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vampire facts for this blog. ( these are v.k world vampires and are default vampire facts for this blog / willing change for interactions if discussed before hand. ) **may change later on / added too
can be out in sunlight but are extremely sensitive to it ( most common symptoms suffered; headaches, eye sensitive , easily sunburned , quick to overheat / heatstroke & dehydration )
can enter any places without being invited
vampires strongly follow a hierarchy; broken down into levels LEVEL A ( final boss ) LEVEL B ( vamp with little human lineage ) LEVEL C ( basic, mostly humans lineage ) LEVEL D ( human turn into vampire )
the higher level they are the longer the vampire's life span, the more human lineage they have the closer they are to have a 'normal' human span while pureblood vampires' can live for a couple of centuries.
all vampires have a high metabolism, they burn through double the energy a human does
have an eye shine ! vampires of any level will have an eye shine that is typically red, though there are cases of orange eye shine. the higher the level ( less human ) the more prominent the shine.
vampire’s have fangs 24/7, they do not retract and hide them. their top canines and premolars are fangs ; canines - bigger fangs premolars - smaller gangs
vampire’s eyes with change colour ( normal eye colour to a some shade of red ) with high adrenaline levels.
all level A vampires have supernatural abilities while only a few level B have some degree. these level B vampire can all trace their ancestry back to a level A link. ( if they have a supernatural ability their distantly related to a pure blood vampire )
vampire bodies all turn to ash at some point after death. the timing can vary from minutes to days but they do not rot!
the financial difference / classism between vampires is extreme issues that the vampire council and prominent figures continues to neglect.
#under readmore just to save on length#headcanon .#i have vampire thoughts and realized i’ve never actually posted any here#for some reason so i’ll start doing that now#i'll probably add so more points to this later#but i’ll be sure to reblog or link or something if i do
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Im on the verge of suicide and I suspect my two sisters are as well. While I don't think I will ever do it, because I'm religious, idk about them. And even if I won't do it, to live in such a torment ad the one I'm experiencing is unbearable and unimaginable. Logically I believe in the power of prayers, but on a personal level I find it unlikely anything will ever help me. But I'm still asking for prayers in the intention of us three staying alive no matter what.
I'm really sorry to hear that you and your sisters are struggling with suicidal thoughts. I don't know where you live, but please know that there will be crisis and non-crisis resources that you can access for support and pass on resources to your sisters (as well as to use for yourself). Suicide hotlines are just one form of accessing support. You can absolutely reach out to your local doctor, or see what other support services are in place. Sometimes you can access therapy groups which can often have shorter waiting list times and can often be offered for free or low cost. There are also a range of apps that are free or low cost that offer a range of coping mechanisms. I would recommend just putting in 'mental health' or 'suicide support' into your app store because sometimes it will also recommend apps that are ran by local resources to you.
As for prayers, something that you can try and do is use these prayers. You can say them when you get up in the morning, before you go to bed, or whenever you feel like anxiety/pain/etc is building up. You can pick up praying one of them a day, or whenever you're able, or using more than one. Whatever you feel is most beneficial to you (and also most achievable). I'm giving you a range of prayers under a readmore, just because some of them vary in length and you might find a certain length of prayer works best for you.
Lord Jesus Christ Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner
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Good Saint Dymphna, great wonder-worker in every affliction of mind and body, I humbly implore your powerful intercession with Jesus through Mary, the Health of the Sick, in my present need. (Mention it.) Saint Dymphna, martyr of purity, patroness of those who suffer with nervous and mental afflictions, beloved child of Jesus and Mary, pray to Them for me and obtain my request.
(Pray one Our Father, one Hail Mary and one Glory Be.)
Saint Dymphna, Virgin and Martyr, pray for us.
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Glorious Archangel Saint Raphael, great prince of the heavenly court, you are illustrious for your gifts of wisdom and grace.
You are a guide of those who journey by land or sea or air, consoler of the afflicted, and refuge of sinners. I beg you, assist me in all my needs and in all the sufferings of this life, as once you helped the young Tobias on his travels.
Because you are the medicine of God, I humbly pray you to heal the many infirmities of my soul and the ills that afflict my body. I especially ask of you the favor
(mention your request here)
and the great grace of purity to prepare me to be the temple of the Holy Spirit.
St. Raphael, of the glorious seven who stand before the throne of Him who lives and reigns, Angel of health, the Lord has filled your hand with balm from heaven to soothe or cure our pains. Heal or cure the victim of disease and guide our steps when doubtful of our ways.
Amen.
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O my beloved Queen, my hope, O Mother of God, protector of orphans and protector of those who are hurt, the savior of those who perish and the consolation of all those who are in distress, thou seest my misery, thou seest my sorrow and my loneliness. Help me—I am powerless; give me strength. Thou knowest what I suffer, thou knowest my grief: Lend me thy hand, for who else can be my hope but thee, my protector and my intercessor before God? I have sinned before thee and before all people. Be my Mother, my consoler, my helper. Protect me and save me, chase grief away from me, chase my lowness of heart and my despondency. Help me, O Mother of my God!
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Thee alone I follow, Lord Jesus, Who heals my wounds. For what shall separate me from the love of God, which is in Thee? Shall tribulation, or distress, or famine? I am held fast as though by nails, and fettered by the bonds of charity. Remove from me, O Lord Jesus, with Thy potent sword, the corruption of my sins. Secure me in the bonds of Thy love; cut away what is corrupt in me. Come quickly and make an end of my many, my hidden and secret afflictions. Open the wound lest the evil humor spread. With Thy new washing, cleanse in me all that is stained. Hear me, you earthly men, who in your sins bring forth drunken thoughts: I have found a Physician. He dwells in Heaven and distributes His healing on earth. He alone can heal my pains Who Himself has none. He alone Who knows what is hidden can take away the grief of my heart, the fear of my soul: Jesus Christ. Christ is grace! Christ is life! Christ is Resurrection! Amen.
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Tav Moonridge Character sheet
So I went back to see how much needed to be done, turns out i just needed to tweak a couple things and presto! Background summary was going to go under a readmore but that option is not popping up for me.
Summary:
Daughter of a Iados, a leather worker, and Felicity, an animal handler, who moved to Baldur’s Gate when she was 3. Her early life was filled with grief. First her father being murdered for the sin of being a tiefling and her mother falling to the bottle to drown the never-ending grief of losing her husband. Tav had to learn quick how to take care of herself and her mother at a young age – taking to pickpocketing to try to help make ends meets.
Her mother did eventually meet Euphony and they had her little sister Temerity. Euphony was barely tolerated by Tav and considered Tav crabby, prickly, and grouchy – but taught her to play the lute and improved her pickpocketing skills. After her younger sister was born, and without her mother's knowledge, Tav also learned how to use a knife, how and where to strike someone to get away quickly, how to plan escape routes quickly and silently, and what certain potions/drugs taste like (basically, what does date rape taste like).
When her mother was killed over debts Euphony was nowhere to be found – leaving both her and Temerity (her sister) to an orphanage that let Temerity get near-lethally ill. Putting her skills to the test, Tav managed to get them out of the orphanage and into less unpleasant homes. There were still periods where they slept on the streets, but Tav was able to mostly keep a roof over their heads.
The next couple of years were marked by anger and bitterness. Anyone who wasn't Temerity or a close friend was held at arms' length at best. Tav played nice enough while busking or picking up shifts at whichever one of the many places she managed to talk her way into – but she was quick with sharp words backed by sharper teeth. While she made certain Temerity always had a roof over her head, food in her belly, and school to go to – Tav was not so kind to herself, having long ago learned how to ignore hunger pangs and how many rocks a tiefling's stomach could digest before needing something more nutritious. Even with her two friends trying to make sure she had things to eat, Tav refused to accept more than she felt they could comfortably offer and of that gave the lion's share to Temerity.
Eventually, she realizes she was becoming like all the adults that failed her and chose to help other urchins by letting them crash on her couch now and then and – when she could spare it – a hot meal. Even if it simply meant some kid didn’t die of exposure in the winter, she realized that it was making a difference and managed to convince a few other former urchins to do the same.
As of the start of BG3 she is considered the de facto head of the ‘Network’ – a loosely organized, unofficial group of urchins and former urchins who offer safe spots to crash for the night or fill an empty belly. Despite her turning over a new leaf to be a better person – she still takes absolute shit care of herself and focuses most of her attention on her sister who things she is overbearing and controlling. When Temerity manages to get an apprenticeship with a leatherworker in town and considers getting her own place, Tav does not react amazingly to it. Tav tries to convince her that she’s too young to be on her own and that she should focus on saving money or perhaps getting more schooling and it ends up in a massive fight and Temerity running off for a few days.
Which makes Tav frankly go insane with worry because no one that she knows seems to know where her sister went and Tav is acutely aware of just how dangerous the city can be. When Temerity does finally show back up, she agrees to stay home on two conditions: 1) That Tav stops trying to act like her mother and instead acts like a sister and 2) trust her and give her space to do her own thing.
Tav agrees and attempts to be less codependent on her – by the time Tav is tadpoled their relationship is still strained because she has a difficult time simply being a sister to Temerity and not acting like a mother to her.
#BG3#Baldur's Gate 3#Tav Moonridge#OC#Character Sheet#Drow armor is so nice#but it is a bitch to draw
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I wrote a bunch of paragraphs about nothing in particular again so here it is under a readmore so it doesn't take up space.
like 8 years ago when people used tumblr more via desktop browser than its app, I put a 3rd party metric tracker in my desktop theme that logged how people were referred to my blog. it also captured what pages of my blog people viewed.
at one point during this time I reblogged a piece of pixel art from a japanese artist. they came to my blog through their activity page, and then searched my blog in a couple different ways for the terms "ドット" and "ドット絵" ("dot" and "dot art", as in pixel art). I checked those search urls myself to see if they found anything but there were no results because I never used those terms or specifically tagged pixel art in any other way.
ever since then I've made an effort to tag all pixel art I reblog with the term "pixel art". that artist was probably hoping to find more art to check out and it bums me out that my tagging system wasn't thorough enough to help.
this is why I have my current specific tag system lol. it keeps evolving but having the ability to find stuff you're into without jumping through hoops is really handy. (the site-wide post and tag searches return sooo much bullshit. it's a slog sifting through thr noise whenever I use those to fill my queue due to the sheer amount of manga caps, polls, liveblogs, personal posts, and fics posted without readmores...)
if only the way to view all tags you've ever used still worked. I think it caps at 500 or 1000 now and is also chronological so the first 500 or whatever tags you ever used show up in the list. then there's a hard stop and it does not update as you delete posts or use that mass tag editor to remove certain tags for your blog entirely.
I went through my used tag list earlier this year to unify certain tags and remove tags that I stopped using in favor for other ones, but I only got like 400 tagged terms down the list. maybe downloading my blog data would show more. the trick I mentioned uses your desktop blog's archive page. the tags are in its code so you can use "inspect element" to view it. I remember scrolling a lot to load a bunch of posts on the page but cant remember if this was required or I just did it to see if I could access more tags.
it's formatted all fucked and hard to manage but you can copy and paste the long chunk of tags into one cell of a spreadsheet and then use Data options to split them into columns by commas (or whatever punctuation separates them, I forget). a wide list is a huge pain to view so from there you can click on a cell containing data, click ctrl+a to highlight all data in thr row, copy, then paste special as "transposed" to turn the copied row 90° so it pastes as a column. the spreadsheet will wide as fuck from the hundreds of columns so honestly its easier to paste the transposed data into a new tab and delete the original vs clicking in the column to the left of your transposed data and then pressing ctrl+ shift+right arrow to select all rows to the right, then deleting the extra rows.
if you're in Excel you may have to use the "delete rows" option from the "home" tab and then save the sheet using "file > save" (do NOT save via the save button on the upper left corner or ctrl+s). this returns the sheet to a manageable size for scrolling (plus reduces its file size). this piece of shit software usually retains the sheet width/length even after you delete hundreds of columns/rows unless you use this trick of deleting specifically via home tab + saving specifically through the save menu.
