#tho also I. don't know if I'm the type who could pull off a leather jacket ehe

[merrigelblogs]

platedlizard replied to your photo: Hey I uhhh actually kinda super liked my outfit...

is that a denim jacket? If so, good

I WISH.... Sadly nah, it's just a black button-up!

[cknightleyart]

Purple Phire Princess

Part 1

In fire there are many shades, hues, and tones. Once a pond a moment there was a princess made of the royalist of purples. She was named Phire after her father who ruled over the Flareany. One day when Princess Phire was 13 she was allowed to leave the Royal Palace on her own.

"Dearest daughter of mine be mindful that not all is fare in Flareany... Not all you meet will have your best interest at heart. Many will try to steal your light. Don't let them." Warned King Phire.

"How can one steal what is me?" Asked the Princess. "Who's out there?"

"Not all Flarens burn the same..."

"My'Light you are needed in the Skilletem." The serf said with widen eyes.

"Excuse me dearest daughter... Mind my words." The King said as he rushed to the Skilletem.

Princess Phire mind her father's warning before she left the kingdom. The Palacesgards opened the gates for her.

"When will you be coming back?" The Palacegard asked.

"Afternoon... I will be heading to Crimsunbrix

To meet a friend." Said Princess Phire. "Her name is Mesa Mora..."

"See you soon, My'Light." The Palacegrad said as she opened the castiron gates.

While Phire and Mesa walked the Boulevard of the farmers market they found a Mage doing tarot readings. A Ocean blue Flareany with silver hair came out her Witvhes booth heated. "What you mean I shall cause my own misery? I want a better future. Give back thy coin!"

"The cards had spoken! The future ain't free. You see you started the prophecy." Exclaimed the Witvh.

The boy stormed off. "Don't waste your coin on her." He told the girls.

"Come one. Come two. Let she what my cards claim for you." The Mage pointed at Phire and Mesa.

Of course they got their reading done despite the boys warning. They walked in the booth and admire the crystals dangling from the ceiling. The crystals washed over them before they sat side by side. The neon pink lights from the Witvhes deafpunk-mask characters shifted while she put the tarot in the desk-shuffler.

Phire watched the machine. The Witvh asked them to pick a type of reading off the menu. Each reading listed had an emjoi that makes her deafpunk pink. Mesa picked the 5th typed to the top. "That a reading for Romantica..." The machine handed Mesa the deck. "Pick 10 cards. You can look at them. But I suggest you don't."

Mesa laughed. She looked at each card before picking her 10. She placed the rest in the deck and handed the cards to be tempted by the Mage.

"Romantica or Love; the unlighten ones call it, is more than sexual. Transcends the physical and emotional... Your master card is the Ace of Swords." She pulled out the card with a hand emerging from a cloud holding a long sword. "You are a strong girl who will grow into a mightier woman. You will find Callers of every nation trying to romance you... However, they will not last... Now each card you picked are the lovers you will lose." She drew the other nine. "The Knight of Wishes. The Princes of Wishes. The Fool. The Joker. The Warrior. The Twin Flame. The Devil. The Mortal. And The Chibi Sun... Be careful of the Chibi Sun 'cause it's upside down."

Mesa felt the ooogies. "How do I lose them?"

"Does it matter you lost them. Just don't make that miss step thinking you found the one. The one isn't in this draw. There no card for him."

Phire felt the ooogies too. Was nervous about her turn. Since she didn't care for romance; she picked the 3rd type of reading. She loved the name Epicventura. She watched the machine shuffle. She picked 3 cards blindly. The Mage interpret them.

"Father Time. The Tower. Blooming Moonflower... Your a royalty. Real in flesh, soul and mind. I can tell by your cards you time is now... You will face new challenges past generations had not foreseen. However you will live happily enough after the wrecking." Said the Mage.

"How come her fortune is nice? All my lovers are going to die...?" Noted Mesa.

"You picked what you picked. The cards had spoken."

The friends carried on to enjoy the market buying beans till dust hit. On the way back to the Palace they came across a white cat with purple eyes being attacked buy a flock of crows. Phire scared the flock away from the white cat.

