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justalittleb-witchy · 2 months ago

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Warding & Protection 101

What is warding?

Warding is the practice of shielding or protecting something, someplace, or someone. There are a million and two different types of wards you can create-- in many ways, you are only limited by your own creativity and knowledge.

Why/when should I use a ward?

I always recommend having, at minimum, a protective ward for yourself and your living space if you practice witchcraft (or something adjacent to witchcraft). What a ward does is dependent on what it was created to do. Different people have different needs, and wards are not one-size fits all. Wards can be generic or specific, but my personal preference is a well-defined ward. By well-defined, I mean "clear in what it will and will not do".

Basics

In order to figure out what sort of ward you may need, ask yourself these questions:

What does my practice focus on?

Where might I be vulnerable?

What are my strengths and weaknesses when it comes to witchcraft?

Who and what am I comfortable with having in my space?

When and where am I comfortable with having others in my space?

What do I need to keep out, and what do I need to keep in?

What existing practices/habits may affect my wards? (e.g. cleansing, banishment, rituals, etc.)

Do I have an energy source for a ward? How do I intend to upkeep my wards?

Do my wards need to be moveable or changeable?

What resources are available to me? Are there people or entities that are willing to help me?

What, in my mundane life, do I need help with? What do I need to protect?

What actions am I taking, in my mundane life, to protect myself? (e.g. driving safely, practicing good fire safety habits, etc.)

How to make a ward

As previously stated, there are a million and two different types of wards-- and a million and two different ways to create them. Best practice is generally to lean on your personal strengths and resources to make one. Here are some more specific examples:

Herbalism: A witch who works primarily with herbs could create a protective sachet or jar that is filled with protective herbs.

Kitchen Witchcraft: Someone who practices kitchen witchcraft could cook protective foods, or incorporate small actions into their regular cooking that add protective qualities into their food (i.e. stirring a certain way, routinely using certain ingredients, etc.)

Storm Witchcraft: A witch who works with storms could use the energy of storms to protect their home. They could call on fearsome breezes to blow away harm, rainfall to wash it away, darkness to hide their home, etc.

Glamour witchcraft: A glamour witch can work on how they are perceived. Don't want someone approaching you? Make them afraid of you. Have a fearsome appearance to those who would wish you harm. Make them hesitate. Or hide yourself altogether, as if you were never there.

Deity witchcraft: Ask your gods to guide your hand, to show you how to protect yourself. Ask them to protect you, and clarify what you need protection from.

Green Witchcraft: Grow a plant with the intention of having it take the blow for you, if anything negative gets sent your way. Or have it purify your space.

Divination Wards: Use the energy of specific tarot cards to protect yourself. Write protective runes on things you care about.

Music Witchcraft: Play empowering music. Belt out a song about how nothing can harm you. Hum a tune to make things go away.

Energy Witchcraft: Envision great shields and walls, fortresses and moats. Whatever screams "protection" to you.

Etc.

Types of Wards/Ideas for Wards

Keep in mind that any ward can be for both the magical and mundane (though, always act with common sense, and act as if your wards do not exist. A ward will not make you immortal, and they can be counteracted and/or destroyed. They are there for when shit hits the fan-- but they are not a free pass to start throwing shit AT the fan!)

Transmutative wards: Tranform harmful energy sent your way into something positive and useful. (e.g. negative rumors -> increased opportunities, bad intentions -> abundance)

Baneful wards: If someone hits you, hit them back. Reflect whatever they sent to you back on them, and thensome.

Banishment Wards: If something steps into your space, kick it back out.

Hiding Wards: Hide something from prying eyes. Make it invisible, or make it appear boring/uninteresting.

Reflective wards: Reflect something's image back at them, let them see what they expect to see, or let them see themselves.

Healing wards: Protect your health, or force healing upon those who brush up against them (e.g. if someone lashes out at you because they have not been working on themselves, a healing ward can be just as painful as an outright baneful one.)

Scrambling/maze Wards: Scramble any information someone/something gets, or make them lose their way. Commonly used for unsolicited divination.

Protective wards/wall wards: Stop anything from getting in or out. Stop or prevent harm

Alarm bell wards: Warn you about things coming your way.

Comfort wards: Keep comforting/soothing energy around you.

Examples of Useful Wards

Name/Reputation wards

Household/common places wards

Wards for safe travels

Wards to keep specified spirits/entities out

Wards for malicious intent

Wards for curses/hexes

Wards for natural disasters

Wards for misfortunes

Please feel free to ask any specific questions you may have, this is only a very brief overview to introduce the topic.

#witchcraft #spiritwork #spiritual #witchblr #baby witch #witchcraft community #witch community #protection magic #warding

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fairy-writes · 2 months ago

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Okay I gotta make this 2nd request really really good, really unnerving, really PAINFUL.

May I request prompt #14 with *either* Edward Elric or Rengoku (it's too difficult to choose!)? And may I request this be written for a female reader too please? Make this as painful as possible. I want to feel my heart wrenching and writhing and shattering inside!

LEAVING

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Prompt: “You don’t need to do this!”

Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing(s): Edward Elric x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Leaving, Confessions

Notes: I already did a oneshot similar to this prompt for Rengoku a while ago, so it’s time to give our favorite blond boy some attention!

I’m slowly passing away from burnout, so this is short to save my brain.

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You fell in love with Edward Elric when you were fifteen.

Your mother claimed you were too young for love, and perhaps she was right. Maybe it was because you were also interested in alchemy. Maybe it was because he was something new. Either way, all you knew was that your heart skipped a beat whenever you saw the infamous alchemist.

The two of you actually hit it off rather nicely, considering you called him short. But hey! Maybe he knew it was an actual accident, or perhaps it was a certain armored younger brother who knew you two were going to be working together for the time being. After all, you were one of the only alchemists in your tiny town besides your recently deceased father, and they were, as always, chasing leads.

So, he forgave (not necessarily forgot), and the two of you got to work decoding your father’s notes.

“Hey, Edward?” You asked tentatively as you looked up from your book. Alphonse had stepped out to get the food for both of you who actually had a body.

(Yes, you knew about the whole human transmutation thing, but like meeting the Elric brothers, it had been an accident.)

“You know I said you could call me Ed.” He mumbles, not looking up from his notes. He hastily scribbles a sentence like his life depends on it, and you know you’re going to have to help him decode his own handwriting later.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You mumble, your thoughts slowly dying as you stare blankly at the page in front of you.

It's then that he looks up from his book with a frown tugging at his lips and his golden eyes dull with exhaustion. The two of you (plus Alphonse) had been at it for hours. Days even!

You were lucky to have been trained somewhat by your father when learning alchemy. While you didn’t know everything, you did know a few of his secrets on how he coded his notes. So, it was even more of a reason to keep you around.

If only he would stick around after the fact.

You were utterly enamored by the time you were seventeen.

You had been with the brothers through thick and thin and turmoil and joy. You had comforted Edward through nightmares and Alphonse through the whole “not having a body” thing. Well… As best you could anyway. It was hard to comfort someone with no idea what it was like to not have a body.

But as Father’s plan became more known and extreme, you noticed that Edward was leaving you behind more and more. And it wasn’t a coincidence. You also noticed that the brothers evaded your questions whenever you demanded to know why they were leaving you in the care of the Rockbells or the Hughes��.