I got a round number of tags when I did this which makes me think there's a cutoff.
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It’s Sumire, an OC I made for PLA! She looks a lot like the canon Akari, but she’s a little bit different in the fact that she is from the era that the game takes place in and not a time traveler (I did this for reasons that will become clear when I post my Sinnoh kids) More info under the readmore!
She’s a sweet but quiet girl who keeps very scarce- she was the lone survivor of an incident involving her family and so quite a few people believe her to be cursed with disaster and keep her at an arm’s length. However, she’s more open to the idea of approaching and befriending Pokemon since it was a luxray that saved her from said incident.
The people of heroverse are typed just like Pokemon, and Sumire is no exception. She bears the water type, and not only does this make her better at navigating the water, but she is able to detect its presence-- almost like a dowsing rod. Because of this she was occasionally called upon by various residents to aid in finding water sources. It was on one of these missions that she came across a sky-fallen man and a mysterious object that she would later find out to be an Arc Phone, instructing her only with the message: Seek out All Pokemon, which eventually led to her joining the Survey Corps.
Her story plays out a very similarly to that of the game’s, with a few exceptions that I won’t get into here, at risk of writing a novel ^^;
Uhh some misc. facts about her!
-She has a baking hobby and in particular loves making Jubilife Muffins
-A naturally talented swimmer, she starts learning how to properly dive once she visits the Cobalt Coastlands
-She’s particularly close with Laventon and Cyllene-- the two are basically her parents haha
-She;;; kinda believes in the curse on her a bit, and is at times hesitant to befriend someone for fear that disaster will befall them
Finally, for her main team (in order they were caught):
Ichimaru (M) Hisuian Samurott
Momiji (F) Lopunny
Monta (M) Hisuian Arcanine
Suiren (F) Basculegion
Setsuna (F) Alolan Ninetales
Miko (F) Hisuian Zoroark
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Dream Log 1
I had something of a kin dream and it throws everything off.
Readmore for length and possibly disturbing dreamlike situations.
Basically I had wandered into a liminal space where I was separated from reality. Most people there were trying to get back to wherever they'd came from, and were understandably quite upset (I really wasn't, but that's just me). Anyway, there was some sort of multi-room I eventually made my way to with many tables and chairs clustered like a classroom or pseudo-cubicle group.
There was also a large monitor, and groups of 4 people were undergoing "quests" which were like multiverse Taka//shi's Castle stages. I participated in a few. It turns out you had a 3-life system, and depending on the challenge, you would lose a life by either dying in a conventional or video-gamey way.
I made it through several quests but eventually lost a life by falling off-screen into a gap between playforms in a timed scroller esque level. Luckily, I was Wanderer, so I was able to rescue myself. For a lot of people, the 3-death rule would take place consecutively because they ended up under positions with no recourse.
I stopped participating and started observing after that. After a particularly gruesome death through the screen to which everyone was shaken up, I stopped paying attention to the games altogether and started questioning nature of the space I was in.
I specifically mused over praying to a god for guidance. Ei was the first to come to mind, to which I said fuck not. I ended up praying to Lesser Lord Kusa//nali to ask for guidance, saying something along the lines of I was so close to understanding the nature of the space I was trapped in. I woke up almost immediately after, and was distraught because I wanted to save everyone else and now I couldn't. I must have still been partially asleep, because Nahida said to me clear as day, "Isn't this what you wanted?"
I... can't argue with that.
And here I am.
So.
I'll just have to wait and see if this means anything. It's very rare for me to have any dreams of first person POV as myself. I don't read any manga or etc with this kind of plot so idk where it came from. I'll stick this in my back pocket for now.
#miscellaneous musings#my sleep schedule is all messed up because of work so maybe it's not that deep#🌙😴💭 sweet dreams are made of these
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So!! I've been wanting to do this for a while, but life got in the way, so now I'm here to take that thing up again because!!! Fun!!!! This is about the relationships between OCs, and I don't want to impose anything but. Regarding how Novhen and Astala would get along:
What if they HAD grown up together? Maybe not in the same family (although, it would be fun 👀👀👀👀👀👀 they are very similar and very different from each other in different aspects. For example both are very loyal and community oriented, but also Astala is loud and boisterous while Novhen is quieter and more underhanded), but definitely the same Alienage. They'd know each others' quirks and habits. Maybe Novhen got frustrated with Astala because she'd always hide in these really obvious spots when playing hide and seek and Astala in turn would never be able to find Novhen? Maybe Novhen would at some point have stolen a plum tart for her and maybe Astala would've helped him against another kid who made fun of Novhen? Maybe, if we wanted them to meet up later during the Blight, Astala had to move away from Denerim at some point. I think she's a bit older than Novhen; maybe she got married elsewhere. Or, if not, now we gave more elves storming Vaughan's estate, which is alwats fun. I think Novhen would get to lead that one operation until Nelaros's death, because before that, stealth does seem to be the best option.
I think these two would get along well, differences aside. Astala would make an effort to lower her if needed, and having a familiar face to lean on during the Blight year would probably be a big comfort to them both. I think they'd be comfortable enough with each other to talk about the recruitment and how it didn't exactly happen willingly; they could gripe about nobles and politics; they could just. Sit in silence after Broken Circle and try and digest Sloth's nightmare. They could kill the slavers at the Alienage together!!! I think having a like-minded person from the same cultural background would help enormously.
One thing Astala probably wouldn't be on board with is the Cult of Fen'Harel. She'd let Novhen practice alright and defend him if accusations about this were levelled against him, but I think she would either have fallen out of it if she'd ever been introduced to it (it didn't save Adaia after all, so...), or never warmed up to the idea of this elvhen trickster god
These are my thoughts as far as they go. What do you think? Also I hadn't thought of it, but if you want to move this conversation to DMs, they're open ^^
(And if this doesn't tickle your fancy anymore, feel free to ignore ^^)
👀👀👀👀👀 I am eating this ask up like breakfast. Or, er, ramen. Which is the thing i am actually eating atm. But yes yes yes to all of this, i love it so much
Full response under the readmore for length, but i'm realizing now my response is mostly about them as kids 😅 Oops
[Ask Game]
The way i play with companion!Novhen, i'd assume he and Astala are probably either siblings or cousins (i waffle), except this time on their mothers' sides. I don't know Astala's exact age, but Novhen was born in *pulls out notes* Wintermarch of 9:7 Dragon. If we try to stagger them based on Adaia's death, that's probably close to a decade between them which seems a tad bit higher than it should be. We'll just have to dance around that matter
Even if Astala isn't significantly older, there's probably never a single moment where he's taller than her XD Add onto that that girls tend to hit puberty first, there's gonna be quite the height difference around age 10
But yes, their personalities go in very different directions but are probably pretty compatible, especially if given the benefit of a shared childhood! They're both very sociable, but i suspect most people like Astala more, especially authority figures. She's much less of a troublemaker, and Novhen definitely took a while to come into his own as a social mastermind. (This also would make her the ideal candidate for a distraction whenever Novhen’s a-scheming. That’s gonna do her a lot of favors when trying to get him to steal plum tarts for her XD These two are the real blight as far as anyone in the alienage is concerned XDD)
Oh, actually! If they knew each other, i can imagine pretty well him practicing with or studying Astala to get better at social situation! And clearly it worked! (A: "Ok now make an angry face... You just look like you can't find a chamberpot. You have to scrunch your eyebrows like this." *jams her thumb down his forhead*)
Astala seems to prefer her hair shorter during the Blight, but how was it as a child? Because if it were in some sort of puff, i can imagine her child-level object permanence resulting in her hiding in an empty barrel with the puff still peeking over the top! (Artist's Rendition Below)
I don’t think he’d be too frustrated with her poor stealth outside of team games at least! (If they’re partnered is another story…) He does sometimes tease her that she’s not going to be a very good criminal when she gets bigger. Idk, how would she respond to that? Because how does she feels about the fact that she's not going to follow in her mother's footsteps (or how aware of that she'd be as a child) or maybe she would retort about how she’s already bigger or something else? Definitely a lot of ways to take that one lol
But also the idea of Novhen as alienage king of hide and seek is kinda cute. He's usually the last one left (all that damn thief training), so it’s not unheard of to see a parade of Astala, Shianni, Soris, and whoever else they've wrapped into their game (which with Astala could be quite a number) turning the alienage upsidedown to find him. There's probably at least one time he gets found in the first minute, and he thinks he's going to die of embarrassment. Because of that, they almost never let him be a hider in the first round. Sometimes when he’s hiding, they'll accidentally pick up seekers who weren't even playing along the way because they want to see him knocked down a peg XD That's what happens when you win too much!
Astala probably has him beat at wrestling tho! And the game where i imagine they’re most evenly matched would be arm wrestling. As an archer, Novhen has insane upper body and especially shoulder strength, but Astala has insane everywhere strength
On the less competitive side, imagine them as dance partners as little kids ☺️ Astala’s probably the more enthusiastic one about it, but i’d imagine she could drag him into it Easy whether through blackmail or Ole Reliable (puppy dog eyes). There have to be lots of events in the alienage that call for dancing, so it’s good to have a go-to dance partner! And if they ever get a Silly Urge while dancing, the one thing that i’ve found little kids most reliable to do is spin so fast they nearly make themselves sick, and when there’s two of them spinning each other, there’s no stopping them until the centrifugal force throws them both to the ground. At least they’re having fun lol
The Cult of Fen'Harel thing makes sense. I wouldn't expect Astala to be into that. I imagine in this case that Cyrion and Adaia agreed to expose the children to both sets of beliefs, so they could choose once they got older
It's a good thing Novhen's good at keeping matters hush because otherwise Astala would likely get stuck constantly mediating between Novhen and Ilanlas on matters of religion 🤭
Tbh Novhen would slightly begrudge her for choosing the Chantry, but i don't think he'd ever let her know if he could help it. It's just not worth it, and you can't talk about that without talking about Adaia's death which nobody is excited to talk about. Still, it's a potential source of drama, esp as the politics of DA:D are winding up
Back in the present day, if the endgame configuration is one where they live in the same location (which i think could only be the case if they were both companions), Novhen would offer her once for him to educate her child/ren in the way of the Cult of Fen'Harel and/or the Vir Banal'ras fighting style, probably get denied at least on the first one, and never bring it back up. He knows she's Andrastian and also wouldn't expect her to teach them that fighting style herself (too rogue-based), but if he had permission, he'd want to at least try to expose them to their family's traditions, so they could make a choice themselves like Novhen and Astala did
And honestly, if he's present for the origin, once Nelaros dies, Novhen would more than happily hand leadership of the mission over to Astala. Stealth only goes so far, and she has first dibs on revenge #SupportWomen
And with Unrest in the Alienage! As soon as Caladrius is dead, Novhen is scampering over his corpse to pick the lock on Cyrion's cage. Doesn't even wait for someone else to pilfer the key. Astala is free to react to that little scene however she wishes, and we get the whole Tabris family reunion after
Whoever’s Warden, i imagine those two leaning on each other a lot for emotional support during the Blight because not only are they the only alienage elves in the party, they’re family (or at the least childhood friends). Once we personalize the Broken Circle dreams, they get upsetting fast. If either of them get sent into that mission (or Maker forbid both of them), they’re definitely going to need to share a blanket by the fire for a minute
EDIT: the paragraph looks like it's been eaten but also! Novhen would be very cautious about Astala's Zevran romance at first. ("Yes, Stala, he's very dreamy, but let's not forget he's only here because he was hired to kill you.") We know he's very protective, and they're both so eldest sibling-coded
#askbox#heniareth#novhen tabris#astala tabris#au: companion novhen#< for archival purposes#also i think i remember you also speak german?#bc every time i look at the drawing my brain can’t decide if he’s even playing or just saying hello lol#so good at hide and seek he wins even when he’s not playing no wonder they’re trying to nerf him
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This is written for @blank-vessel about their muse L and his life being taken and warped by the church of unitology and a dark eldritch god. The song is 'Jeasus he loves me' by Ghost. Putting under a readmore due to the length that it may turn out to be.