"Damn those birds... They pecked him to death. We gotta get him to the Palace." Said Princess Phire. She took the cat to the Firesages and in moments the once dead cat was living.

"Thank you for re-animating me..." Said the White cat suprising the Princess, Mesa and Firesage.

"What you can talk? How can that be" Asked the Firesage.

"Just how you learned." Replied the cat then jumped off the table onto his feet.

"You can stand?" Said Mesa.

"Well I don't know how that's so interesting. You stand every day... Now I must be going. My Major will be pissed. Which way to Sayaity?"

"Sayaity?" The Firesage said."You're from Sayaity? You're a long long way from home. Your in Flareany Palace"

"My Majors not going to like this one bit." After some further explanations they learned the cats name was Markham. He wasn't always a white cat. Do to a curse from a Warlovk in Sayaity he been turned. His Major Zir.Clarence been trying to reverse the curse but need 4 ingredients across the globe. He got issued A-shard from the liberty Bell in Decline, the blood of a vampire from Rubikity, and while he was in Rubikity going to Qiwishstone he ran into the flock of crows.

"Qiwishstone isn't that far from Flareany." Said Princess Phire. "What you need in Qiwishstone?"

"You're Father will not allow you to travel that a ways..." Said the Firesage.

"I need the feather of a Phoniex." Markham said.

" We can't just let a cat of his size travel his own. My father will understand I am of age I could it's not out of the kingdom." The Princes declared.

She asked her father when he was his sweetest. It was always after he took off his crown in his Study. Of course he didn't want his daughter to travel at-all, but he saw the fire in her eyes. That same flame he had when he was her age. If he said no he know she will do it in spite. He allowed her with the company of Mesa, The Firesage, and The Palacegard.

After the Firesmith made the party their armory they where ready to travel. Princess Phire armory was made of white gold with copper finishing. She wore cat-like claws that was made Osedon crystals that matched her booths; it kept her flame in-check.

Mesa armory was made of stainless steel. She was given two daggers that looked like a snake.

The Firesage armory was made of Rose Quarts. She was given a staff made of cherry wood with a ruby crystal; that would amplify her spell-accuraty.

The Palacesgard was made of Bismuth. Her weapon was shield with the sigil of Blue Fire with gold wings.

Markham Of'Sayaity armory was a jumper made of leather. He was also given a so thin blade it was naked to the human eye.

The met in the courtyard. After the Firesmith showed his administration for his models he told them each item work best together. "- the stone made works best in the sun. The metal made work best at night. Work as a unit and you'll do fine. And most importantly don't give my Smithin' a bad name."

"We wont." Promise Princess Phire.

The journey began in Menthol; outside Flaerity.

In Menthol the party had no trouble making there way to Newer Goldity. There they heard whispers of a bird made of fire attacking the pigs on Old Mans Jinkans farm.

"You know that Jinkans is a character. Very queer... If you ask me. Did he make bacon. Fire birds are long gone." Said the city man.

"Where is this old man Jinkans?" Markham asked.

"Which Witvh cured you? It's been years since I talked to a talking cat. Where you from? Everyone knows that Old Man Jinkans live on Old Town rd." Replied the city man.

On old town rd the party found the farmhouse of Jinkans. There liad the blacken skulls of his stock of pigs.

"No Flareany can cast such a fire. It must be the Phoenix." Mesa said in delight. "I feel sorry for the pigs tho-but you know..."

Markham was ecstatic. "Soon I'll be no more a feline. Let's see if Jinkans can tell us where it went."

"Pipe down. We can't just knock on the door of a old man demanding information. We should of thought this out." Said the Palacegaurd.

"True. He just lost his stock. Imagine how he must feel?" Princess Phire looked at the brunt farm.

"What are you doing?" Shouted a boy from the farmhouse. He ran up to them holding a hoe as a weapon. "This is private property! Not a theme park! Nothing to see here!"