You weren’t a child, dammit! You could take care of yourself!

But bringing this up to Edward did no good. In fact, it made things worse.

Edward broke your heart when you were eighteen.

“You don’t need to do this!” You cried, grabbing his arm to try and stop him from leaving. Again. This time, it was serious. He was going to fight Father. And he was planning on doing it without you. Sure, he also wasn’t bringing Winry or Granny Pinako. But the difference was you actually knew alchemy.

Edward pulled his arm from your grip and kept heading toward the door. His jaw was clenched; he was obviously grinding his teeth together. But you persisted.

“Edward, please!” At this, he finally rounded on you, and you flinched at his angry look.

“The answer is no. I can’t have you getting hurt.” He snapped, and you took an unconscious step back at the ferocity in his voice.

But then you steeled yourself and tried to reach for him again.

“I can defend myself! You know this! You trained me yourself!” You pleaded, but he was shaking his head.

“I trained you against something small like a mugger in an alley. This is something that is way above what you can fight against.” He retorted, pulling his arm again so you couldn’t latch onto it.

You felt like a whiny ex. But Edward’s life was in danger and he didn’t seem to grasp that yet. Or maybe he did. You had no idea what was going on in his head.

But the back and forth went on for what seemed like an eternity.

Until…

“I don’t want you—” You’re cut off with a sudden kiss. Edward tasted like sunshine and unbridled anger. Like electricity and sorrows. Like he was leaving you and never coming back. But at that moment, you didn’t care. You kissed him back desperately, trying to convey how you had felt for the last three years.

His automail was cold against the side of your face and his flesh hand was warm like the very sunshine he tasted like. He held you gently, cradled you even. And when he broke away, his hands cupped the back of your neck.

“I love you too much to lose you in this.” He whispered, his eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“And you think I don’t?” You whispered back.

But that didn’t stop him from pulling away.

“If you leave…” You didn’t have the heart to finish your sentence. You were done? You weren’t even together. You were leaving? That was a lie, and you knew it.

Edward shrugged his shoulders and turned away, pausing only when he got to the door.

“I’m sorry.” He said, and so he left.

And took your heart with him.

#edward elric x reader #edward elric #fullmetal alchemist x reader #fma x reader #fmab x reader #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist #fmab #fma brotherhood #fairy writes #fairy1.6kfollowers

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stiltsthegm · 14 days ago

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What if you just had fun?

When I'm really bored at work and need something to distract me, but can't get TOO distracted (due to the aforementioned work), I like to watch challenge runs. This inevitably leads to me getting other videos that are tangentially-related to the game that was the subject of the video I just saw, and that's how I stumbled upon this one:

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And it was fascinating to me in a way that made me feel a need to say something about it. Not in, like, a mean way (I'm aiming for a gentle ribbing, at most). There's been thoughts stirring in me for a while now about how disconnected I can sometimes feel between the ways I experience games and how "content creators" play games that are simply fascinating to me.

Although I do recommend watching at least some of the video to get the gist of what's happening, I'll do my best to accurately summarize the main thing that prompted this whole post. The author has played Skyrim a lot, almost always with a bunch of mods, and nearly always played it the same way: stealth archer. However, he recently tried a challenge playthrough that essentially forced him to engage in a bunch of systems he never paid much attention to before: alchemy, blacksmithing, mining, herb gathering, and shouts to name just a few. He even found himself using fast travel less, because it meant he could do gathering and transmutation magic while going to his next destination instead of going out of his way to grind out everything right before he needed it. This ended up giving him a greater appreciation for how an un-modded Skyrim actually works and is deeper than he originally gave it credit for.

My first reaction to this was perhaps a little uncharitable: "Were you even playing Skyrim at all until now?"

In a previous video he made (which I also watched), he talks about why stealth archery is so popular. He posits that it's the only combat method that plays well with Skyrim's other systems, since its damage scales well, it's precise (very little worry about hitting friendly NPCs), it's the easiest way to engage in stealth mechanics, and it's just generally pretty powerful. I'm mostly sympathetic to that opinion, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't find stealth archer to be my favorite way to play.

However, I was completely blindsided by someone saying they didn't engage in so many of these other systems. Like, yes, you can simply buy armor and weapons and potions, so alchemy and blacksmithing isn't mandatory. You can ignore it if you want to. But to not EVER try to engage with it?

I've encountered this sort of disconnect before in a way I found much more frustrating. You see, I really like the Civilization games, but I'm kind of bad at intuiting the systems at play on my own. I often look up videos from much smarter people to help me build a foundation of understanding so I can then at least make terrible choices on purpose rather than on accident. I was watching one particular Youtuber's reactions to some Civ 7 gameplay previews and found myself constantly baffled by the statements they were making. There were several little things that irritated me, but the one that finally made me turn off the video was a criticism of Civ 7 trying to implement story events like Paradox games do. They mentioned they hated that kind of mechanic and completely ignored the writing, just picking whichever choice offered the best mechanical advantage at the time. It was then that I realized this analysis video was going to be completely useless to me. We had very different priorities, and they had no interest in considering the changes from any angle other than the very narrow one they've always used. Like, sure, maybe it will end up being bad, but this is one preview video of one playthrough. Being angry at just the concept of story events seemed absurd.

There are folks out there who like "solving" video games. They find the most efficient, most powerful thing they can do, and they do that. Over and over and over again. I think what hit me most about the Skyrim video was that I wasn't expecting to find that kind of playstyle applied to that game. Skyrim exists so you can play in it. I sometimes make characters that run up to guys and hit them with a big sword not because it's the best way to play the game, but because it's just funny to hit guys with a big sword. I explore the map because Skyrim's world is beautiful, and I like simply being in it. I gather herbs because it gives me something to do while hiking and I like how the plant's graphic changes after I collect it. I do things in Skyrim not because I'm forced to, but because I want to explore what the game has to offer. And lately, I sometimes choose to not do things because I want to play a role.

The more I thought about Thane's Skyrim video, the more I grew fond of it. It starts out as just another challenge run where he's thinking about mechanical efficiency, and ends with him appreciating just how many different things he can do in the base game (Building a house! Marriage! Praying at shrines!) and how these systems interact with each other. That's neat! I genuinely love that someone who plays these games from a completely different mindset than I do can keep an open mind and learn to share my love of these mechanics. I wish I saw it happen more often.

#skyrim #sorry for yelling about youtube essays #genuinely no shade to the skyrim guy though he seems chill

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rottenpumpkin13 · 11 months ago

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I mean if you really think about it. Technically Chadley is kind of Sephiroth's little brother

Anon you are so right. Unfortunately we don't have it it canon, but highlights of their sibling bond would include:

• Sephiroth frequently gifting Chadley toys and other trinkets he himself was deprived of during childhood because he wants to make sure Chadley doesn't go through that. Chadley has more Lego sets and two-person games than he knows what to do with.

• Chadley going to Sephiroth for real world advice and getting trolled in grand older brother fashion.

Chadley: I think I may have romantic feelings for Professor Hojo's new intern.

Sephiroth: How so?

Chadley: Whenever I'm around her, I have heart palpitations, my vision blurs, I become sweaty and my speech is slurred.

Sephiroth: You've just described a stroke.

Chadley:

Sephiroth: You can have the same symptoms by consuming a double bacon cheeseburger.