The saint had been found and the church gave a grand celebration. For weeks they threw parades and parties to show their faith and to try and draw in more people into their faith. For the longest time they kept his identity a secret to drum up more hype. Glimpses were leaked and rumors went wild. People were whipping themselves up into a frenzy just trying to see the man who would bring their god to them. It all culminated in the day that he was to be finally revealed to the masses.
You see the face on the TV screen?
Coming at you every Sunday
You see the face on the billboard?
That man is me
The saint had to have certain characteristics to prove that he was the chosen one. His hair was to be white and flowing like the last breath upon a grave. He had to bleed blacker than the void and cause miracles with it. And then his eyes. They had to hold the sorrows of the world within them to show the humility of humanity and give hope to the world that they could be forgiven. It had taken years but they'd finally found him. After purchasing him from his parents he was sent straight into training.
The saint was schooled on how to behave in public. How to hold himself, how to dress, how to listen to his flock and give the proper prayers of absolution. Countless amounts of credits were spent to make his body perfect in every way. Any genetic deformities and diseases were wiped away thanks to an unlimited bank account and doctors who worked for money not ethics. As the day approached for the reveal he was told how to present himself and what the rules were to keep him in line.
You must dress proper to your station so as to not be mistaken for the common folk.
You must always keep the weight of sorrow upon your shoulders and in your eyes. Show the people that you carry their sins to save them.
Listen to their stories and prayers. Offer them peace and direct them to the church for absolution.
Denounce the nonhumans as abhorrations of our god. Only those pure of blood will be allowed to commune with our god and ascend to eternity.
Any donations are to be given to the church to help expand its reach.
The saint does not lower himself to the lusts of the flesh. He is to remain pure so his flesh can change to the will of our gods not the will of man.
On the cover of the magazine
There's no question why I'm smiling
Buy a piece of paradise
And you buy a piece of me
The day arrived to reveal the saint and everyone waited with baited breath. Expecting a godly form to emerge there was confusion when the saint emerged wearing black jeans, a black hoodie with a skull on it and heelies. The crowd would whisper and mutter in shock as he began grabbing random people and taking selfies. The smile he wore seemed almost maniacal. He carried himself as if he were weightless and moved through the crowd with no rhyme or reason. He ignored the wealthy and just seemed to have his own agenda.
I'll get you everything you wanted
I'll get you everything you need
You don't need to believe in hereafter
Just believe in me
"Oh that's fucked man." He listened to their stories and prayers as if forced. Making faces he just kept cracking open cans of monster and chugging them as if he didn't wish to speak to his flock. More often than not he'd walk away mid sentence and just start checking things out. He made fun of paintings in the church and had several removed as he claimed they didn't meet the will of their god. Yet no matter how much they asked he refused to show proof of his connection.
It all came to a head during one of the ceremonies when someone demanded that he give them some sign that he was the chosen and not some amalgamation of their version of the antichrist. The saint wasn't given a choice as he was brought to the marker and forced to touch it. As it lit up he began to choke and scream before he went silent. As they all prayed and began prostrating themselves they didn't notice how he began to change. They were all blind to how the world just seemed to get a little bit darker.
His hand seemed glued to the marker as his fingertips became black and his nails were pushed out to be replaced with claws. His mouth bled black ichor as human teeth were replaced with sharpened ones made for tearing flesh. His ears seemed to stretch out into points resembling an elfs. A sickening crack came from his back as a long bone like tail grew out and its bladed tip gleamed in the red light. Eyes once green flecked with brown turned black and red with a slitted pupil. His blood began rotting his clothes off as the doors all slammed closed and locked.
'Cause Jesus, he knows me
And he knows I'm right
I've been talking to Jesus all my life
Oh yes, he knows me
And he knows I'm right
And he's been telling me everything is alright
They began to whisper in awe seeing their saint change and begin floating above them. Blissful whispers turned to gasps of fear as his lips split apart to reveal his true grin and caused blood to flow freely down his chin. A seam appeared along his collarbone that moved down to his hips. As it spread open to reveal a mouth the screaming began.
Some started to tear themselves apart in a frenzy as others tried to escape. All those blessed by the blood became animals and the dead began rising. Bodies twisted and malformed they became beasts made to tear apart and kill all the living bodies around them. As the saint floated there seeming to feed upon their suffering their prayer and begging voices were mostly ignored.
A few wishing to escape all this were pulled in and consumed slowly. Those still alive watched in horror as their so called brothers and sisters slowly disappeared into the maw of their saint with sickening crunches and waves of blood. By the end the entire temple was turned into a graveyard patrolled by the dead whose entire purpose was to harvest suffering and flesh for their god.
I believe in the family
With my ever-loving wife beside me
She doesn't know about my girlfriend
Or the man I met last night
The slaughter wasn't on the front pages of the tabloids for long as the scandals started. Pictures of the saint started to appear showing him in bed or dating nonhumans. There was speculation that he was dating several people at once from how often he'd be caught sneaking out of their homes. It was hard to keep up with where he was coming or going from and it led to a bit of an outrage. People began standing up and demanding answers. Their saint was supposed to be the perfect vessel for their god. With his body twisted and formed into something nonhuman it led to a break in the church.
Do you believe in God?
'Cause that is what I'm selling
And if you wanna go to heaven
Well, I'll see you right
He began to do commercials and propaganda for the church after awhile. It was assumed that all proceeds would go to the church and to memorialize those who died during the awakening ceremony. A new main temple needed to be built as the last had become a graveyard and contaminated. Yet after each show or gig he did the money would disappear and nonhuman charity's would suddenly gain large anonymous donations overnight. It led to many higher ups in the church to call to have their saint collared and retrained.
You don't even have to leave your house
Or get out of your chair
You don't even have to touch that dial
'Cause I'm everywhere
His face graced the covers of magazines and posters. From pamphlets to promotional ads to brand advertising he would be seen everywhere. It was hard to go five feet without seeing the saint doing some sort of act. One one magazine he was interviewed for his thoughts on church politics. On another he was interviewed on what he imagined his perfect partner would be. From religious propaganda to sexual deviancy inserts he had a stranglehold on the plant. Despite his appearance and lack of holy divine glow people still wanted to know about him, see him, own him and to become him.
'Cause Jesus, he knows me
And he knows I'm right
I've been talking to Jesus all my life
Oh yes, he knows me
And he knows I'm right
And he's been telling me everything is alright
He disappeared suddenly out of the public eye. Rumors went wild from sudden inhuman love children to being captured by a cult and held hostage. Rewards were posted around to try and garner clues as to where he'd gone. The police and military bounty hunters scoured the cities trying to find any clue as to where he'd gone. They uncovered some old papers about the church's methods on creating the saint and the news went wild. Stories began being pumped out about the saint being a lab created being and not truely chosen by their god. People were debaing if lab grown beings could be considered people. The topic raged on for months as the hype never seemed to die down.
Won't find me practicing what I'm preaching
Won't find me making no sacrifice
But I can get you a pocketful of miracles
If you promise to be good, try to be nice
God will take good care of you
Just do as I say, not as I do
They never seemed to check the forests as who would be stupid enough to risk disappearing into their depths. If they had they would have found him rooming up with the last of the Nova's. They'd taken him in despite who he was but treated him like a normal person. Instead of asking for prayers and to be blessed they asked him to pull his weight. Where he once might be baptizing babies he was now harvesting vegetables and joining in on hunts to gather meat. Where he'd be getting interviewed and slapped onto any surface that sells he was asked to pick up after himself and keep it in his pants.
After several months he seemed to be really close to the endling of the Nova's and clung to her side. She warned him that if they were ever caught she'd be forced to be either sacrificed or taken by the church as another way to control him. But he didn't seem to care. And after awhile she didn't either. They had each other.
I'm counting my blessings
And I've found true happiness
'Cause I'm getting richer, day by day
You can find me in the phone book
Just call my toll free number
You can do it any way you want
Just do it right away
Their hapiness lasted two years before it caught up to them. During one of their dates they'd strayed too close to a campsite and he'd been recgonized. The humans had gone back to the city and informed the church who sent bounty hunters after him. They both fought tooth and nail to keep the life they'd made together. The humans had taken enough from the both of them and it just wasn't fair. It seemed like they'd actually pull it off until one of the hunters pulled out a marker and stabbed him with it. His eyes seemed to grow dark and he'd yelled at her to run. As he watched her run off the consequences of their actions came to fruition.
There will be no doubt in your mind
You'll believe in everything I'm saying
If you wanna get closer to him
Get on your knees and start praying
He didn't seem to fight them after that and had just become eerily silent. It was far too easy to bring him back to the city and into the hands of the church. They wasted no time cleaning him up to once again have their golden child, their saint, to control the masses. As they cut his hair and trimmed his claws he didn't react. They stripped away years of freedom and love from his flesh. It wasn't until someone complained about the glittering dust caked around his heart that he moved for the first time.
Crushing their jaw he stared deep into their eyes and kept his face emotionless. Voice hollow he demanded that they shut up and stop trying to erase her. Shoving the human hard they went flying and hit the wall with a sickening crunch. Taking a deep breath he moved back into his original position and let the others resume what they'd been doing. After months of reconditioning and an attempt at breaking his will he seemed ready to be reunited with the public.
Once again there were parades and parties. A large stage was erected in the center of the town for a great event where he'd be speaking. Dressed in the proper robes he was marched out and the public worshiped him just as they had before. If anything his absence had created an even more powerful cult that had strangled the city in it's grasp. As he stood before the crowd they'd see him smile.
'Cause Jesus, he knows me
And he knows I'm right
I've been talking to Jesus all my life
Oh yes, he knows me
And he knows I'm right
And he's been telling me everything is alright
As the leader of the church addressed the crowd in an epic speech he ended by telling them all that they could now see their saint at any time and that he was a perfect vessel for their god. As they all clapped the saint's smile just continued to grow. Flesh began to split and blood rushed down his chin. Robes once pristine now began to blacken and rot away.
In one quick movement he grabbed the leader by the head and was upon him. People watched in horror as the eyes were sucked from his head. They seemed frozen as he turned the man to face the masses and shoved a hand into his back. The cameras would pick up seeing a mass rise up through his body until it reached his head and he began to choke on his own blood. Using him like a puppet the saint made him speak using his own voice.
"And now the time has come to worship our god made whole. Rip off your flesh and embrace the agony!"
With a laugh the saint pulled his hand free and stood before them all nearly naked. The seam had returned and it burst open in a spray of black blood that covered the first few rows of people. As they began to change and rip each other apart chaos erupted. Those not tainted or blind by devotion attempted to run but didn't get far. Shadows erupted from every corner and began to drag people down into them as they screamed. Bodies were broken and melted into a paste that was sucked into the earth. The dead began rising in twisted broken forms.
Everyone watching the broadcast would be attacked in their homes and none were spared. As the sun began to set entire suburbs remained dark and lifeless. The saint just floated above them all feeding on the suffering and chaos. He devoured tjwir their bodies and began ripping apart the very city around him. Buildings rotted and flowed into his gaping maw until the entire city was gone. The earth in his wake was black and diseased. It rotted and spread like a fungus as if to begin to consume the entire world.
They had their saint.
'Cause Jesus he knows me
Jesus, he knows me
Jesus, he knows me
Jesus, he knows me
Jesus, he knows me
Jesus, he knows me
Jesus, he knows me
When all that remained was darkness he seemed as cold as the void around him. Staring into eternity his gaze was drawn to a small blue speck in the distance. Body closing up and returning to normal he seemed to fly to her. Frozen in the depths of the void his Nova lay crystallized and glowing. Soft blue light seemed only to illuminate the immediate area around her. As he seemed afraid to reach out she moved. Eyes opening up she gazed upon him and that love he'd thought gone shone back at him. As her light finally reached him she smiled.