Princess Phire recalled that boy from the tarot reading. His silver hair was in box-braids and he was dressed in overalls. His Ocean fire was more golden do being in a new city. His light made hers blush.

The Palaceguard shield the Princess. The boy tripped on his feet, face planting into a mug pie. The party laughed.

"Stop that's not funny..." Phire said forcing herself to stop laughing. "Are you alright?" She rushed to help.

"Perfectly fine. I don't need your pitty."

"How dare you talk to the Princess like that?" Said the Palacegard.

The boy noticed her royal fire. "I don't care if she is the Queen of Makebelieve... This is still private property. You rule over nothing here. And if you did you rule over dead pigs." Said the boy.

"We are not here to rule. We must talk to your grandfather-" Markham said.

"Old men Jinkans isn't my grandfather. He's my uncle. His name is just Jinkans. I'm Jincode. This is Jinfarms."

"I read of the Jinkin. I'm and Princess Phire daughter of King Phire and this is my party. We came to help Markham Of'Sayaity get a Phoniex feather to undo his catattitude..."

"So where is your Uncle?" Asked Mesa.

"He's away getting more pigs." Jincode explanated. He told them about the horror he witnessed on the day the Phoniex caused. "It came down like wildfire. It went east. I thought Fire birds where extinct? I thought wrong."

"They stay to themselves mostly in volcanoes. There must be one nearby." The Firesage said.

"There is no canoes to the east. That bird must be dumb... Just mountains. The Golderhills." Said Jincode.

"It must be inactived." Princess Phire said.

Jincode joined the party to seek revenge on the Phoniex. They traveled east to the Golderhills. The smell of burning bacon came from a cave. To there luck they found the Phoniex resting on top a bed of blacken skulls of pigs.

The cave was cold.

That was good for the party.

"Go get your feather so I can end it's life." Whispered Jincode to Markham.

"Jobs indeed." Said Markham. He leaped stone to stone where the resting Phoniex poached.

"That's one cool cat." Said the Palacegard.

Markham sneaked a pinch at the tail of the Fire bird. Getting the feather woke up the Phoniex and She roars. Her roar sounds like crystal cracking and embers burning. She pushed Markham away making him fall. The Firesage uses her staffs magic to catch him. The feather on the other hand was lost.

"Sugar we need another feather!" Markham said.

"No we don't it's right there!" Princess Phire said pointing at the spot. The feather was caught between a rock and a hard place. The Phoniex made the cave heat-up.

The Firesage attacked the wild beast with her magic to make it go to sleep. Each try was missed. The bird attacked them with a fireball. The Palacegard shield them all. The bird swings down to attack and Mess cut her with her snake dagger.

Unfortunately she got hit back by a blast of embers.

"Mesa!" Cried Phire. "We gotta get out of here!" The cave became too hot for even the Flareany princess. Her party left to rethink there plain.

Back at the Jinkans Farmhouse Uncle Jinkans laughed at them. "What was you thinking? It's a bird made of fire. There's no way your going to get that feather. KittyCat, get use to being a feline."

"I can't just give up. Do you know how hard it is to be a talking cat? It would be worst if I waa black." Said Markham.

"Don't fear Markham... We just need research. Do you guys have a computer with Internet?" Phire asked and Jincode showed her the house PC. It was a old model made in 2021 but Phire knew how to work it.

"Sorry for the oldness... We're not technology inclined. My grandfather grew up on this computer." Jincode said.

After serfing the world-wide-web for everything under Phoniex and Fire Bird.

Phire found out they are weakest after dust. She also learned that on the night of a new moon their fire is at its coolest.

The following day they went at dust to try for the feather. Jincode still wanted to kill the beast despite Phire telling him no one ever killed a Phoniex in the stories she researched.

He insisted that he's going to make history out of herstory. She laughed and blushed. Making Mesa feel the ooogies.

"Do they really gotta flirt? I never seen Phire like this." Mesa said.

"You sound jealous." Markham said.

"Its like I'm yesterdays news." Mesa stated.