Chadley:

Sephiroth: Which is much more fulfilling than romance, in my opinion.

• While researching "ways brothers bond," Chadley found funny videos of siblings jump scaring each other. He now frequently hides behind corners, donning a scary mask or fake blood, to scare Sephiroth. He finds it hilarious when Sephiroth gasps and clutches his heart. Sephiroth, in turn, isn't sure when he'll ever stop pretending to be scared, but he doesn't care. He likes seeing Chadley happy.

• Chadley steals Sephiroth's music taste, much to Hojo's chagrin, since the kid likes to blast the heavy metal and obscure goth music in the labs.

• Stealing each other's food.

*They're walking when Chadley's shoelaces come undone*

Chadley: Hold my sandwich for me please.

Sephiroth: Sure.

*Chadley bends down to tie his shoes. When he stands up, his sandwich is gone*

Chadley: I told you to hold it!

Sephiroth: I'm holding it in my stomach.

• Chadley uses social media for researching/ mimicking "sibling behavior" and likes to replicate things he sees. This is how he ended up on a "fun ways to annoy your brother" video. Sephiroth now gets sprayed with water—like a cat—at random when he's trying to rest.

• Chadley's excited rambling about materia and his research is never reprimanded by Sephiroth, who listens happily, remembering how he wished he had someone to listen to him gush about his interests when he was a child.

• Chadley is helping Professor Hojo assess Sephiroth in the labs. When Hojo's back is turned, Charley socks Sephiroth in the arm. Sephiroth, annoyed, punches him right back. Hojo turns around right as Chadley gets punched.

Hojo: Honestly Sephiroth. I expected better from you.

Sephiroth: But he hit me first.

Chadley: He bullies me constantly, Professor.

Sephiroth: !?

• When the labs feel suffocating or Professor Hojo is being particularly difficult, Chadley likes to escape to the 49th floor and use Sephiroth's office as a quiet spot. Sephiroth isn't always there, but when he is he makes sure to distract Chadley and give him the attention he needs. Eventually Sephiroth gives him a spare access card to his apartment if Chadley ever needs it.

• This later evolves into sleepovers.

• They constantly take advantage of their height difference—Chadley through piggyback rides and Sephiroth through fun methods of discipline.

*Lazard walks by Sephiroth's office and sees Sephiroth sitting on Chadley*

Lazard: What in Shiva's name are you doing??

Sephiroth: I caught him trying to go to Wall Market.

Chadley: It's for RESEARCH.

Sephiroth: Clearly he's at the age where he needs to be monitored lest he falls victim to recreational drugs and gang activity.

Chadley: I was just going to conduct a survey! GET OFF ME!

Sephiroth: Struggling will do nothing but amuse me.

• Not even Sephiroth is safe from your little sibling stealing your stuff.

*Chadley walks in with a shiny device in his hand*

Sephiroth: Is that my transmuter?

Chadley: No.

Sephiroth: It says Sephiroth on the back.

Chadley: No it doesn't.

Sephiroth: Chadley, I'm looking right at it.

Chadley: So? You don't even use it.

Sephiroth: Just because I don't regularly use something doesn't mean you can take it without permission.

Chadley: Hm. I guess I should probably give this back.

*Chadley places Masamune on the table*

Sephiroth: HOW—?

• Other SOLDIERs and troopers on missions with Sephiroth have reported seeing his face "light up" whenever he gets a call from Chadley.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ff7r #chadley ff7

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sepublic · 2 months ago

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So some HCs on Raine’s magic;

Raine can attune their soundwaves to a target’s resonant frequency; It could be a specific material, or even a person. So if they managed to hit someone with their instrument or a soundwave, they can figure out that frequency because every strike creates vibrations on some level.

From that point, every soundwave that Raine sends off will pass through any other objects or materials without harming them, and only damage that which they’re attuned to. It’s a handy way to get past hostage situations or barriers.

Raine can only attune their soundwaves to one resonant frequency at a time; If they want to switch to a different frequency, they need to hit their target like a tuning fork to match it. And if they want to hit everything, then Raine has to drop the frequency and regain it with another strike.

Raine’s whistling operates independently from this sort of thing, so while not as powerful as their violin, it’s a good backup for when Raine wants to commit to a specific frequency, but also desires a general attack. Their whistling helps them attack people by surprise because Raine can also echolocate!

This allows them to internally map out an area and whatever’s around them, though they have to consciously activate and focus on this spell; Combining this with Raine’s attuned soundwaves makes for a lethal assassin that can attack through walls. And since sound bounces off of surfaces, Raine can send waves that ricochet across whatever they hit, a scattered attack; These ones aren’t attuned to any particular frequency, so they can hit everything.

Raine’s whistling can also mess with the frequency of molecules’ vibrations, making them shake enough to break down their molecular bonds; Hence their whistling breaking down the compounds in Terra’s potion to render it ineffective. Their whistling can also increase vibrations to raise heat and cause spontaneous combustion.

Not only can Raine deconstruct and shred things apart with their vibrations, but these can also be used to transmute materials by affecting their atoms and molecules, hence the Apple Blood trick; This is a case of applying Potions principles to Bard magic, an idea either unheard of or discouraged in most schools.

But their magic isn’t just offensive, Raine’s whistling/violin can create a small radius to ward off enemies and attacks, stopping them mid-air or tearing them apart; It’s like a shield of sound, which Raine can also generate around others. And since bard magic can make things float, Raine can levitate their boots to walk on air.

Perhaps their most clever trick is the ability to bring sound effects to life; Storing the sounds of different things, to recreate those same effects on anything those released soundwaves hit. So if Raine hears something breaking, they can capture some of that noise into their violin, and then release it onto someone or something else; Anything hit by the soundwaves will break. The same goes for burning, exploding, splashing, etc.

Raine’s predecessor was Scooter Crane, who could use the power of music like a conductor to animate objects and even people’s bodies, like Fantasia. He could summon literal music notes and lines to attack with, and anything hit would be forced to bend to his will. Crane primarily used this to perfectly coordinate covenscouts during the Coven Crusades, watching from afar; While Graye is a director, Crane is a conductor, and both proved to be control freaks who felt others couldn’t match their vision.

Katya’s tambourine takes resonant frequencies to their max, making objects she strikes vibrate until they shatter. It’s simple yet effective, working on anything Katya chooses to hit.

Amber’s recorder induces feelings in others; They can cause people to sleep, to calm down, or feel invigorated with any other emotion. It’s a subtler support role, although she’s learned some transmutation from Raine, allowing Amber to make objects rust with her notes.

Derwin’s bassoon summons weather magic, which is a double-edged sword; It’s surprisingly easy to summon something as devasting as a hurricane… But weather magic is incredibly chaotic and uncontrollable; You might summon a storm, but you’ll find yourself just as subject to it as your enemies. So while it’s a low entry level to produce powerful attacks, most avoid weather magic for this reason.

Bard magic deals with sound, frequencies, and animation; It’s the power of art, bringing words and pictures to life, and making things dance and move. It deals in the realm of emotions. But it can be tricky and roundabout to pull off more fantastical feats; Some witches find more straightforwardly powerful tracks, such as Plants or Abominations or Construction, which deal in physical strength, to be more to the point. Otherwise, Bard magic is seen as related to the arts, as well as writing and even legality, with many contracts written in Bard magic; It brings words to life, after all.