#stories for friends#dead space#song fic#tw dark topics#tw abuse#tw gore#tw death#tw blood#tw eye trauma
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Welcome back, my lovelies~! We’ve got another story on our hands, and I’m glad to share it with you all. Joining us today is a certain android deity: Ortho! Say hi, Ortho!
[Greetings, everyone! Fauna Taleweaver was so kind to invite me to share a few stories with you all.]
“Eh? Hey, are you really a god? You’re more…metal-y than any of the ones I’ve seen so far.”
[Oh? Why, yes, I am a god. According to my historical records, there have been several deities in the ancient times that wore grant metal armor to war and even in peace. What’s so unusual about the fact that I am made of metal? Even Deuce Spade wears his armor with pride.]
I guess every deity is unique in their own way.
“Hrm…so what’s this story you’re gonna tell us, huh?”
[It’s one of my favorite memories with my big brother and younger sibling.]
Huh?! Wait, Ortho…what do you mean ‘younger sibling’? I thought Idia was your only brother?
[Well, you see Fauna Taleweaver, that was the case…for a long while anyway. But centuries ago, that changed. In fact, I’ve gotten big brother’s permission to share his side of the story!]
“Really? That recluse???”
[Believe it or not, my big brother was the one who put everything into motion, and…he even made me see my duties in a new light and change the way I rehabilitate broken souls! You see��]
WARNING: Implied character death but nothing descriptive; tagged just in case. I wasn't sure what else to tag it under, but please let me know if I need to add another tag and I will do so as soon as I can! Story under a readmore for length, but mostly focusing on the wholesome character growth!
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“Greetings, number 5294831! Your colors are looking brighter by approximately fifteen percent–an improvement compared to last week’s scans. Oh? Number 1574, you’re looking rather dim according to my current data. My brother upgraded my systems and functions just this morning, so let’s see what options are available to assist you.”
Idia watched in silence as Ortho worked, observing the younger deity floating about Limbo as he checked on his wards. Everything seemed to be going according to design–not that he doubted his skills of course. And yet, he couldn’t help but gaze at the vast cavern, a soft frown on his face. ‘There are far more souls here than normal,’ he thought.
Everywhere he looked there were souls, each one in a deplorable condition. Most had arrived in varying shades of gray, some barely clinging to a hint of the once vibrant colors they were meant to have. Some he could see even from afar the cracks in their core, looking like fragile glass ready to shatter at the slightest touch. Others…they were so far faded that he almost missed one that floated by in front of his face.
Lost…fragile…broken…these were the souls that Ortho focused on the most, working around the clock to restore the bright hues they once held. It seemed a Herculean task, for every soul he saved, two arrived in danger of fading away forever. Even though this part of the job wasn’t in his lane, Idia could see how distressed his little brother was to see these souls vanish, too weak to survive…
What in Seven’s name was even going on in the mortal realm that so many souls come to them practically taped and glued together?
Sighing, Idia uttered, “What a drag…being a mortal should be easy mode compared to the nightmare god mode we deities have, even when they’re not fighting lame wars. At least it should be way easier than getting an uber deluxe limited edition Hizu Matsune figure…”
[:...Hi…zu…?:]
“Eep!?” he squeaked, staring at the tiny humanoid shape hiding in the nook near the entrance. “D-Don’t do that!”
The tiny body quickly retreated, huddling into a nook in the stone wall with a whimper. It was then that he realized it was a mortal soul–or rather, a child’s mortal soul. What were they even doing here?! There’s only ever been adult or elderly souls here in Limbo…maybe there has been an uptick in teenagers and young adult souls, but…children??? That shouldn’t happen…
[:...s…orr…y…don…hurt me,:] the little soul whispered quietly, their transparent ‘body’ flickering like a flashlight’s failing battery. [:P…lease…:]
Realizing that they were scared of him, he hesitantly knelt down and–in as calm a voice as he could muster–he spoke softly and said, “I-It’s okay…I’m not going to hurt you. You don’t have to be scared…” Oh Sevens, he wasn’t good with children–well, people in general anyway, but still! Taking a breath, he asked, “How uh…how did you get here? Shouldn’t you be over in the fields of Purga…tory…”
As soon as the words left his mouth it finally sank in the condition of the soul itself: dark cracks creating a spider web effect across its surface, black-violet ooze staining the inner core, and the color…the original color of the soul had all but completely faded from existence. It was impossible to tell what color it originally was, just like the other broken souls.
[:I…don’t…remember,:] the soul said, its voice distorted as they covered their head in their hands. [:It’s dark…and scary…mama…papa…where are you? You…you promised…you would come get me before…:]
“Before…what?” Idia asked, voice quiet.
[:...the monsters…:]
He felt a chill go down his spine at this, though he couldn’t quite place why as he asked, “What monsters?”
[:Monster…the monsters…! They’re coming! The monsters are coming!! AAAAAA-!!!:]
The soul–though it had no lungs–unleashed a haunting wail so shrill that Idia’s blood ran cold and his ears began ringing, forcing him to cover them. Before he could even think of calling for help, a blur of black and blue appeared next to him and a gentle lullaby began to play from the speakers built into his frame. Idia could hear Ortho’s muffled voice as he said, “Please settle down, number 429754. Your core is in critical condition and cannot take much more stress. Please don’t worry–there are no monsters here. You’re safe now.”
Whether it was the music or his words, the ghostly wails died down to quiet whimpers, the corporeal form curled into a tight ball before fading away and leaving behind a faintly glowing glass orb. As Ortho picked up the core and held it close, Idia saw the black-violet ooze spread further and recognized the all too familiar material.
Blot…
“...how did this happen?” Idia asked.
Ortho seemed to hesitate, looking unsure of what to say before looking down. “I found this one in the remains of a small town,” he finally said. “It was overrun by a pack of Soulless Ones. Deuce Spade and Rook Hunt managed to stop them from escaping to the next mortal settlement, but…there were only five survivors out of a roster of three hundred mortals.”
Soulless Ones…mortals whose souls were corrupted by blot, leaving behind a hollow shell of their mortal bodies to become twisted and mangled amalgamations of corruption. These abominations become little more than zombies, seeking out uncorrupted mortals in search of their own lost soul until nothing is left. He’d heard from Azul how the other deities were struggling to contain the spread, but…he never imagined it could ever get this bad.
“How did you manage to save this soul?” he asked. “I thought mortals attacked by those things had an instant-KO?”
“According to my scans of the mortal shell, they possessed DNA from a deity relative–inconclusive if parent or a distant. By my calculations, this was the only thing that kept their soul safe long enough for me to slow the spread of blot. Now, however…their core is unstable.” Though his eyes closed in a smile, Idia could see that it didn’t quite reach the same way it normally would. “Once I take them to the Stardust River for their first cleansing, we may begin tailoring a proper recovery plan to mend the cracks and heal their light.”
“Eh? You haven’t taken them to the river yet?”
“No. My simulation program indicates that a full submersion in its current state would cause unnecessary stress on the soul, accelerating the spread of blot. I’ve been applying drops from the vial that Lilia Vanrouge gifted me to help with mending some of the cracks. Once the soul is sufficiently calm, I will take them to the Stardust River.”
He felt a pang of guilt that refused to leave him be, taking his focus away even from his gaming match later that night. As the God of Death, Idia rarely interfered with the lives of mortals, let alone interacted with them. Yet seeing his younger brother struggle to understand how to soothe such a young soul traumatized by creatures that were never meant to exist…
Then, he remembered the sadness in Ortho’s eyes, the sheer worry in his voice as he gently tended to the fragile soul. With a deep breath, he released it in a nervous sigh and uttered, “Why am I doing this to myself…?” before pulling out his phone and dialing a number.
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“Good morning, number 429754! How are you to…huh? Big brother? What are you doing here?”
Turning to face the small android, Idia crunched down on the snack he’d been munching on and said, “Watching Hizu Matsune music videos before we watch the series Shimmer Heart Sugar Stars. There’s a new season that just released today, and we already finished the first two seasons last night.”
“Huh?” Ortho uttered in confusion, shaking his head in disbelief. “But…you’re never here in Limbo unless I am, and you’ve rarely shown any interest in interacting with mortal souls for very long.”
Idia shrugged and said, “After what happened yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. So…I figured I’d try something different.”
Looking in the direction that he pointed, he gasped in amazement and said, “You managed to get them back into their corporeal form! How did you-??”
“Well…you said you couldn’t start the recovery plan until they were calm enough to take a dip in the river, right? After everything they’ve been through…I reached out to Lilia for a few cheat codes.”
“Cheat codes?”
“Yeah. Compared to us, he’s boss level in terms of kids and childcare, so he’d know a few strategies to calm one down, right? He said to find something that interests them, so…” With a wide, toothy grin, he gestured to the screen displaying bright and colorful characters singing and dancing together as he said, “After remembering how they reacted when I mentioned Hizu Matsune, I came up with the ultimate gaming strategy! Using top notch music videos and anime shows with the perfect amount of cheerful and sappy cuteness, it’s the perfect plan to calm them and catch up on my backlog, sending them on the path to a visit in the Stardust River! Pretty clever if I do say so myself. Sound good, Shims?”
“Huh? Shims??”
The soul looked up at him, a flash of pink-red light flaring within as they smiled and nodded. [:Can we…watch more, please?:] they asked, pointing to the screen.
“Sure, Shims.” Tapping away at his keyboard, the screen changed to an opening theme song with a peppy beat, the soul swaying and bouncing happily to the music. “We should be done with this season within a few hours if we don’t take breaks.”
Ortho, despite having a mask covering his mouth, looked gobsmacked as he stared at the two. A moment later he shook his head, activating his scanners and examining them closely. “Oh! Readings indicate that the soul’s color’s are showing a twenty percent increase! They’re still faint, but by comparison to the five percent it was yesterday it is still an improvement.” Looking up at Idia, he said, “At this rate…we should be able to take number 429754 to the Stardust River in less than a month! You’re a genius, big brother!”
[:Shims…:]
“Huh?”
[:Shims…my name is Shims,:] the soul said, pointing at the screen again. [:Shimmer…makes me happy. Call me Shims…please?:]
“Oh…of course, Shims!” Giggling, Ortho said, “Perhaps we can find more fun things to help with your recovery plan. And perhaps I can incorporate this method to ensure the recovery of the other souls! May I join?”
“Sure,” Idia said as he and Shims moved over so he could have a seat. “Should we start from the opening again?”
“Yes!”/[:Yes!:]
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Every day afterwards Idia made time to enter Limbo with Ortho with a new series in hand, finding that Shims enjoyed listening to him ramble for hours on end about his favorite shows and games and manga. With each storyline he told and the characters that brought the story to life, he could see the enchantment on their transparent face grow and the color blossoming brighter. There were times he was forced to ease back when the core reacted to the blot, which had slowed its spread yet still remained present. Ortho kept reassuring him that they were making good progress and that the stardust drops were helping, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious each time he saw the pain on their face.
Finally–after what seemed like an eternity–Ortho deemed them ready for the journey. Only…
“It’s okay, Shims. We need to make our way to the Stardust River if we are to begin your recovery program.”
[:No! Don’t want to leave!:]
“But don’t you want to feel better?”
[:Noooo…the monsters are out there! Please don’t leave me!:]
Ortho sighed as he moved back, hovering near the crevice that Shims had hidden themselves in. “What am I going to do with you?” he wondered aloud. “This has never happened before. What protocol should I follow…?”