They gone inside the cave to see the fasting Phoniex on her nest of skulls. The echo on Jincode's kicking a rock woken the Phoniex.

She roars causing the earth to shake.

"Thanks a lot Blueboy!" Mesa said drawing her daggers. "That Witvh was spot-on."

"Why bring her up." Jincode rolled his eyes.

The bird attacked with a breath of cold ash.

The Firesage blocked the attack. She spelled a rock in her control and tossed it at the beast. The beast cried as the rock hit her.

She spat green fire at the sage. The attack hit her and she fainted from the foreign flame.

The bird took flight and tossed stars at the rest of the party.

Phire added the yellow light into her. Her inner flame roared a burning berry tone. She grew inside and was able to punch the Phoniex. She got three jabs in before her power-up went out. She was drain.

Mesa blocked the starts with her daggers who ate them. They where full and grew into a two dual swords. They gave her the ability to turn invisible.

Markham hid behind a stone with Jincode from the stars. After watching Phire eat more falling stars. Jincode thought he could do the same. He let one hit him.

Feeling the light settle in him his silver hair burned Pacific blue. He felt a rush that he never felt before and his thought rushed. He started throwing fire jabs all over.

He hits Mesa making her faint. She became visible after the hit.

"Watch where you tossing those hits!" The Palacegard remarked as she dodged the stars. She used her grafuling-hook to move closer to get a feather. Next to the nest she noticed a six giant topaz egg. "Sugar Honey Ice Tea!"

The Mother Phoniex attacked her.

She fainted.

"We gotta get the Heynow-Out-of-here!" Princess Phire used the last of her flame to cast a bright light so Jincode, Markham and herself to wakeup the fallen party to evacuate.

Uncle Jinkans felt to bad to laugh at them. He gave each of them a special elixir to heal 100 percent. After they where healed fully he laughed. "-So she's a mommy. Your not getting that feather..."

"We just need to think outside the box." Princess Phire said.

"Is it really that bad being a cat?" Asked Mesa. "You can die a cat or a human. Dying a cat you might get treated better. Humanity can be messed up. Think about it... You can have a nice shoes box that coast way less than a casket."

"You might be right?" Markham the Cat said.

"Don't give up! We came this far. I am not a Quicker! We are not Quickers!" Princess Phire declared.

Her party cried.

Phire went hard at work doing more research on Phoniex. She learned of the Legend of the Queen and The Phoniex. In her study she read that by nature the bird isn't destructive by nature but brings life. The Queen in the Legend kissed the bird and let it burn her so she could become the Phoniex.

Phire found that half bizarre. "I'm not doing all that..." She said to the site. The Legend was typed in 1995 by some man named DJ Big R. Back in 95 the Humans where still leading what was Wi-Fi. So she took the story with a grain of salt.

"You need to get some sleep. Your light is dimming, girl." Mesa worried.

"Okay. I will hit the hay." Phire turned off the computer and went to sleep.

Two days later the party was ready to take on the beast. This time Princess Phire had a idea. This time they would wait for the bird to leave when the sun was rising The Phoniex left to search for stock to feed its fire. Phire knew it would need to get more food since their last encounter with her.

Once the party saw her leave the cave the rushed into the cave.

"Still want to get your revenge?" Teased Mesa.

"Shut up. Revenge is foolishness." Jincode said.

(End of part 1)

[aetherical-cosmos]

The Horrors We Bear (Trigger Warning: Autopsy, Death)

It hadn't been very long that I had released my name out into the great world beyond that I was available as a pathologist and contract coroner, but my first "case", as it were, seemed to already prove quite interesting. I get my first call out to examine the body of a young woman who had been apparently drowned. Beside her, a string of her personal effects are strewn about as a sole, butchered finger had been used to write a message in her own blood.

"Be still, little flame."

Whatever the hell that is supposed to mean is beyond me, but after making my way through a huge crowd of people in order to get a good idea of where to begin, I'm being gawked at. The weird stares start setting in as I bring in my toolbox of equipment.

Oh dear Thaliak, please...not again.