#The Owl House #Raine Whispers #Scooter Crane #The Owl House Katya #The Owl House Amber #The Owl House Derwin #Headcanon #Headcanons

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nexility-sims · 8 months ago

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𝐍𝐎. 𝟖 (𝟑/𝟑) ❛ 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 ❜ | EARLY OCTOBER 1991

❧ 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 / 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 / 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

→ 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 That performance had been different. It wasn’t a caress either; it had felt like being strangled by familiar, then insistent hands. Fluke’s music always roused emotion, but she had returned from the backroom to the dance floor entirely unprepared for how it would hit her this time. The audience swayed as Ursula crooned the opening lines into her microphone. Increasingly distracted, Leonor watched with anxious eyes when the movement of bodies picked up speed. The crowd soon roiled. Limbs flailed. Ursula’s windmilling guitar strums, drumsticks rising and falling in Adara’s grasp, the beer bottles and cigarettes and open palms held aloft all around—

❧ okay ... it's done ... i feel like i just ran a marathon, creatively sdfkhsf :^) and, as always, you're really not getting the full story if you're not reading below the cut (^:

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 & 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓

“Was that when he did the song?” Kore asked, interrupting her thoughts.

Leonor licked her lips, then shook her head. “No. Later. Heartbreaker.”

That performance had been different. It wasn’t a caress either; it had felt like being strangled by familiar, then insistent hands. Fluke’s music always roused emotion, but she had returned from the backroom to the dance floor entirely unprepared for how it would hit her this time. The audience swayed as Ursula crooned the opening lines into her microphone. Increasingly distracted, Leonor watched with anxious eyes when the movement of bodies picked up speed. The crowd soon roiled. Limbs flailed. Ursula’s windmilling guitar strums, drumsticks rising and falling in Adara’s grasp, the beer bottles and cigarettes and open palms held aloft all around—

At some point, it was no longer a floor filled with costumed guests enjoying live music. They transmuted, perhaps between her furious blinking, into a nest of monsters. Leonor found the sheer scale and radiance of their collectivity grotesque, so much so that she stood frozen by fright in the center of this undulating mass they formed. She would have remained that way forever—waiting, as it were, to be drenched and digested while mostly unaware of her own shrieking—if they hadn’t spit Renzo out and into her face. Through his sunglasses, she could see concern in his also-green eyes. Taken by that, comforted, she was entirely unprepared to be spun around and pushed further into the tangle of creatures. She yelped, shocked, helpless like any prey, each time a body bumped into her. Still, Renzo’s hands gripped her arms, and she sank back into him as he propelled her forward. Her feet didn’t need to move. If she was going to be eaten, she would have to be fed to it, them, this animated inspissation.

Instead, she survived and returned to the backroom once again. Red light soaked everything like blood. This is being dead? she’d wondered. I thought it’d be blue. The door shut with a hypnotist’s finger snap. Head to toe, doglike, Leonor shook herself while Renzo watched. She sank down onto the sectional, sighing so hard that she momentarily lost her breath. Or, her chest fell still and tense, and he exclaimed, ‘Hey, breathe—!’ That was a command, and it brought something out of her, very much doglike still. She felt kicked.

She climbed onto his lap unbidden once he joined her. The room swam in the periphery, red light filling up to the ceiling and spilling over in a continuous loop. His face was all she saw. It shifted and morphed as they talked. Yet, it wasn’t talking in her recollection. Their voices were shouts, muffled and overlaid, stitched together by frustration. She felt it now with Kore’s face supplanting his. Renzo’s face—she had never seen it that way. Only, he wasn’t angry. She was the one who was maddened, had gone feral, turned from prey on the verge of devourment to an animal out of its mind. All she truly remembered was what she relayed to Kore. ‘I’m not your baby.’ He took it in. ‘I’m not your baby. I’m an adult. I know what I want. I’m not your baby. You’re not my—You don’t have to tell me anything. I know, okay, I know a lot. Everything. I’m not your baby.’

It devolved. She was her mother’s daughter. Desperate and feeble, she shoved him. Her hands were unkind. They aided a tantrum, and he allowed it. Her words—what were they? Did they matter? It was how she said them. Unrestrainable, she had finally stumbled to the door, shouting still, and he drowned her out in response. The frustration seethed. ‘Go ahead, get the fuck out of here!’ This was not Uspanian, but she understood. ‘I’m leaving! I’m over it!’ Yet, meaning was lost on her even as she had uttered this word, “it.” Get out! Have fun!’ he called, this time in her language. She struggled to slam the door. It was very important that it slammed. The knob fell from her hands; the mischievous hinges resisted her. Renzo talked to himself. ‘What the fuck ... Jesus.’ Who was that? Slam. Slam. Slam—there, at last, for good measure.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Kore said, interrupting. As Leonor reached to lift the hands holding her in place, she added, “You can talk about it later—tomorrow, whenever. Better that way, actually. How about I take you home?”

Leonor considered the proposition. Then, she countered, “If I can’t talk to Renzo, then I just need to go back onto the roof for a minute. Okay? Just a minute. I just need to—”

“No, no, no,” Kore replied quickly, pushing Leonor toward the door that would lead them back into the bar’s main space. She struggled against her. Then, perhaps realizing she wouldn’t win that way, Leonor sank down abruptly to the ground. Kore let out a laugh of exasperation. “Really?”

While Kore stood there with her hands on her hips, Leonor scrambled between her legs and leapt to her feet. Kore followed as she rushed toward the stairwell. Thinking it better to shadow than try stopping her again, Kore trailed after as Leonor climbed the stairs with cautious steps. The stairwell was small but dark, and the city’s bright nighttime lights illuminated the passage easily as soon as Leonor threw open the door. There were other people on the roof when they emerged, and Kore waved to them, but Leonor gave no notice. Her face turned upward to the moon; with closed eyes, she stood and let her arms, palms open, extend.

“Moon goddess,” Kore remarked quietly as the party carried on around them.

Leonor said nothing, but she stood, swaying lightly, for some time. Kore imagined that she must be thinking of her mother—perhaps thanking her for showing up to the party.

Below the roof’s edge, visible across the street, birds resumed screeching.

TRANSCRIPT:

KORE | Was that when he did the song?

LEONOR | No. Later. Heartbreaker.

[Music, party noise]

[New song begins, crowd cheering]

[Ursula singing]

[Leonor gasps]

[Commotion, Leonor exclaiming, music continues]

RENZO | Too much—[Leonor yelps] [Sighs] What did I say? Come here …

[Music fades, Leonor whimpering]

RENZO | You’ll be okay. [Shushes] Overstimulated, that’s all. Some quiet—

RENZO | Hey, breathe—!

LEONOR | I’m not your baby. I’m not your baby. I’m an adult. I know what I want. I’m not your baby. You’re not my—You don’t have to tell me anything. I know, okay, I know a lot. Everything. I’m not your baby.

[Shouting]

Go ahead, get the fuck out of here! I’m leaving! I’m over it! Get out! Have fun!

What the fuck … Jesus.

[Door slams]

[Leonor mumbling] KORE | I'm sure it's fine. You can talk about it later—tomorrow, whenever. Better that way, actually. How about I take you home?

