed the role onto me with the mantle of the Prince of the Heavenly Hosts."

"Interesting."

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Beelzebub learned more behind Lucifer's birth since he already had told him what happened before his birth, but he learned what had happened afterwards. The mantle of Prince of Heaven created for Lucifer, the creation of a few more angels a year after, creation of fountains of light, teaching other newborn angels, the failed attempts to have a helm over his 'face' via Light fountains, the building of the cities in Heaven.

Tea was something to calm the nerves is something he like to look forward for after being taught by the leader of the several angelic knights, Azazel.

"It must've been tiresome," Lucifer had said the other day after training. "You are getting better at discipline everyday."

It is true, it is tiresome but it must've been the same for Lucifer as well, raising the sun each day with artistry and love.

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Something had took his interest, while walking home one day, he had noticed two angels in private alone in a dark corridor of the palace. Man and woman.

The first one was dancing first, wings on display as they fluttered and spread to reveal a glow of pink and white. The woman did the same. The look in their eyes is saying something, recalling what he was taught in training with Azazel: Study your opponent, find a weakness.

Weakness usually ranged from a crack in armor to emotional.

From what he found, it was affectionate, care, and... And love.

He wasn't sure about this dance or what it meant but it shared a same traits with Lucifer. Artistry and love.

He wondered if...

No, no it is not right. He shouldn't meddle with the higher authorly of Heaven, and on the safe side, he could ask Lucifer about it himself with gentle question if he asked how his day was.

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He can tell when the Prince of the Heavenly Hosts is troubled, from the way he talked about the current affairs' of the Nine Spheres and his body language. They said it all.

Lucifer had said that the Father appeared to be more tired than usual, like a dimmed candle light flickering, threatening to go out completely. He spoke whenever he talked to him, it seems like it was catching up to him and to make matters worse; more unfinished stars have exploded to where they are.

Beelzebub had to shield the one he had vowed to the Father to protect from the falling debris but Lucifer would've used a halo to shield them both but Beelzebub, oh so persistent, prevented him in doing so, a few sharp ones landed on the left side of his back, near to the spine by an inch and the other to the shoulder.

Only five of the unfinished, unstable stars exploded. That's all.

"You are an moron, Beelzebub." Lucifer scolded him with mixture of annoyance and worry for his guard. "You truly are one. You hear me?" he spoke further as carefully placed a warm clean wag on his shoulder, cleaning off the blood. Other Beelzebub's arms had helped out on holding a few bandages and gauzes as they self-bandaged himself around the waist and half his chest.

"I had made an oath to protect you." He defended himself. "That is what I have only done." As his helm looked at his one-eyed visage. Lucifer rolled his visible eye. "You know that I could protect us both but why prevent me from doing so? You've got yourself hurt." His gaze soften lightly. "You could've died if I didn't threw my halo over our heads after your hold had weaken."

"I didn't died because of the halo that has your handsome face on it had shield us."

Lucifer glared at him but there was a hint of mischievous in that glare. "And you think that my lovely appearance can't take on a few scratches?"

"You would be a prune flat if I become one before you." Beelzebub eyed Lucifer for a little moment. "You are too beautiful to have that face broke into three pieces if I didn't interfere."

Lucifer responded by smacking the bug in the face with the bloody wag, dirtying it a little. "You truly are the moronic angel that had ever graced this universe."

Beelzebub chuckled lightly, just as Lucifer had begun to clean his helm almost immediately out of regret of his action. "But an moronic angel that was tasked to be by your side as a guard."

Lucifer chuckled softly under his breath, his flames have a soft shade of pink in it; maybe a little more pink than usual.

"I cannot argue with that."

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Beelzebub had came to realized that Lucifer had left, a seraph that had stayed here before leaving had explained that the Father needed him. This time, to help him make new angels.

Beelzebub wondered why God had requested Lucifer's assistance but he should go after him but the law of the Father had requested that only Lucifer must be present to Him.

Maybe he could ask him when he comes back.

[rexcaliburechoes]

does anyone else find it fucked up that moon's friends protect themselves from her with the skyfire at the end of moon rising?