I'm not a weirdo, I don't hang out with the dead all day by choice. I wish these people would realize I do have a life outside of what I do for employment.

Focus, Zara. Back to the task at hand.

I toss my blonde ponytail back over my shoulder and pop open my tool chest, taking care to place gloves over the skin of my hands as not to taint the crime scene with my own bodily oils. You never know how even just the simplest hair during an investigation can lead to the most unlikely suspects. I pull out a few necessary instruments. Adhesive strips?  Check.  Cotton sticks?  Check.  Test vials?  Oh now dammit...where are tho -- AH. Here they are. I realized I put them in a very insulated cloth sack to be locked into the lid of the box.

I start taking a mental image of the way her body's laid out. Apparently this criminal had a "conscience", though most wouldn't agree with the obvious murder. He arranged her just so that her sopping wet hair was covering her face. A sign of respect for the dead, mayhap?

Usually criminals who drown their victims will leave them in the water never to be found. They also didn't just "dump" her somewhere. It seems like all of her belongings are within range, even her coinpurse hadn't been touched. Was this a message to someone for the body to laid out publicly like this or did the perpetrator wish to show shame for their crime, leaving her in public view so that someone would find her quickly?

The possibilities begin to swim in my head. I start rolling a cotton stick upon her bloodied finger in order to identify a blood type for her. I motion for one of the nearby gawking pair of newbie Flames soldiers to help me pull out a piece of long parchment in order to get an impression of the message left in the concrete as the blood was almost completely dried. The steam is such a useful tool for loosening the blood from the stone and onto paper. It works well for cloth too, but paper is the best medium for any blood transfer as it absorbs and still keeps the shape and state it had been originally transferred to. All it takes is just a slight brush of a coal in wet cloth to the back of the paper to steam the message onto the thick paper.

"NO! No, don't do that!"

Great, already the body's being tampered with. The Flame guards drop the poor woman the few inches back to the concrete with the look of a deer caught in an magitek armor's headlights. I feel by blood boiling as they back away slowly, I'm sure the look on my face made me look Death Incarnate.

"Have some respect. We cannot move this woman until the proper procedures are in place. Make yourselves useful, keep this area as clear as possible while I finish my work. You two! Yes, you. I'm talking to you two over there in the corner! COME HERE."

I swear, the majority of the guard sects within the different cities in Aldenard are very no-nonsense and have no issue with following instructions, but some...I worry about whether or not they were raised in a barn.

The two I had looming about come over to me, I gave them the job of holding out the parchment fully for the steam-pressed evidence to air dry. They stood in front of each other as the parchment was stretched out between them. I made certain they took off their gauntlets in order to not damage the parchment corners, but I used the dark sand and adhesive strips on their fingertips first as to immediately eliminate them as suspects.

Turning back to the poor woman upon the ground, I followed suit with what I had done with the guards and began to use a large horsehair brush to dust my special dark sand over key areas of her body. In this case, since she had been drowned, I took care to pay special attention to her hands, elbows, any appendage that would be easily used against her.

How bizarre...

I lifted her hair to see that only one earring remained. It was rather large, but it seemed well kept in place with a stable backing. What happened to the other, I wondered to myself. If this one survived the blow of being submerged, the other one probably should have as well.

I logged that away into the back of my mind as I continued with my process. I put the cotton sticks into the glass tubes and secured them into my box. The adhesive strips were able to recover not a print but what looked to be an impression of some kind around her chin/mouth/cheek area. It was faint, but more tests would help me fully confirm what it might be later.

I begin to collect her personal effects that were scattered around her and began to place them into finely woven mesh bags. They were also Garlean technological marvels (I would never expose how I came to procure them); they virtually kept them in the state in which they were found, the mesh being so fine that it preserved and allowed the evidence to breathe at the same time. I was thankful for this as other bags of the past tended to keep their contents mildewed or stagnant and moldy. The smell when that happened was more than enough to make someone exhume their breakfast if they were within thirty feet of said evidence bag. Scientific breakthroughs have really come a long way in helping those like me preserve evidence.