LEONOR | If I can't talk to Renzo, then I just need to go back onto the roof for a minute. Okay? Just a minute. I just need to— KORE | No, no, no.

[Carlo and Sybil laughing] KORE | [laughs] Really?

[Music, laughter, conversations] KORE | Moon goddess …

[Paparazzi chattering, cameras flashing]

#cw drugs #ts4 story #sims story #sims 4 story #royal sims #simblr #ts4 legacy #1992.story.post #1992.a1 #1992.e04

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autisticsupervillain · 3 months ago

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FTF: How Powerful Is?

A prolonged breakdown on a character detailing all their scaling, powers, stats, skill, and abilities to determine exactly how powerful they are.

This Week's Character.....

Oz!

Power:

Oz is, quite shockingly, explicitly one of the most powerful characters across the entire Monster Prom franchise. Oz was one of the Ancient Gods created by The Nothingness and is the physical embodiment of Fear itself. His role, which they rejected to live as an ordinary mortal, was to destroy all of existence, wiping out all life across Monster Prom's multiverse.

This means he scale's as a threat to Monster Prom's entire cosmology, which is absolutely huge. Monster Prom's multiverse contains infinite alternate timelines with several universal realms within each of them. Every timeline can contain the realms of Heaven, Hell, The Ghost Zone, The Human Realm, The Monster Realm, and countless others, all of which require interdimensional portals to be accessed. Even our own universe is secondary to the Monster Realm as the "main realm".

Moreover, each pf these universes can contain countless smaller Metaverses, infinitely smaller digital universes layered within each other that one can travel deeper and deeper into for hours without ever hitting a limit, suggesting potentially infinite dimensional layers within each universe.

As such, Oz is capable of posing a threat to an infinite multiverse, with each individual universe contain numerous realms the size of our own and thousands of, if not potentially infinite, dimensional layers. Keep in mind that digital universes being both actual universes and having different dimensional properties is consistent as a rule within Monster Prom, as shown in the first game where Calculester created a digital universe that he could alter the dimensionality of. This all adds up to Oz being High Hyperversal to two layers into Outerversal in sheer raw power for posing a threat to his entire cosmology, even if just over time.

Speed:

Speed is thankfully a lot simpler. The Ancient Deities explicitly predate Time itself and Oz can easily process the entire history of the universe is seconds.

This is pretty simple immeasurable-infinite speed.

Powers:

This is where shit goes well and truly off the rails.

Magic:

Magic in Monster Prom is an omnipresent energy source the permeates all of existence. Only the Human Realm is beyond its grasp. This is because Magic is created as an after effect of the sheer raw power Oz and other ancient Deities emanate at all times.

As such, any ability that can be archieved with magic if something that Oz should be able to do, as any magic that a character uses is something that simply pours out of him passively.

Keep in mind, magic in this franchise is capable of doing some utterly ridiculous things. The feat where Oz experienced the entirety of time was as a result of a spell cast onto them. People have created interdimensional portals, summoned demons that warped the fabric of reality, transmuted people and objects, sent the moon crashing down to Earth, and even folded time itself, turning several years into just a few seconds.

Eldritch and Abstract Physiology

Scaling to Zoe, Oz power's border on the completely absurd. From the power to eat sanity and concepts to the ability devour souls and reduce people to atoms. Both Oz and Zoe may have stopped living as Gods, but Zoe can still lean into the eldritch horror from time to time.

As for the "reality collapses when it loses an embodiment of an abstract concept" thing.... I've since changed my mind on that. While the True Power thing is still just a rumor, Hope's death causing the end of reality seems majorly contingent on.... well, Hope. It's because without Hope everything gives into despair and everything dies. It's a rule of the Hope concept specifically and runs counter to Oz emboding a different concept entirely. Not that it should matter, as Oz should be able to just create interdimensional portals like anyone else, so removing them from reality still shouldn't matter....

Protagonist Powers

All of this combines into some truly ridiculous Toon Force to turn Oz into a truly unstoppable monster.... when he wants to be. Which is generally never. From stealing a character's relevance to the plot to turning reality off and on again and even willingly becoming one with all of existence.

Thankfully, Oz is held back by a mixture of overwhelming social anxiety, an insatiable horniness for his fellow classmates, and a genuine desire to no longer be the monster they once were. Living as a mortal gave them genuine connections and friendships that they've never gotten before and Oz would likely never be willing to give those relationships up.

But, if you threaten any of their friends, or worse, stand between him and his comedic sexapades, then watch out! Because you're boxing with one of this dating sim's all time heavy weight champions. An eldritch dork with unfathomable power.

Conclusion:

Truth be told, I wasn't as able to go into detail on this one as I would've liked. Tumblr's picture limits really did a lot to hinder me from going in depth on Oz's powers this time around. I have the scans for every single ability I mention here, I just can't post them because ten picture cap.

His standing in the wider cosmology made going into detail on lower ends of the verse meaningless. Who cares if Damien can punch the sun or Calculester can nuke the moon when we're talking eldritch abominations. Depite being by far the most powerful and versatile character to get one of these rundowns to date.... Oz didn't need much explaining.

How Powerful is Oz? Yes. What can he do? Yes (So long as it's funny). Funny how that sorta paradox works out.

#fictional throwdown fridays #how strong is?#monster prom #oz yellow #power scaling #death battle

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lifes-line · 5 months ago

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DEFO DEFO TAZ SPOILERS

So one of my favorite taz aus is what I call "the replacement au" or the "Lup Au" which is basically what if it was Taako who died or went missing and it was Magnus, Merle, and Lup working for the BOB

In which case that poses a lot of questions for each arc so lemme tell you my theories on how it would've gone

Here they be gerblins:

Lup has always had a horrible ache in her heart. She wouldn't call it depression but no matters how hard she tries to move on and forget. She has always felt something painful and missing in her heart. Like someone ripped out a huge half of it and left her with the rest. She's had this feeling all her lonely life as a single child and no matter what magic she used on herself or how many people she surrounded herself with... she couldn't escape that feeling... Magnus and Merle somehow helped though. Being the absolute dumbasses they are.

Lup finds herself flirting with barry blue jeans and disappointed he wont be joining them later-

Lup sees Taako's skeleton/corpse and takes the wizard hat and his glave(or whatever his magical weapon he made during their year of artificing was)

She feels drawn to the phoenix fire gauntlet and she teases about putting it on alot(before phandalin goes to shit), she also gives it a high five but she isnt dumb enough to put it on and understands how dangerous it is and how devestating the events that follow are

Lunar interlude one

Lucretia is baffled to see lup having taako's things on but thats not important

im gonna say Lup gets pretty similar things to taako since they are the same class(just different schools of magic)

She doesn't fuck with leon as much as taako does but she still does of course

Murder on the rock port limited:

They get on the train without charm person but of course theyre still "not who they appear to be" as merle keeps loudly insisting they kill the ticket guy

Lup respects angus but they dont get close as he does with Taako so instead Angus gets closer with Magnus though Lup does offer to teach angus some magic lessons

Smokes that crab

Pretty much all of the taako things except she might be a lil less dramatic about the drink cart

Petals to the metal

Lup and hurley are bffs dont even trip

Lup defo found Sloane attractive but backed off when she found out she was taken

also found captain captain bane attractive

a quip of "My type are hardcore nerds with those obnoxious spectacles and sexy science facts"

Lup either picks a mongoose mask or goes with a phoenix I imagine

She would threaten the guards to get into the hammerhead base at first but then switch up to help out Merle's plan - or she'd just straight up kill the last guy and hit em with the "I forgot about that"

Since theres no way to absorb the arcane core she makes it explode and it works just as well

You can assume she has taakos position in the car ride, but most likely she cannot summon Garyl and instead klaarg comes in and saves merle and later her

Red robe shows up and shes the only one who fucking remembers the director telling them about them and she is the only one to insist they dont listen to him

but they do anyway and she gets majorly suspicious

Small lunar interlude:

Fuck Lucas but not fuck him but yknow

Oh yeah the red robe? "I want to let you know I am the only one who actually remembered we should've bounced"

Crystal Kingdom

Oooh transmutation relic not her thing

She cooks tho

Lucretia? "That's such a cute ass name, I'm gonna start calling you Lucy"

can i also have a red suit

that pink thing looks like salt

Also in consensus Lucas in fact a huge asshole.