Idia watched as Ortho pondered over what to do, frowning in concern. Sure, Shims had gotten better at speaking and had come out of their shell more, but now it seemed like they had reverted to their terrified self again. By now the blot had spread farther than it had in the beginning, consuming more than half of their core and ooze starting to seep out. What were they going to do? Even if their soul was part deity, it could only preserve their core for so long before it was consumed…
“Big brother, what are we going to do?” Ortho asked, snapping him out of his thoughts as he noticed how bothered his younger brother was at this situation. “We can’t leave them here for much longer, and we’re running out of time.”
“I…don’t know,” he uttered, looking back at his phone at the messages he’d gotten. “Lilia mentioned that some kids could be stubborn, but he never said what to do in this case. I don’t have a cheat code for this and they don’t want to watch or play anything…”
“...you were able to connect with them, big brother.”
“Eh?”
“You were the one who managed to help heal Shims’ soul core so we could even make it to this point.” Gesturing to the hiding soul, Ortho said, “They might listen to you if you speak to them.”
He swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling a surge of anxiety in his chest. It was one thing to chat with them about different characters and storylines, but to try and talk to them about normie stuff?! That was hard enough the first time around! How was he supposed to do this?! He didn’t have time to prepare a strategy or-
[:...big brother…:]
He froze, staring at the soul as they stared up at him. “What…did you call me?” he mumbled.
[:Big brother…:] Shims repeated, looking ready to cry despite not having the capability to do so. [:I don’t want to go…I don’t…want to be alone again…:]
“...you…won’t be alone, Shims.” Crouching down so he was sitting back on his heels, Idia watched them for a moment before he said, “I know you’re scared, but…there’s a whole world of fun things and friends to find back in the mortal realm. Don’t you want to go and see it all again? Discover something new?”
[:But…the monsters…:] Shims’ colors began to dim again, curling into an even tighter ball than he’d seen before. [:The monsters are still out there…what if they find me again?:]
He didn’t know how to respond. ‘I always thought mortals had a permanent easy mode compared to the nightmare levels,’ he thought to himself. Looking up at the souls floating around them, something finally clicked in his mind. “...they might be there, Shims. But…if you keep hiding away, worrying about what kind of crazy scary mobs are out there…you’ll miss out on the chance to build the life you want to live.”
[:Huh…?:]
“I understand now…it doesn’t matter whether you think someone is playing on safe or easy mode–your idea of an easy playthrough may be someone else’s nightmare difficulty. And that’s okay.” Thinking back on the games he introduced to them, he said, “The point of every game is that–no matter how many times you get knocked down–you get up and try again no matter how many times it takes to reach the final boss. The journey would be long and difficult, but you’ll always find companions to help you through each level until you can beat the game and move on to the next campaign. Life may be tough, but–” glancing up at Ortho–who gave him a smile–he said, “with the right NPCs by your side, even the scariest monsters can be defeated.”
Was it his imagination, or had some of the other fragile souls drifted closer…?
[:...I…I’m scared,:] Shims said softly. [:What if…what if I can’t get back up?:]
“Then…Ortho will be there to pick you up.” Holding his hand out to them, he said, “And then when we meet again, we can play games and trade stories–just like we have been doing.” With a genuine smile, he said, “No matter how much of a normie you become, I want to hear how your campaign goes…okay?”
Shims looked from his hand to his face, slowly reaching out to rest their hand into his palm and allowing him to pull them out of their hiding place. Then, in a quiet voice, they asked, [:Will you…come with me, big brother?:]
A warm feeling spread in his chest, and he nodded as he said, “Sure…if you’re okay with having two brothers now.”
The smile on their face grew so wide he couldn’t help but grin back, Ortho happily moving over to hold their free hand in his. “Let’s go,” Ortho said. “The Stardust River awaits!”
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[...and after the blot was cleansed from their core, we were able to restore their light to the point they could safely be reborn. Due to the nature of their heritage though, not all of their memories were cleared to allow a clean slate.]
Oh no! Were…were they okay?
[Of course, Fauna Taleweaver! In fact, they were able to live very well in several life cycles before choosing to stay with us as a new minor deity. By my calculations, they should find their calling within the next few centuries–I can’t wait!]
“Fynaaah…Faun, are you tryin’ to make me cry with all these stories?!”
Awww, you really are just a softie on the inside, huh, Grim~?
“I’m not soft! S-Stop laughing at your future god!!”
Heehee…anyway, thanks for sharing that story with us, Ortho. Oh, and thank Idia for us too!
[Absolutely! If any of your followers have any further questions about souls or the Underworld, I am happy to oblige!]
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland deity au#twst deity au#idia shroud#ortho shroud#twisted wonderland grim#twst grim#tw // death
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🤩😍🙀LETS FUCKIN GOOO??? 😭😭jules like totes helped me figure out how 2 even make one of these things 🥴️🥴️🥴️ so im supes excited!!! 😜😍🥰️
honey b is HERE bayBEEEEE 😘💕
((RULES AND OOC UNDER THE READMORE, IF YOU THINK YOU HAVE ALREADY READ THEM, READ THEM AGAIN))
((another blog by me, bunny, the person who came out of nowhere swinging SEMI-LUKEWARM
honey will randomly blip out of existence with my motivation and energy levels! This does NOT mean that she wouldn't be communicating with your OCs during this time. I know it sucks to pilot an npc but please don't just assume honey is ignoring your oc, i seriously do not have the spoons to be as actively extroverted as her. i am an introvert.
theres going to be So much eyestrain on this blog, like to the point that almost every post would have an eyestrain tag, so please keep that in mind! i WILL tag flashing gifs, since i also have issues with flashing images, but if i dont clock something that you need tagged as flashing please Politely let me know, dont be a cunt id be happy to do it
gifs are tagged "gif" queue tag is "supes cute" food stuff is "yummy stuff" nails are "perfectly painted" art tag is "artsy shit" selfie tag is "super cute selfie" makeup is "looks that kill" clothes are under "wardrobe" silly shirts are under "shirts for jules"
my name is bunny, im 25+, i am not a social person and do not have the energy to talk to a lot of people at once, so either have patience or don't bother
i have several other blogs im not active on, but im occasionally on null
do not send me IMs in character, i will accept them as ooc if you don't have my discord, otherwise dont, likewise, please assume my IMs are not ic
do not leave Replies on my posts, i have stated this multiple times, i don't notice them in the deluge of activity notifications i receive, if you want to have a conversation on a post i have made reblog the post
youre free to ask for my discord but i dont guarantee that ill talk to you regularly, i am not a talkative person
im not fairly picky with who i follow and will block freely and without hesitation. im here to curate my ideal experience, not save the feelings of a stranger.
while i understand that ic=/=ooc if your character is transphobic or racist in any way please dont interact, actually
honey wouldn’t want to talk to you anyway
this page does not accept magic anons
please do not godmod to try and fix honeys issues, i dont want that, genuinely
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honey b azrael was born august 6th, 1998
she’s bi-racial korean, born in texas
she is 4'8" (her boots typically put her at at least 5’), approx 240 lbs
honey was embraced on january 23rd of 2021
honey's status as a human is well-maintained and has not revealed publicly that she is a vampire
honey is a thinblood with the following: lifelike, vampiric resilience, discipline affinity, day drinker, long bond, prey exclusion: children, vitae dependency, baby teeth
Strength: 3/5 Dexterity: 2/5 Stamina: 3/5 Charisma: 4/5 Manipulation: 2/5 Composure: 3/5 Intelligence: 2/5 Wits: 2/5 Resolve: 1/5
Humanity: 9/10
honey is a party girl and there will be mentions of drug/alcohol use and i will tag them as “drug mention” or “alcohol mention” if mentioned
nsfw content will be tagged as “nsfw //”
honey is pansexual and romantically committed to cherry, juan and romantically interested in alessio, and in general sexually available
honey is NOT doing okay, no matter what she tells you, any and all trauma she has endured will not be talked about at length unless there are warnings put in place in the tags, always assume dead dove do not eat policy
honeys best friend circle consists of dolls, sam and jules
she loves making friends and talking to people, though, so feel free to shoot her a message! she WILL talk to you
if your character is rude or just generally mean for no real reason (there are funny exceptions to this rule) honey will not want to speak with you and will probably unfollow you
ooc follows are fine, if i dont interact with your character much ill probably end up unfollowing, though
will add more if i can think of anything
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How to Create Image Descriptions
So I’ve been creating image descriptions on tumblr for about a month, and I wanted to share some helpful guides I’ve found on how to create them as well as my own tips that I’ve picked up. Video descriptions and transcripts are also necessary, but since I mostly focus on image descriptions that’s what this guide is about. This might get a bit long, so fair warning.
What are image descriptions?
Image descriptions are a textual depiction of what is going on in an image, as shown with the image below.
[Image ID: A picture of a person with short black hair working on a computer. They are sitting at a wooden table with a large blue pot of pink flowers in front of a grey brick wall. A guitar is propped up against the wall in the background, and there is a string of lights near the ceiling. /.End ID]
Why create image descriptions?
The primary reason for creating image descriptions is to allow people who are blind/have limited vision to experience visual content. Many people who are blind/have low vision use screenreaders, which read text out loud when it is clicked or hovered over with a mouse. A large amount of online content, such as pictures, graphics, or drawings, is visual and so possibly cannot be experienced by someone with vision problems. As a general rule of thumb, anything that can be dragged or dropped most probably requires a description. In addition, if someone has partial vision and attempts to zoom in on an image, sometimes it can become pixelated and impossible to understand.
Some neurodivergent people might need a description to understand the tone of an image, such as the meaning of facial expressions of a person to understand what emotion the artist is trying to depict
Some people might not have high speed internet or have low computer memory, meaning that they turn off images in order to save space. This means that they as well might require descriptions of visual content
Are image descriptions the same as alt text?
no, alt text and image descriptions serve the same purpose, but they are different in how they are presented. Alt text, short for alternative text, is included in the html of an image and can be read by a screen reader. However, there are many reasons why many prefer image descriptions over alt text.
There is a limit of 200 words in alt text on tumblr specifically (and not in other contexts, which makes this information only applicable here), which means that detailed images or graphics are unable to be described fully without possibly cutting out important information.
People who require descriptions, but who do not use a screenreader, must right-click and search through the html of an image in order to find alt text, but with an image description they are saved that work.
Who should create image descriptions?
Everyone who is able to should create image descriptions. A content creator is best able to communicate the message of their work through text, as they are the one who created it and thus understand its message the best. While of course it takes practice when starting out, over time image descriptions become second nature when posting visual content. Always check the notes of a tumblr post for an ID rather than reblogging without one.
What should be included in image descriptions?
There is no simple answer to this question, there are a variety of resources and guides on how to create one, and you should not accept my advice as the ultimate authority, as I am by no means a professional, and only create descriptions in my spare time as part of the effort to make Tumblr more accessible. However, here is my information for those starting out.
First, consider what type of visual content it is. Is it fanart of a tv show, a screenshot of a tweet, or an informational graphic meant to educate people on a particular issue?
Then, consider what information is most important in the image. If the visual content is an image of a famous building, then in writing the description the focus should be on the building, rather than describing for instance the color of the sky, surrounding buildings, or the clothing of the people walking by, as they are not the information that is being presented.
Perkins ELearning has an excellent list of things that should generally be included, which I will include here. In my experience, these are the most important elements to describe
The people and animals in an image
The background or setting of an image
Elements that relate to the context specifically, so if it was an image of a congested highway on a news website, the description would mention the packed cars
The colors of an image (don’t overdo it however, a simple ‘light blue’ will suffice, no need to say something like ‘a color blue that is similar to the color of a robin’s egg’ unless it is crucial to the viewer’s comprehension of an image)
Context for an image. For instance, imagine if someone had drawn a version of the Bernie Sanders ‘I am once again asking’ meme, with Eleanor Shellstrop from the Good Place saying “I am once again asking for there to be a Medium Place.” Rather than provide a description to the example such as: [Image ID: A drawing of Eleanor Shellstrop saying “I am once again asking for there to be a Medium Place.” /.End ID] you would instead say [Image ID: A redraw of the Bernie Sanders ‘I am once again asking’ meme with Eleanor Shellstrop from The Good Place saying “I am once again asking for there to be a Medium Place. /.End ID]
If the image is of a social media post, include the username/handle of the creator as well as the reactions (likes/reblogs) if they are visible in the image, as they may be cut off by the original screenshotter.