As soon as I tag them for research, I pull out a large black leather bag, one of my few assistants came to my side with a wooden stretcher. I arrange for the Flame guards that were holding my evidence parchment out to dry to roll the bag out place it openly on the stretcher so that the woman's body could be placed gently inside. As soon as she's within, I slowly and painstakingly close all forty-eight clasps until her face is buried under the black leather. I whisper a quick prayer to both Thaliak and Nald'thal in the back of my mind for the victim as my assistants begin to wheel her off towards my temporary makeshift office within the thaumaturgy with a small host of Flame guards surrounding me. I collect my belongings. As soon as I pull off my gloves, I toss them into the box and close it up, sitting upon it for a moment as I sit and stare at the concrete she had just been laying upon.

Who would've done this? Why? There was quite a bit of anger in this scenario...and that's when it hit me. I get a flash of an image of her standing close to a man whose face I cannot see, but she's smiling, her body pressed against his as he holds her hands in his affectionately. He kisses her. I quickly snap out of my reverie to wheel my tool chest with all my evidence contained within towards my autopsy office behind the small throng of people headed my same direction.

Whoever you are, I will find you. This girl will be avenged.

[sunshine-tattoo]

oooh this is fun!

well I know when my Empathy Unit™ is broke (usually due to emotional exhaustion), I turn into a smoldering rage monster who thinks she knows better than everyone else.

so i would be some kind of dictator probably. making laws and ruling with cold intimidation.

physically, I'm not very scary but one of my worst qualities is that I will do literally anything if I'm challenged into it.

i once jumped into a dumpster just because someone said that I wouldn't do it. I was sick for a week afterwards but I didn't care.

cause I won.

i also get really violent when I feel attacked. I almost sucker punched a stranger the other day just because he bumped into me on the bus.

(this is just the ptsd of course and usually I have an ok time controlling those fighty urges since I try to be a good person. But if I'm going Evil then they have to be taken into account.)

so I wouldn't need an army to stay in power. I just would need my weirdly agressive and resistant self.

some asshole tries to stab me and I just push the knife in deeper to freak him out.

and then attack with full fury until there's nothing left but a carcass.

my evil laws would probably be about forcing people to Not Be Stupid, as that is a pet peeve of mine on my worst days.

also contribution. If I feel like you don't contribute to something useful, then you're out.

I once made a kid fail a project in middle school because he did 0 work.

He got mad and I looked at him, cold as fuck, and said "the oxygen you breathe would be better served elsewhere."

(as an adult, I know that was messed up and not fair.)

teddy from bobs burgers is an excellent example of someone I absolutely would murder in cold blood if I acted on my evil impulses. Gayle too.

reasons why:

- stupid

- lazy

- impulsive

- annoying

- take more than they give

- a drain on resources

basically my villian self would think she's doing the right thing by trying to make everyone "evolved and improved". so that humans can reach new heights and whatnot.

and if someone cannot meet these requirements, well, we can always reuse their molecules for something useful.

also science. I have literally 0 impulse control on that shit. Im definitely the type who sacrifices lives like chess pieces for knowledge.

and in terms of looks, I can't pull off the evil Queen look either. Im too chubby and cute. i look like somebody's mom who brings them cookies when they are studying.

(which I do, tho not for actual children of my own. Just roomies.)

but not gonna lean into the cuteness and go full Umbridge either. that's just damn nauseating and anyone who did look/act like that would probably end up with me punching them in the face.

maybe I'd be weirdly ordinary? like I don't look particularly one thing or another?

I do have tats and piercings and pink hair in an undercut so I guess I could lean into the punk rock look at least a little. Not too much tho because then I'd just look like snow white in a leather jacket.

but id definitely always wear gloves with metal sewn into the knuckles to kick the crap outta something at a moment's notice.

I guess the bottom line isn't what I'd look like because that's not why people would fear me: they'd fear the cruel shit that was conjured up in my brain.

This was so fun! Lol it oddly helped work out some stress and I feel better. :)

I had a lot of fun imagining my villainsona today!