Actually answers buddy bots question/riddles within the first two minutes

Yeah ill go into the elevator world? Oh no cockroaches? Yeah Lup makes fun of merle for liking cockroaches and then kills the one he missed.

They meet N03ll3 which is great and all but what do you mean you keep picking up lich activity

Go into Lucas's room cause Lup disguises self

Ok I dont know what a lich is why do you keep harassing me

Merle loses an arm oh fuck

Also gonna kill Lucas

fine lets learn some science

oh its that red bitch again - Lup is only not running because her boys wanna hear this too and also this lich is like weirdly flirting with her

"It's... Lup, where did you get that hat?" "Oh this? I took it off of some skeleton on our first adventure." "... oh my god.. you.. you found him... you..."

Weird I just made this lich who was flirting with me upset about my dope ass hat

YEAH SHES BEEN WEARING TAAKOS WIZARD HAT THIS WHOLE ASS TIME

skipping a bit woah oil can time

woah the crystal guy is back and instead of merle being the most dangerous its Luuuuuup? Whyyyyy????

"Wait haven't I seen you before?" He asks Lup and she tilts her head. The crystal shakes his head. "Nevermind. one second-"

Guys hes calling me a lich or possessed by one what do I do

Kick ass, Not tentacling dick ew, lucas there you are - woah magnus

Oh its the grim reaper, No we are not being shipped together-

Lore

"And you, Lup. Are still dead." "... Sorry what-" "You're dead?" "Nah I still got my hit points, I mean I'm bruised and bloody but I'm still alive." "Yeah is this maybe another Lup... or...?" "No. She's a lich. She is an undead entity that must be locked away in the eternal stockade." "How about fuck that (tries to kick his ass)"

More lore

YoU ATE THE WHAT

Oh hi kravitz, can you look pass this posession if I promise to have someone free me? And if this lich leaves me so im not a vessel anymore you can come get it, trust "... I.. I cannot let a lich get out of my sight." "Bro I cannot fight you anymore." "Well, it would be more dangerous if you died but you refuse to come peacefully." "I dont think Im a lich I just think im posessed - we've done a lot of crazy shit in our adventures-" bla bla bla fine its settled

We'll debrief in a sec ig here lemme uhh. i dont have transmutation its so over , just shape the damn stone and idk someone else can do magic right?

Debriefing oh yeah the red robe was there, yeah i lowkey dont really trust you, ok fine i can settle

They dont talk about the deaths to lucy in canon but after the debriefing Lup gathers the boys up and talks to them "Hey so you know how he called me an undead evil lich. so like... lets not tell the director and merle can you like perform an exorcism or something just to see if its true?" "Uh I have detective good and evil?" "Dope." And NOTHING HAPPENS BECAUSE LUP ISNT EVIL- but merle does detect some necromantic energy radiating off her whole being but he doesnt have like a spell to fix her so theyre like lets not worry about it rn

Lunar interlude

Alright angus this is magic, cooking? Why the fuck would i teach you how to cook

Ok you got me i grew up by myself in a lonesome life as a vendor but i didnt cook or anything I just spent my whole life doing side jobs and saving people. yeah fire is my speciality but like i wouldnt recommend it for you cause its literally fire. and youre a kid.

Whered I get the glave? A skeleton from a cave. He was wearing a red robe so lowkey maybe im possessed by his spirit but like... doubt.

Eleventh hour

I believe in you ango

woah we're here

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU FIGHTING THE WORMS LEAVE THEM ALONE THEYRE JUST BABIES

alright lets get this bread - bye avi - hello clay perosn. roswell? ok Wow that statue sure is red what the fuck

"This is bad.. this is a bad thing i did." Yeah I kept it.

Hi Cassidy im sure we can be besties

woah earthquake

Lets go in the inn, oh hello pretty elf lady, ok she doesnt care about me wdym you know magnus - guys wait dont make me talk to her alone

"Why do you live in a bubble?" "Lup." "WHAT?"

I wanna meet paloma fuck you guys

I will go to town on these scones, you need gold can I trade you anything else

I can hardly remember these goddamn loops so lets assume that lup and taako do alot of the same shit except she doesnt steal any of this shit -

Put him in a bubble... ok-

Hi Istus, What's this? Not a bag of holding? "This item... has the ability to bring back anyone from the dead, as long as they have been deceased for at least over a decade." "Oh this could be useful for all the guys you killed!" "Yeah!" "Well... you could save it too but... yes I suppose so?" "But only for over a decade." "Why the fuck is that so specific?" "STOP SWEARING IN FRONT OF CHRISTMAS" "ITS ISTUS"

Ok get that cup

Fuck you issak

WOAH ITS THE CUP BACKSTORY TIME; Besides the long periods of static and weirdly fuzzy childhood, Lup's biggest regret in her life? Well she didn't have anything really. She didn't put any of her skills to good use.. except once. She was performing her evocation magic for money and it got out of hand. She seriously injured an innocent person that resulted in their death. "Lup... that is your biggest regret. But it hasn't happened yet. If you claim me, we can go back and save that life. They would have never died. We can go back and save them."

thats the best i can do

Lup probably takes the longest to think this over because she cant handle the fact she murdered an innocent but Magnus's speak of "Tell me what happens if we dont do this" convinces her to stay

DONT KILL THE WORM YOU BITCHES, LISTEN TO JUNE

FREEDOM

Oh fuck its that red robe again - no we dont fucking trust you

"You don't... You don't trust me...?" He looks to Lup, and floats down to her level. Despite his occasional flattery and softness when he speaks to her, lowering himself and looking her in the eye pulls at something invisible in her heart. Something she hasn't felt in forever. "Lup...? You don't trust me?" "I don't even know you." The red robe whispers some more things and electricity flies off of him as he vanishes.

Hi Paloma oh a vision? "In your hour of greatest need, you will receive help from the forgotten one."

Ok back home - oh fuck IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER?

Lets fight? OK!

Lunar interlude

Date at the chug n squeeze? Wrong. Battle of the century. Almost.

Lup v Kravitz the two face off with Kravitz just trying to knock Lup out so he can safely transfer her into the astral plane without her dying

Lup, who doesnt think shes a lich, is just trying not to die.

They dont do this on the moon, they do this in neverwinter

IS THAT THE FUCKING RED ROBE?