If it is a drawing or piece of art, always look for the artist’s signature when writing a description
How do I write an image description?
To start off, here is an example description written for a piece of art I made myself.
[Image ID: A digital drawing of Suki from Avatar: The Last Airbender over a gold background. She is shown from the shoulders up facing the viewer, and has a neutral expression. She is wearing metal armor over a light green tunic, and is wearing her Kyoshi Warriors facepaint and headdress. The artist’s signature ‘Astra’ is written in the lower right of the image. /.End ID]
In this description:
I made clear where the description begins and ends, so that someone with a screenreader is not confused. I usually use brackets ([ ]), write the words ‘Image ID’ (or video/gif/other) and finish with a slash, period, and the words End ID. (/.End ID)
I emphasized the type of image, in this case a digital drawing
I said the character’s name (obviously this may not be known if describing a photo or something you are not familiar with)
I described the background and the character’s clothing
I described her expression
I included the description of my signature.
This is my basic process for writing a description
I first say what the content is, such as a drawing, photo, or screenshot of a tweet.
I then use what is called Object-Action-Context for the most part, which UXDesign has a long article on https://uxdesign.cc/how-to-write-an-image-description-2f30d3bf5546. For example, [Image ID: A photo of a person standing in a crowd waving to someone out of view in front of a river. /.End ID] While obviously I would usually provide more information than that, Person = object, standing + waving to someone out of view = action, and ‘in a crowd’ = context.
I describe the clothing that might be worn
I talk about the position that people in an image might be in, such as leaning against one another on a couch, or standing with their fingers intertwined
I talk about the expressions on their faces, if shown
I talk about their general appearance (if important to the description) such as hair color/length
As said before, I talk about the context of an image if necessary
If the background is a simple color, I usually include it in the first sentence of the description. However if it is more complicated, such as a river winding through a dense forest, I include that at the end of the description after describing the important elements.
Typically if I am reblogging an image, I do not add on any commentary after creating an image description, as this allows others to reblog my description without my personal reaction. If I want to add on to an image, I usually reblog my description post.
In general, it is best to remain objective when writing a description, meaning not including your opinion of the content. However especially in an informal setting, say for instance you were describing an adorable cow, I would see it as fine to say [Image ID: A small drawing of an adorable cow. /.End ID] because the emphasis is on the appearance. There isn’t a clearcut answer, and it really depends on the context.
What are some tips for writing descriptions/common pitfalls?
If there is an element of an image like a line that represents an emotion, or a sound effect like ‘clang’ if something falls, include that in the description. For instance, [Image ID: ...beside the mug that has fallen on the floor, there are the words ‘sploosh’ indicating the sound of the water that has spilled out. /.End ID]
Put image descriptions first. Don’t hide them under readmores or any other text. If you have something with multiple images and you are the creator, place the description under each image in succession rather than all at the end. Readmores are ableist, as they require someone who has vision problems/one of the conditions described above to do more work to access the message of visual content.
If you are mentioning the skin color and/or race of someone in an image, make sure you describe it for anyone else who might be in an image. Don’t just describe the race of someone who appears to not be white. This doesn’t mean that you have to describe race, such as if the character is one whose race is commonly known, just that if you do, make sure you do it for all characters/people in an image.
In order to write IDs effectively, I’ve found it useful to download a screen reader. I use NVDA, which is entirely free and easy to use and can be downloaded here: https://www.nvaccess.org/download/.
Insert + Q turns it off
While my guide has focused mostly on image descriptions, video descriptions are also necessary. However they are not my area of expertise, and differ slightly, so I would recommend anyone interested in them to check out this website https://www.washington.edu/accessibility/videos/
Transcripts, for those who are d/Deaf/Hard of Hearing, are also necessary for making content accessible, and might be required for content that also has a visual format, such as a Tiktok. I would recommend this website https://www.w3.org/WAI/media/av/transcripts/ for anyone interested in writing transcripts
What are some more resources I can check out?
Here are a series of websites that I have found while researching how to write descriptions
UX Design - I mentioned UX Design earlier when talking about Object - Action - Context, this article is very useful and examines how to structure a description and provides very useful examples for beginners
Perkins E-Learning - This article is very useful in helping someone what to include in a description, such as clothing or background information, as well as providing some additional information on alt text if you are interested
Meloukhianet - This blog post by s. e. smith goes into detail on the elements of an image to emphasize depending on its context, using the example of a picture of their cat sunning himself.
SOAP - This article by the Stanford Online Accessibility Program (SOAP) provides a large amount of information on the purpose of image descriptions and what content requires them
HubPages - This article by SOTD and Zera discusses the difference between sparse, lush, and overdone descriptions, which is the amount of information included, and if/when each should be used.
I hope you found this information helpful, I encourage everyone to check out these websites, and my inbox is always open for questions!
#has id#please feel free to send me any questions you might have!#while I am not a professional by any definition of the term#accessibility is a large interest of mine and so I am more than happy to help#image descriptions#accessibility
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give us the deets on your agents
YES thank you anon you are my hero and I will be forever grateful to you for this. This post got very very tall because I have had so many thoughts about these characters, which I have not had the opportunity to share. I spent all morning typing! Forgive its length, please!
Captain Three:
Real name Amber. 22 years old, recruited at age 15.
Uses she/her pronouns & she's a lesbian.
She maintains a separation between how she perceives herself as an individual and as a leader. In other words, she behaves very differently depending on which role she is trying to fill. When she's being the Captain, she's stoic, efficient, and unwilling to waste time. When she's just being Amber, she's more competitive and playful. Occasionally a bit of Amber slips through while she's trying to be serious.
She cares a lot about the other members of the New Squidbeak Splatoon, although expressing that doesn't come naturally to her. She is especially close with Craig, she spends a lot of her time visiting him and hangs on to basically every word he says. She thinks of Callie and Marie as her somewhat immature little sisters who she has to keep in line (even though they're older than her). She sees Four and Three as kind of halfway between peers and her protegés, but perceives Eight as her true equal, despite being her captain.
Amber has a sizeable crush on Agent Eight, but has no idea what to do about it and so she leaves those feelings largely unexamined.
She keeps her sentences as short as she possibly can. Occasionally she'll make one a bit too short and have to clarify immediately after, so instead of "Put that back on the shelf" she might say "Put that away. Back. On the shelf." This happens a ton when she's flustered.
She refers to everyone by their agent numbers, even in casual settings.
Unmatched skill with the Hero Shot, very comfortable with a Splattershot, and frankly useless with anything else. She has always had a natural athleticism and knack for combat, which was greatly improved through extensive training with Craig prior to her promotion.
Fun fact: She LOVES routine. Amber is happiest when she's waking up and going to bed at the same time every day, eating the same food, and structuring her schedule consistently. She can cope with having to go off routine, but it's always a relief to her to get back on it.
The rest of them are under the readmore! Fingers crossed that I remembered how to insert one correctly...
Agent Four:
Real name Agent Four. She couldn't decide on a name for herself for a long time, until a while after she saved Callie, at which point she decided "well I like being called Four so I guess that will be my name". 21 years old, recruited at age 17.
She/her and a lesbian. Also trans, which is the root cause of the name situation.
She is basically the opposite of Amber in that she makes no separation between herself as a person and as an agent; this is why she decided using her codename as a personal name would suit her.
Absurdly multitalented with weapons. She has thoroughly mastered all nine of the Hero Weapons that Sheldon gave her in Octo Canyon. She's also very capable with every weapon carried at Ammo Knights, which she learned individually after the Hero Weapons. The exception is Splatanas and Stringers, which are still new to her.
However, her raw physicals are just average. She can't do Amber's acrobatics or swing around heavy rollers all day without getting tired.
A bit impulsive, extremely hyperactive. She is rarely willing to sit still. Four stops by Alterna for at least a couple hours every day to brush up on any skills she feels could use practice. Due to the variety of weapons she uses and the depth to which she understands them, there's always something.
Four is unable to communicate in front of people she doesn't explicitly trust. Noncommunicative vocalizations such as cheering are fine, but she won't speak if someone she doesn't know is listening, and she won't sign or even nod/shake if someone's looking. She doesn't particularly fear or dislike being in public, though.
Quite a chatterbox when she's able to be, with a very silly and playful sense of humor.
Unique relationship with Marie, who was her first friend due to those communication issues. Her friendship with Marie enabled her to get to know and trust the others. She has a lot of affection for all of them, although she doesn't know Agent Three super well yet. She doesn't really examine these relationships, so she just thinks of them all as people she really really likes.
High social needs. Not being able to spend at least a couple hours a day in the presence of a friend tanks her mental health. She's roommates with Eight, so it's almost never an issue anymore; just the company is enough, interaction isn't required. She also requires a bit of extra attention and reassurance on occasion. The others accommodate for this.
She is the only agent who exclusively refers to Callie and Marie by their first names and never uses their agent numbers.
Extraordinarily observant and thorough. Four can find something interesting and hidden basically anywhere. She is also remarkably good at reading expressions, even those of non-cephalopods. Mammalian faces such as Judd's are too foreign for her though.
Fun fact: She knows how to cook but she's a weirdo and doesn't think it's worth the time investment. For most of her meals she just eats raw ingredients out of the fridge like a wild animal.
Agent Eight:
Real name currently Eight; her name prior to the Metro is unknown. She doesn't hate being called Eight, but she wants to find a new one some day, one which wasn't assigned to her by Tartar. Every now and then she tries one out, but none of them have stuck so far, so she's always gone back to using Eight.
She/her, lesbian. Statistically significant number of these in the NSS, wouldn't you say?
Age unknown. She seems to be around 22, and so would have been recruited at around 17. Couple years margin of error.
For a while she was very preoccupied with trying to remember her past life; during this period she collected all of the Mem Cakes. She has since made peace with only having a few fragmented memories of that time, and dedicates her energy towards building a good new life for herself and her companions instead. She has no strong desire to learn about her old life anymore.
Very big crush on Amber. She thinks about her a lot and has frequent daydreams about her. She gets too nervous to make a move, though. She and Amber are both oblivious to each others' feelings, even though they're obvious to everyone else.
When she was initially learning Inklish, she found contractions too confusing to use. She understands them just fine now, but it formed a habit and so she still never uses any.
Usually very level-headed in crisis situations, however she tends to feel like she has to fix everything, and shuts down if she feels like she's failed. Consequence of having to save herself, Craig, and Amber in the Metro, and then suddenly being told she has three minutes to prevent an apocalypse.
This does mean she's very good at staying collected and strategizing during combat, though. That's why she was able to defeat Amber, a more powerful combatant.
Eight is very skilled with shooters including the Hero Shot, and reasonably good with a lot of other miscellaneous weapons. She has a very solid understanding of and interest in the technology of all ink weaponry. As such, she works full-time at Ammo Knights. Her duties include assembling, benchmarking, and repairing weapons. She hopes to be able to design a new weapon class some day.
She greatly admires Sheldon for his knowledge and dedication. She greatly admires Pearl and Marina for their constant support. She greatly admires Amber for her immense skill, and also in a gay way. Eight does a lot of admiring.
She is very close with Four and sees her as something like a sister. She likes Agent Three and thinks of them as a potentially very good friend, although right now they're more just buddies. She thinks Craig is kinda weird, but is very respectful of him.
She maintains a close relationship with Marina & Pearl. Eight experiments a little bit with making music on her computer, but isn't quite confident enough to show it to anyone but Marina.