[frutavel]

I was talking with my partner about my dracthyr and story ideas I had just now and we went down a rabbit hole of questions about the dracthyr as a people that Blizzard won't ever answer so now I turn to the internet

Do you think the dracthyr know what sex is

[bigboobyhalo]

dapper said that when they hatch they wanna be an amphiptere (a type of dragon with no limbs, only wings) and well I thought, since they're so talented w/ the create mod, what if they WERE an amphiptere BUT they they used their mechanical knowledge to build themself some cool little arms <3

[woolhardy]

*Ahem*

Baby fools (clowns,mimes ,jesters, etc) should be called:

Wibbles

[rellwo]

day 18/365 of creating art everyday for a year!

this is the finished result from yesterday, it took a lot more time than I was expecting it to, but that's often the case with art

anyways I got this cross hatching Luna moth/portrait piece finished, not sure how I feel about it yet but im happy it's done!

let me know if you have any suggestions/requests/tips/ideas!

[fluffypotatey]

Since I very sincerely doubt Uther managed to kill ALL the Dragonlords (they're knights, not the KGB, and it was a lot easier to disappear back then) imagine them returning to Albion from Rome or whatever to find Cousin Balinor's only son is ruling Camelot and the Druids, is best friends with an immortal knight and one dude that's been raised from the fucking dead, is bonded to THEE oldest dragon they've ever heard of (and who is also nuttier than squirrel stew) and a semi-feral hatchling that barely listens to four (4) people max and hisses/bites/claws at the rest, and oh yeah, is married to a fucking Pendragon.

Family dinners must be a hoot and a half.

oh to be a fly on the wall when they finally make an audience in Camelot. oh to see Merlin's face morph from apprehension to wonder to exhaustion to horror because they're telling Arthur everything they know.

[ozmodai]

its valentine's day but it's also a far more important holiday to me, personally: pyrroh's birthday

[apuff]

the more dried out my Big Sharpie becomes the better it gets at being a hatching replacement

[honestlyvan]

👀👀 rlly interesting read on ovan, would love to hear some abt ur hcs on him n corbenik

(Now on DW!)

So it's been a hot minute since I watched Terminal Disc so my memory of the details of the canon are very vague, but I definitely think it's likely that the Epitaphs attached themselves to players in reverse numerical order, making Ovan the first and unintentionally the template for how becoming an Epitaph-PC would play out.

Corbenik is sort of funny as a Phase because the way it's laid out in the Epitaph, Corbenik serves no function until the Wave wipes out its intended target, and it's left behind to observe the void. As long as the system state isn't disturbed and no new AI begins to emerge, Corbenik stays passive theoretically forever -- but once it is disturbed, it rouses the rest of the Wave to come clean up what was left unfinished.

(I recognise this isn't how we see it play out in R1, I'm basing this on the idea that Morganna designed the Wave to be essentially self-propagating against Aura. The stalemate is the point, the rolling waves razing any fertile ground for her to develop on in favour of perpetual despair and the call of the void.)

With Corbenik as the rearguard of the apocalypse, it could have easily been the most active (least inactive?) of the Phases during the period of calm after Aura takes over Morganna's duties -- with no AI competing with Aura available to suppress, it was essentially on standby, latching onto Ovan the moment he showed up and then doing nothing until it registered the AIDA that also attached itself to Ovan.

Which is the thing that really fucks Ovan over, I think. The body timeshare he has with Tri-Edge is stressful enough, but Corbenik is also perpetually making him identify himself as the greatest threat to system integrity. So he's essentially getting a triple dose of the Epitaph "the solution is Fucking Kill Yourself" heightened self-destructive urge -- from the nature of the Cursed Wave, from the Vagrant AI-fication of the Phases and being (in part) his own natural-born enemy.

On top of this, Corbenik is perpetually calling to the other Phases like "over here! I've identified the enemy! Here is an AI we need to stop from reaching self-actualisation!" So candidates are drawn to him, unconsciously recognise him as having seniority, and then immediately identify him as the threat to be eliminated. People keep forming a kind of proxy disordered attachment to him, feeling compelled to follow his orders but also feeling threatened by his presence and become driven by the urge to destroy him.

Haseo is particularly vulnerable to this because Skeith and Corbenik are so intertwined in their roles, the first Phase is the one the last calls the strongest, and his personal sense of betrayal only amplifies the destructive resonance. And the influence goes both ways, the more Skeith perceives Corbenik's host as the main threat, the more Corbenik calls on Skeith as the vanguard to eliminate that threat. Haseo's (perceived) perception of him directly influences Ovan's perception of himself -- with everyone else Ovan is very particular about asserting his own reality, but with Haseo, the way Haseo sees him takes priority over how Ovan sees himself.

[eorzeashan]

I made an adventuring bird daughter :D

[shibusawaz]

"I'm going to draw a spider today!"

experiences the 5 stages of grief before starting to shade