As he saves you. As you're down you feel something phase through you as a red robe walks through your body and presents itself in front of Kravitz. He emits that same electricity off of his body and Kravitz looks baffled but only rifts a hole into the astral plane. "You're coming with me." As the battle is only beginning the red robe whispers to you, Lup; "Run."

PURCHASES THE RAGING FLAMING POISONING SWORD OF DOOM

Suffering game

Hey lucy, oh youre not fifty? Oh thats lowkey kind of fucked "Luckily as an elf i dont think i have to worry about that... sorry-"

Maggy where the fuck are you going

I feel like Lup would either follow magnus or magnus would defo ask Lup to help break out robi, so she does.

MAGNUS YOU FUCKING KILLED THEM-

Oh fuck get me out of here fighting these monsters

Lord artemis sterling and his bodyguards... cool.. ok

nvm lydia is hot

Ok this sucks

Lup gets the same sacrifices as Taako, so she takes the bad luck, shes fine with losing some life, hands? No Im not giving you my hand, fuck. MY APPEARENCE...? Yeah i dont care.

Chooses trust instead of forsake.

"Why should this person chose you?" "Uhh... Cause I'm hot as fuck." *applauds*

SAVES MAGNUS OFC - Oh is that the grim reaper? So Lup actually does try to save Kravitz cause lowkey she wants to be on good terms with him

Is that the red robe-

WE'RE TRUSTING HIM NOW????

her ghost looks ... weird.

Its nearly impossible to kill Edward, except when he's a lich. So. That's actually when Lup gets an idea. And she dies. Like full on explodes herself.

LICH LUP WOOOOOO

As soon as Lup is free from her body, her very very death and actually burning corpse. Everything hits her very slowly and soon all at once. So instead of killing edward immediately Lup instantly panics and starts to lose her cool... until "Lup?" She hears Barry's voice. It's not her anchor but it's enough to remind her of the situation at hand.

Lup destroys edward, so lydia destroys magnus's body

As Magnus sees Lup's liches form he isn't surprised, because he remembers when Lup sat down and told them all(?) about her and ... somebody's decision to become a lich... WAIT WHAT

Lup demands more answers from Barry and Magnus does the same, Barry is more sweet about it to Lup than Magnus

Merle is looking at Lup and Barry with upmost confusion and WHAT IS GOING ON????

To Barry's cave! Hey why is there two pods here

"So... I'm really glad actually, Lup, that you're here. And you're back... and as much as i wanna stop the end of the world to kiss you... We gotta move. We both saved what we could from our corporeal forms - mine is a bit more fresh but yours is back from the [starblaster]... so ... I actually don't know what you'll remember but youre gonna need it if we wanna get back on that moon base and confront Lucretia."

Merle can't hear anything and he is so confused, Magnus can understand this all and contiens demanding answers- before they both enter the tank, Magnus gets Lup's outfit while Merle pulls out deniem blue jeans AND WAIT BARRY AS IN BARRY BLUE JEANS?? beFORE THEY DO THIS

Lup looks to Barry and asks where Taako is. The name sounds familiar to Magnus, but his head is splitting in two before he can remember such a person. Barry can't bring himself to reply so he simply tells Lup he isn't sure but he doesn't have high hopes.

As they both go into their own tanks, Barry doesnt know anybody or anything. Lup steps out and she throws on her outfit and demands answers from magnus and merle of what happened after she died. "Am I a lich? Am I posessed? IS THAT BARRY?" And why is barry still so goddamn attractive?

Barry looks at Lup like shes the love of his life and actually starts being timid and nervous around her

Magnus tries explaining but once its all static the idea of another void fish comes to mind... PLANNING

BACK TO THE MOON BASE

heres the relic, magnus is dead, fuck you.

Oh hi angus, the truth? uhhhh i guess we can tell you oh is that zone of truth. dammit barry-

SECOND VOID FISH?

Oh my god........ my brother is dead. Taako is dead.

Hi Lucy, "I'm gonna fucking kill you now." But Barry holds Lup back as her fire wall is pathetic against her shield.

"I'm so sorry Lup but.. the pain was too unbearable. Taako.. Taako is gone. And he's not coming back."

Story and Song

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT-

As all hope seems lost after Lup remembers the other half of her heart, Barry and Lup are refusing to die because they cant be liches forever. They dont have anything to go back to-

She remembers Paloma's prophecy, and Istus's gift. It's a simple ritual - a simple spell and only thinking of her brother she casts it. And Lup almost loses it again when nothing happens.

It takes too much but Lucretia is the one who channels a spell to crush these beats in their own shield before she vanishes. ANd now we gotta do other shit yay

Lup and Barry and sent to find the ship but she can't bring herself to do so... "I... I know we're supposed to save the world and everything Barry but... but what's the point... without Taako here with us?"

Barry does what he can to comfort his fiance before he notices the sphere of black glass. "Listen.. do you remember in lucas's lab when we was going over everything?" "Ye.. yeah?" Barry takes a breath to elaborate but Lup cuts him off. "Barry you know transumtation isn't my school of magic." "I know but..." He points to the glave she's holding. "It's his."

And with that they feather fall down and give it a try.

While Barry begins to fight for his life - with the help of Lucas who joins them, Lup continuously tries and fails to open this portal. She slams her head against her own creation and curses Taako for not being here. How is she supposed to go on when Taako is gone? And she didn't even get to grieve? Or say goodbye? And why did Istus lie to her?

And then a rift in space opens. And there he is. Taako appears in his red robe without his hat or his weapon. Lup feels a hand on her shoulder suddenly as she hears her brother's voice say "Don't worry Lulu, I have magical powers." And when he touches his weapon to the sphere it's like an explosion goes off.

"Taako! Where'd you open that portal to?!" "The Astral Plane."

When Lup sees Kravitz (and he looks fucking awful.) behind him she suddenly flips out; "ARE YOU DATING THE GRIM REAPER?" "SHUT UP"

But it doesn't last long before Lup embraces Taako tightly.

TAAKO ONLY CAME BACK BECAUSE MEREL RECONNECTED WITH THE GODS BTW SO ISTUS COULDNT HOLD UP HER END OF THE DEAL UNTIL SHE WAS BACK-

OK SHIP TIME WE GET TOGETHER EVERYONE IS PISSED AT LUCRETIA BUT as theyre discussing the science behind it she suddenly offers, looking at the tres horny boys briefly that there is a third option. Thanks Paloma.

Taako stays on the plane to fight while Lup, sure she wont lose him again, kicks the hungers ass.

Epilogue, everything is pretty much the same because lup doesnt wanna run a school for magic and now that taako was apparently routing for lup in the astral plane the whole time shes off the hook

THE END YAYAYAYA

EDIT I KNOW I HAVE MORE WOOHOO:

Why does Taako die? Why does he care?

Well, Taako knew he couldn't just rely on a dance to cheer up Lup - so Taako decided he was going to do something good and destroy his sister's relic. Obviously he can resist the temptation but Cyrus Rockseeker does not. Taako blasts him with his glave(or clave or whatever) into the safe but ultimately dies.

We then we Taako wake up in the astral plane, behind the bars of the eternal stockade where a skeleton stands before him checking off a list. He says something in a cockney accent along the lines of "Finally, I've been lookin' for you."