Fun fact: She likes to shake up her appearance a bit every now and then, as with her name. New outfits, a different hairstyle, that sort of thing.
Agent Three:
I haven't decided on their real name yet. I usually use Four as a POV character, and she doesn't know it, so I haven't really needed to yet. 19 years old, recruited at the same age.
they/them, nonbinary, undecided orientation. First character here who isn't a she/her lesbian, woah!
Really weird. You kind of have to be, to be best friends with a salmonid.
They're always casual, and they don't beat around the bush. When they have an idea, they'll say it immediately in plain words, even if it's something unusual or illegal.
They make most of their money searching for scrap in the wastes to sell. It doesn't pay very well, though.
They have a very lax attitude about stealing, which is how they're able to get by on the limited income of scrounging. It's kinda ethically dubious, since they aren't opposed to nabbing from smaller businesses and vendors from time to time, although they're conscientious about not causing them much financial harm. Smallfry is really helpful for this.
They think Callie, Marie, and Amber are really cool. They think Eight is also pretty cool, and they're not entirely sure what to make of Four but they like her energy.
They're really good with the Hero Shot and the Tri-Stringer. They're comfortable & capable with other weapons, but they don't have an especially deep understanding of them; for the most part they play every weapon in a class the exact same way.
They also get a bit tunnel-visioned sometimes. Just part of being a rookie, though.
Fun fact: They have their locker half-filled with dirt and use it as a terrarium. They keep worms in there. This violates so many rules.
Smallfry???:
that's right he's an agent now. i'm making it official
His full name is The Huge Ally to the Scrounger of the Desert and Sky. This name is self-assigned and he is presently the only one who actually knows it. Salmonid names are just like that.
Salmonids lack gender, and Smallfry himself is entirely unaware of the concept. If he knew what a pronoun was, he wouldn't care.
Smallfry has no languages in common with any of his companions. Salmonids are known to be capable of interspecies communication, but Smallfry himself is too young to do that yet. This is why the others don't actually know the name he has given himself.
He has an unbreakable bond with Agent Three. He is fiercely committed to protecting them and aiding them in anything they do.
As a salmonid, Smallfry lacks any natural fear of death. He isn't going to sacrifice himself any time soon, since he knows his life is precious to Agent Three, but he does not really grasp why his companions are as death-averse as they are. Many of their actions are incomprehensible to him for this reason.
He requires direct interaction with Agent Three in order to effectively help with anything. Because he does not understand their goals, he has no way of guessing what they would want him to do by himself, and because of the language barrier they cannot issue instructions for him to act on independently. As such, he relies on Agent Three to make it clear to him what he should do, such as by throwing him at something.
One thing that salmonids naturally have in common with the other sentient species is laughter. As such, one of the ways in which he can truly relate to and bond with his companions is by goofing off with them. This is the basis of his friendship with Four, Eight, the Captain, Callie, & Marie. He sees them as a bunch of cool friends he can play around with, as close allies to Three, and as powerful fighters.
He likes music, too. Maybe some day that's something he could bond with Eight over?
Fun fact: Smallfry likes much of the same food Three does, but he also catches and eats plenty of bugs. Three also catches them for him pretty often. Occasionally Smallfry will manage to catch and eat a bird, which is horrifying, but that's just where salmonids lie on the food chain. Three thinks it's cool, but they don't catch birds for him because it would make them feel bad.
Bonus! Callie & Marie!
They're not OCs so there's not as much to say about them, but they do have relationships with these characters.
Both of them respect Amber as a leader and love her as family. They see her as their slightly no-fun-allowed little sister/cousin/something.
Four is especially important to Marie, both because Four was so helpful when everyone Marie relied upon was gone, and because she understands the enormity of the impact she has had on Four's life. In the past she thought of Four as her recruit, student, and protegé. Some element of that remains, however she mostly sees Four as a peer now.
Callie are Four have a lot in common in terms of their personalities, they're really good friends.
They aren't quite as close with Eight as with the others. They like her a lot, but they mostly see her as "the really nice & smart girl who Gramps recruited and who the Captain has a very funny crush on".
They both like Agent Three a lot and see them as a fun, good-hearted kid with a lot of potential. Neither of them are particularly knowledgeable about salmonids so they don't really get Smallfry, but they like him just fine.
And of course, more asks are always welcome! Vague, specific, about one agent or about all of them. I'm not picky.
#text contaminant#captain 3#agent 4#agent 8#agent 3#oc contaminant#<- hey look at that it's an oc tag#ask contaminant#<- hey look it's an asks tag which was added retroactively
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Congrats, you get the angsty one :))))))
So, this one is set well in the future: Caleb, in his early-to-mid sixties, Essek...Essek. Caleb has made significant progress dismantling the Assembly and continues to teach at the Academy. A few years earlier, he and Essek mutually break off their romantic relationship--Caleb is the one who insists, since he is very aware he is getting older and Essek is not. Caleb urges Essek to start to build other relationships and focuses in his life before the Nein are gone. They still sort-of live together, on and off, but Essek's absences become lengthier. Caleb half-regrets it, but he also knows that Essek who spends time with them but has friends and projects elsewhere will have a better life when Caleb is gone. Anyway, they've been living in each other's pockets for about thirty years. He tells himself a little space is okay. While they're not 'in' a romantic relationship anymore, they also aren't looking for other partners--Caleb is getting older and has what he needs, and whatever Caleb's worries about not being enough, Essek really doesn't have interest in anyone else. But, charged with broadening his social circle, Essek...flounders a little. He has only had one (1) friend-making experience and he still doesn't really know how to get to know people aside from as an exchange of favors--or, since he isn't really looking for returns besides positive relationships, offers of aid. So, Essek ends up helping and befriending another adventuring party.
He likes them! They don't have a Jester, or a Caleb, but he does grow to care about them. But most critically, they don't have a Caduceus, who has always been able to turn things around, drag people back from the brink. And when things go very, very bad, it falls to Essek, who panics and rips them forward through time to save them.
It works. Sort of. They all make it. They dodge the blast of dragon fire that would have killed them all--and the dragon itself has given up, hours after their vanishing. They patch themselves up, enthusiastically hug a reluctant Essek for saving them. Essek teleports everybody home. It's fine. [[rest under readmore for length & injury descriptions]]
He has a headache and feels nauseous when he gets home, but that’s pretty par for the course for wild adventures. Essek honestly doesn’t think anything more is wrong until his skin is flaking and peeling the next morning. A sunburn, except he hasn’t spent any real time in the sun. When the irritation turns to bloody sores and the nausea remains, he figures out pretty quick it's a side effect of the untethered time travel and rushes to the others, but they're all unharmed. Good. It's just him, then. Their druid heals him and he goes home, relieved it wasn’t worse.
Then it comes back. The heals work temporarily, but they don't keep it at bay. He goes to Caduceus then, but though Caduceus can heal it more easily, it still returns. They experiment with letting it go a little longer to see if it might repair itself without magic, but the wounds only worsen and Essek becomes more ill. He stays at the Blooming Grove through the next month, to the end of spring, where Caduceus’s healing can get him through most of the day of spellwork or light work in the garden before his body begins to break down again. If healing is not the answer, something is--something in the spellwork caused this injury, destabilized his own body’s ability to hold itself together. Something in the spellwork can put it right again. But he can’t find the answer, and as spring turns to early summer, Caduceus gently suggests that he ask for help. “I have,” Essek says, a little confused. He has been at the Grove for nearly a month now. “You have done a lot for me.” Caduceus makes a sweeping gesture at Essek’s notes, his spell diagrams, the painstaking account of his own casting as he tries to figures out what he did to himself. “Help with this,” he says. Essek is stubborn, but he is not stupid, and he is very tired. Caduceus goes with him when Essek returns to Rexxentrum again. It is early evening when they arrive and Caleb welcomes them both warmly and has them stay for dinner. His school year is just wrapping up; only a few advanced students are staying on to do research over the summer, so it is good timing, he says. If they want to spend a little time there. He avoids Essek’s eyes, a little. Essek wonders what he means by a little time; wonders if he resents their presence or regrets their parting at all.
“I am glad to hear it,” Essek says as steadily as he can. “I came to ask your help with--a project.” He explains it haltingly; Caduceus lets him, sitting silent. It’s mid-evening by then and whatever good was done by the healing spells is starting to wear off, so Caleb gets a good demonstration of the way the skin turns paper-fragile and blood wells up, on his hands and arms, under his fingernails. They’re only partway through their meal, and Caduceus reaches up automatically to touch a spell to Essek’s jaw and stop the bleeding in his gums so he can swallow without tasting iron. Caleb takes Essek’s arm very gently. He looks him over, fingertips up to his elbow, which is as far as he can carefully unbutton Essek’s sleeve. He finds without direction the other little wounds, familiar enough with Essek after decades to sense how he holds himself differently, both where the skin is tender and where there are invisible aches beneath the surface. “You should have come sooner,” Caleb says, cupping his face where Caduceus healed him moments before. Color seems to fade from humans as they age, and Caleb is no exception--his hair is more gray than red, now--but his eyes are as brilliant blue as ever. “You should have come as soon as it happened.”
“I didn’t--” Essek can’t look at him but can’t look away, so in absence of averting his eyes the words leave him. It takes him a minute to find them again. “I thought it would resolve itself.” The truth is he stopped believing that after the first week, but to admit anything else would be dangerous. Caleb insists on taking a look at Essek’s notes that night. They stay up late; Caduceus pats another healing spell into Essek’s shoulder as he leaves them to go to bed to get him through to the next morning. Caleb starts out fiercely focused and determined and full of hope; it reignites that same hope back in Essek. They work until Essek’s headache creeps back in. Caleb stays up a little longer as Essek trances in his chair. It neatly averts any negotiation of sleeping arrangements, for the time.
After a few days of progress with Caleb’s fresh eyes, they stall again. They both spend long hours staring at the equations, reworking them; Caleb goes to the Academy library and the Cobalt Soul and brings back every book that might help. It is the sort of complicated problem a wizard could dedicate their life to. I might, Essek thinks dizzily when he wakes from his trance in the middle of the night with blood running down fresh sores on his arms and trickling from his nose and mouth. The illness worsens as time creeps by; a healing spell can only hold the deterioration off for so long, and ‘so long’ becomes shorter. Essek would feel guilty to impose on Caleb for so long, guilty to keep Caduceus away from home, except that he is tired and ill most of the time, working with Caleb every moment that he is well enough to think. They fall, effortlessly, into their old patterns; when Essek slips from trance to sleep entirely by accident in the library one night, Caleb lifts him with a spell and carries him to bed. They fall asleep together after that without discussion. When Essek begins to reliably wake with bloodied arms, Caleb wraps him in bandages before they sleep so they don’t wake in bloodstained sheets. Every once in a while there is a flash of insight. But it’s not enough; not fast enough, not far enough. Caleb forgets a meeting one day, distracted with their latest approach and Essek’s worsening state, and that prompts them to involve the students. It’s an interesting problem; it is good practice for them, even if they are mostly checking or repeating Essek and Caleb’s work. Two of them try a few things and lose interest, going back to their own projects. The last student becomes invested, and Caleb eventually explains the situation a little more. Eventually, they meet Essek, and Caleb and Essek find themselves with something of a laboratory assistance.
It is the longest day of the year when they finally talk about it; high summer, the heat baking into the pavements outside. Essek stays inside, and the curtains stay drawn; while he once might have chanced the discomfort, they’ve learned the hard way that now his already fragile constitution shatters entirely in sunlight. Caleb sits with him, the room lit by an arcane glow in deference to Caleb’s eyesight. Even inside it is hot; Essek conjures an arcane chill periodically to keep the air at a comfortable temperature, and no one tries to use the stove. Essek picks at a platter of sliced fruit; everything tastes a little bit of iron, these days. Eating is an effort.
Caleb notices. “I can get Caduceus,” he offers, but Essek shakes his head and forces another bite. He doesn’t want to trouble Caduceus yet, not when he knows he’ll be asking again before he tries to sleep, in the hopes of drifting off in the temporary respite from pain.
He chews and swallows. Perhaps he is doing it to himself; the bright sweet novelty of citrus still draws him to the slices of tangerine even though he knows they will sting. Then he says, trying for casualty, “I am sorry for going back so quickly on our agreement.”
“What agreement?” Caleb wonders.
“To...be apart,” Essek says. “To end things.”
“I am glad you came,” Caleb says steadily. “I told you, I wish you had come sooner.”
“Even so,” Essek says. “If your hope was...I am conscious that I am taking up a great many of your years.” Caleb’s eyes are very blue, watching him like this. He looks from the fruit to his notes and says, to his own lines of failed equations, “I will try not to take many more of them.” On the last word, his own fang draws blood from his lip, so gentle a brush that he wouldn’t have noticed it if he did not have skin that split at the slightest provocation. He fumbles for a handkerchief and adds callously, “One way or another.”
“Essek,” Caleb says. “Essek, no.” He catches both of Essek’s hands in his; Essek is strangely aware of the texture of them. He has held Caleb’s hands many times, when he was younger, more recently, and he can feel the way Caleb’s skin has changed as he aged. Essek’s skin has a new texture now, too, although not quite the same--but in some ways comparable, thinner, more delicate. Caleb takes the handkerchief from him and dabs at Essek’s lip with single-minded concentration. “I would like you to take up many more of them. This was not--I was honest with you. I am cognizant only that you--our lifespans--”
“May not be so far apart,” Essek says. “As it so happens.”
“We are going to fix this,” Caleb says, sharply.
“I hope so,” Essek says, honestly. “But I only meant...there is no accounting for the future, Caleb Widogast. I will manage without you someday, should I have one. I promise you that. If I do not, or if I do...I am glad, to be here now. With you.”
Caleb smiles wanly at him. “Someone told me there is always a way.”
“Yes,” Essek says. “But we are on a clock. If we do not find the path before it runs down...I do not know how much longer. But if this draws itself out towards an inevitable conclusion, I will go.”
“What?” Caleb says. “No. Until this is fixed, stay here.”
“And if it ends in my death?” Essek says. He sees Caleb open his mouth to object. “Humor me. If this ends in my death. Surely you do not wish me to die here. We have gone to so much trouble, to let neither of us watch the other die.”
Caleb looks stricken. “That is not what...that is not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?” Essek challenges. He sits back to look Caleb full in the face. “What is this, but a slow deterioration? What is this but destined to cause you pain? Do not tell me you will fix this, Widogast. Say we cannot. Let us plan for such a possible future.”
Caleb wets his lips with his tongue. “I want--Essek. Unless there is someplace you would rather wish to be, in which case we will take you there, stay here. Please. Stay.”
Essek nods, slowly. “If you wish it, I wish it.”
“I do,” Caleb says. There is some relief on his face; Essek would feel a little guilty, for making such a threat and seeing the pain it caused him, if Caleb had not so assuredly done the same to Essek without any hesitancy.
“And say we fix this,” Essek says. “Say we fix this tomorrow.”
“Say we do,” Caleb says.
“Would you have me go, or stay?”
“I would--” Caleb looks at him. Essek does not know what he sees; for his part Essek sees Caleb, just Caleb, all the Calebs he has known at once: young and flame-haired and wary and a little older with more lines around his eyes and mouth, the proportion of them from smiling creeping up year by year, and with hair all-red and red-with-a-hint-of-gray and red-with-some-gray and red-and-gray in equal measure and the lines deepen and his eyes stay the same bright, bright blue. Essek holds Caleb very carefully in his memory, although he is aware it is not as good as Caleb’s. That is okay; he has back-ups. He has a collection of drawings of Caleb by Jester, from most of the years they have known each other, Jester’s private winter solstice gift to him. “I would have you, Essek. However you would like.”
“And if I do not want to go?” Essek asks.
It is Caleb’s turn to look past him at the books heaped on the table. “I do not want to be selfish with you, Essek.”
“Do you want me to stay?”
“I want you to stay,” Caleb says, finally. “I have always...”
“How fortunate,” Essek says, “That we want the same thing. I wish to have you too, Caleb. For as long as we have. Until the end of it, whatever pain it causes.”
Caleb stands and moves, then, dropping beside Essek on the sofa and drawing him in. Essek goes easily, melting into the familiar hold. Caleb presses a kiss to his cheek, a less-fragile bit of skin. Essek closes his eyes.
One of them will die, in the next year, or in another thirty. That is the least important part.
In my imagination, they probably figure it out and save Essek, but hey, dealer’s choice unless I actually write this.
#cr fic#my fic#critical role#shadowgast#caleb widogast#essek thelyss#future fic#we were talking on Discord about side effects of time travel being like radiation sickness#which is catnip for me considering I watched Stargate at a formative age#caduceus clay
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So I was talking to a fellow broke person about knitting needles for lace and I feel bad saying this because I know some things just don't work for some people and sometimes even small reliefs cost too much money, but I really do think nice needles are one of those things you SHOULD wait and save up for.
Putting this under a readmore cuz it's long
The difference between cheaper needles and nicer needles is like the difference between riding the bus and riding in a car. Both get you there! But the bus and cheaper needles take a lot longer to get to the end point. And sometimes the bus IS the better option for some people. But riding the bus has, for me and a lot of people, more stress attached. It's the less pleasant option. But if you only have money for bus fare, hell yeah ride the bus!
I recommend chiaogoo twist interchangeable needles. They start at $11.50. They come in sizes 000-15. I have used size 0 needles and they bend a little bit in your hands but it's actually really nice to me. Kinda stimmy. You have to buy the cables separately. They are $9. The cables come in mini (fits size 000-1.5), small (fits size 2-8), and large (fits size 9-15). The cables come in several lengths, from 8 inches to 50 inches.
I like these needles for several reasons.
First, they are made for making lace. It's in the description. This means the tips are sharper. Which is important when doing nupps or things like 7 stitch increase into a 3 stitch decrease. You run unto a lot of stuff in lace that is MISERABLE with blunter needles. I literally couldn't do the 7/3 increase/decrease with my knitpicks metal needles. I was getting pissed. I bought 3 needles over the course of making that thing. The last ones were these needles.
Secondly, also because that are made for making lace, they have lifeline holes. A lifeline is when you thread waste yarn through all your stitches in a given row to "catch" them so that if you make a major mistake, you only have to rip back to that row. In something as home consuming as lace, this is really important. If you don't have a lifeline hole, you have to manually thread the waste yarn through the hole. It's a HUGE pain in the ass.
I did it this way on the evenstar shawl and MISSED A STITCH and ended up with a HOLE in my finished shawl that I had to fix before blocking. But! If you thread the waste yarn through a lifeline hole, it behaves in the same way as the cable, being threaded through the stitches as they pass from tip to cable. After that nightmare, I am no longer buying fixed needles because they do not have lifelines.
The lifeline hole also serves as a way to tighten the screw of the needles. The cables come with a T-pin and you insert the T-pin into the lifeline hole and use it to give yourself leverage when tightening the needle. A lot of people I've seen complain about interchangeable needles unscrewing didn't know that's what they're for, so I'm mentioning it. But also that does occasionally just happen and yeah it's annoying but the other use of the lifeline hole far outweighs the annoyance.
Thirdly, and this is less important I admit but going back to clover needles after being spoiled by chiaogoos it is making me So Mad... chiaogoo cables don't have memory. You unwrap them and hold one end and it unwinds into a straight line (more or less). With clover or hiyahiya (better than clover or the other brand at JoAnn's and sharper then knitpicks but not as good as chiaogoo/Addi) your cable between needles is permanently wound to want to be in a circle. I've tried some of the fixes for this but they didn't really work for me. But constantly fighting my needles for new stitches was extremely annoying and looking back I enjoyed knitting less back then.
I had a fourth thing but I forget what it was. Will update if I remember it.
It's hard to make the switch, especially because the first time you have to spend $20.50 on one set of functioning needles. But! You don't spend $20 every time. The cable is an investment. Once you have a cable, you can buy 6 tips and have 6 sets of nice needles for only $9 more than buying a bunch of crappy needles. I just checked, clover needles which I absolutely hate start at $10.99. So for the price of a seven crappy needles, you can have 6 nice sets of needles. They take up less space (sooooo much less space omg my entire mini interchangeable set came in a package the same size as ONE of my fixed size 0 needles RIP fixed needles I am Pathetic Victorian Dandy who is Wasting Away and can therefore not tolerate minor to moderate inconveniences in my hobbies anymore). And you can have a ton of needle combinations with less cables taking up space in your tools storage.
I'm loosing steam so I'll just say these couple last things. My dad was a bastard but he taught me two useful things in life: don't half ass stuff cuz you'll pay for it later, and you need good tools. And it's true. A lot of things can be done cheaply, including yarn and needles (not hating on cheap yarn), but there are places where that is less important (for me yarn is in this category) and places where it is more important. For me, not being frustrated all the time so I can peacefully enjoy my hobbies is worth it.
You deserve nice needles. You deserve to have that burden of frustration at blunt needles and curly cables lifted. I know it's hard to save $20 sometimes, so if that's not an option, know that I've been there and I see you. Thrift stores often have all kinds of knitting stuff. And you can sometimes find people getting rid of their needles (like I'm in the process of doing) when they find ones they like better, so make friends and maybe you'll get lucky.
OK just remembered something urgent and it's 12:30 am thats it thats the post thanks for reading
#v's fiber arts tag#lace rot disease#I should really sign up for affiliate links for paradise fibers#they're my LYS and they treart their employees really well#they have my loyalty
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Hi @dolcifusa ! Good question. Okay this got way longer and more detailed than you probably wanted but here's how I made the whumptober sets. And I'll put it under a readmore cause it's kinda long
I did indeed use a program to make them. I use Photoshop CC 2014 to make the gifs and layout and KMPlayer to made screencaps of the episodes. Oh and I use windows not mac.
First thing to do is make you're individual gifs like normal. So I have a list of 12 scenes I want in this layout so I made 12 gifs. Upload your frames, add any adjustments you want like usual. The only thing I do differently for a layout than I do for a regular gifset is I don't resize the gifs.
Also it is very important that you make sure all of your gifs are the exact same number of frames and are set to the same speed. I chose 50 frames and .05 speed. This is KEY to making the layout work. If the numbers are different it won't work correctly on the layout.
Once your gifs are made, put all your adjustment layers into a folder and then put that folder and the gif layers into a folder. So everything is in one folder. This is an important step. Like this (bottom right side of the screen under layers):
Next up is planning the layout. There are a ton of layout templates you can find on tumblr or elsewhere or you can make your own. I did both this month. Since I have 12 gifs I'm gonna do 3 layouts with 4 gifs per layout. Then just choose the layout you think works best with your gifs. For this set I've chosen this layout:
If you're making your own make sure the layout is 540x wide and leave a little border between the gifs. The length doesn't matter.
Then make sure the image is in video timeline not frame timeline.
Then one gif at a time duplicate the folder with all your layers in it onto the layout.
Now you'll have something like this:
Use free transform (Edit ---> Free Transform) to resize your gif to fit the block you want it in (note: hold down shift when you resize the gif so it keeps it's dimensions). Release shift after you release your mouse and then hit enter. Your gif is now inside the block but it probably doesn't fully fit.
So now click the eye next to your gif folder so you can see the layout underneath it. Select the box you want the gif to be in.
Hit the eye again to make sure it fits alright. Then hit the layer mask button.
Repeat the process until all your boxes are full.
When you have all the boxes full, delete the background layout template layer so that your background is transparent. Then go ahead and save for web.
#gifmaking#gif tutorial#layout#mods tutorials#mod post#not whump#if anyone has questions just let me know!
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