"Crazy accent you go there Ghostrider, where am I?" "You're in the Astral Plane, Taako. Finally. You wouldn't happen to know where your others friends are? They're supposed to be locked up in here with you."

"... What-"

AND OVER THE TIME TAAKO SUCCESSFULLY FLIRTS AND SEDUCES KRAVITZ ESP POST CRYSTAL KINGDOM ARC AND THATS WHY THEYRE DATING NOW OK COOL-

#taz #merle highchurch #the adventure zone #magnus burnsides #taz lucretia #taako #taako from tv #the adventure zone balance #taz lup #barry bluejeans

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whump-card · 18 days ago

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Undertaking Alchemy: Chapter 5: Contaminated Sample

CW: intimate whumper, violence, violent noncon, negative self talk, potentially off-putting interaction with bodily fluids

Previous, Next, Masterlist

Read on Ao3!

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At the end of the day, Ailen had two more potions of copper transmutation, and five failures.

The wizard wasn’t happy.

“It can’t happen overnight,” Ailen said, voice wobbling, backing away from Edelgard, “Research like this takes time, experiments take time-”

Edelgard surged forward and slapped Ailen across the face before grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

“Time? Time? You’ve had time!” he threw Ailen to the floor, “I give you everything you need, and you still can’t make it happen! Greatest alchemist in the world, bah!” He spat on Ailen, the glob hitting the alchemist’s burning cheek.

Ailen swiped the spittle away, ducking his head.

“I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry!” he cried, “Please give me more time! Let me try again.”

Edelgard stood over him for a moment, breath loud and heavy.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he accused with a hint of amusement, “You’re refusing to make the stone on purpose, so that I will treat you poorly!”

“No!” Ailen said quickly, panic rising further, “No, no, no, please, I don’t want that, don’t – don’t hurt me!” His voice cracked, and he pressed his hands against the floor behind him, pulling himself away from Edelgard.

“No, I know what you want,” Edelgard growled, and dropped swiftly to one knee to grab Ailen’s ankle. “If I give you what you want, will you make the stone for me?” His leering smiled showed the truth – this was what he wanted. What Ailen wanted couldn’t matter any less to him.

Ailen jerked his leg, failing to pull away.

“Please don’t,” he begged, “Please don’t!”

Edelgard yanked, dragging Ailen closer, and grabbed the buckle of his apron belt.

“Stop!” Ailen screamed. Something about this time was entirely different, and it was setting his nerves ablaze. Edelgard was too close to him – Edelgard was touching him, and the old man’s eyes were alight with a level of sadism that chilled Ailen to his core.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” the wizard hissed, snapping open the buckle.

Ailen pulled in his free leg and pressed his foot against Edelgard’s chest, pushing himself away as he straightened his leg. He twisted, finally escaping the wizard’s grasp as he rolled onto his stomach and got up on all fours. Edelgard grabbed the back of his shirt, and Ailen lifted a foot forward to get it underneath himself to rise – but his apron fell loose. He unwittingly stepped on the leather apron and, when he tried to stand, jolted hard against the strap around his neck as the apron pulled taut. Ailen fell, slamming his elbows into the floor, and heard Edelgard’s cruel wheezing laugh. The hand on his shirt pulled to the side, bringing Ailen down onto his hip with a thump. Recognizing the apron as an obstacle, Ailen rolled onto his back and threw it off. The delay, however, allowed Edelgard to advance; he loomed over Ailen on all fours, boxing him in, panting with effort from the struggle.

“Is this how you like to play?” he goaded, and grabbed at Ailen’s crotch, “You like to play rough?”

Acting on instinct, Ailen smashed the heel of his hand into Edelgard’s nose. It felt very ineffective, but the wizard jerked back with an “Ah!” nonetheless. Ailen scrambled backwards out from underneath his captor and finally managed to stand, stumbling away. He made it a few steps before slowing.

“Where are you running to?” Edelgard voiced Ailen’s thoughts, “There’s nowhere to go!”

Ailen looked back at Edelgard, who was rising to his feet.

“Please,” Ailen raised his hands in front of him, “I’ll… I’ll undress for you, I’ll,” he gulped, “I’ll dance, I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t touch me.”

Edelgard rolled his shoulders and stared at him, eyes like ice and death.

“We’re past that.”

The wizard finally resorted to the mage hands. A flick of his wrist, and a small army of them descended upon Ailen. They seized his arms, his legs, his waist, fingers digging in to fabric and flesh. Ailen felt his braids fall loose and as he opened his mouth in a strangled cry of sheer horror his own hair ribbon was slotted between his teeth and tied tightly at the back of his head to gag him. The silk bit into his cheeks, soaking up his tears.

The undressing began. This time, the hands – Edelgard – took little care. Ailen’s shirt was ripped open, buttons popping. His arms were twisted straight behind him and the shirt dragged off with such force that it left fabric burns on his skin. His trousers and undershorts were yanked down around his ankles, his shoes left on.

A mage hand swept across the main table, knocking things to the floor; jars and flasks smashed, ink spilled, Ailen’s notes fluttered away. The alchemist was hauled, hobbled by his own clothes, and bent face-down over the table. He wept loudly through the gag, stuttering panicked sobs.

The hands on him dissipated, leaving only two; one heavy in the center of his back, and one at his hip. They were warm against his skin. Corporeal. Ailen struggled against them, pushing his palms into the table to try to rise; but Edelgard was strong. And Ailen was weak. A month, at least, of no long evening walks, no riding to the next town, no carrying heavy crates of reagents out of storage; there was only this one tower room, and half eaten meals, and the exhaustion of terror.

The hand on Ailen’s back deepened in pressure, and he felt an aura of heat as Edelgard bent over him to whisper into his ear, breathing out the stench of sulfur.

“You’re being so good for me, Ailen.”

The hand on Ailen’s hip traveled, slipping between his legs. He grunted and jerked his hips desperately, trying to get away as they sought upwards, into the plush wetness there.

“Sh, sh, sh,” Edelgard soothed, “I know how much you want it, just wait, be good for me.”

Ailen could only scream wordlessly through the gag, lifting his head and banging it into the table as the old man’s fingers slipped into him with an unsettling lack of resistance. Edelgard groaned.

“Your cunt is so soft,” he whispered, and Ailen’s vision tunneled. He felt something hot against his leg – Edelgard’s cock, grinding against him. Saliva flooded his mouth as his stomach threatened to revolt. His heart pounded harder than perhaps it ever had and yet, felt useless. His limbs were leaden. His thoughts were an indecipherable cacophony dominated by a singular soloist of NO, NO, NO.

The fingers withdrew, and Ailen felt something different pressing against his slick entrance. Edelgard was guiding his cock in; as lubricated as he was, Ailen whined as the member stretched him open, forcing its way inwards before twitching back a hair, then plunging farther. A sick groan, foreign to his own ears, seeped out of Ailen’s stretched mouth. He was an animal, frightened out of his humanity, beaten out of his rational mind. His fingernails dug into the table, clawing lines in the spotty finish.

“You like that?” said Edelgard, “I know you like that – God, you’re so good and tight.”

Edelgard’s hips pressed against Ailen’s ass as the wizard fully buried himself. He began rolling his hips, fucking the alchemist slow. Ailen’s breath surged jaggedly in and out, a useless frenzied arhythmic burn through his throat, catching on frothing spittle that slowly soaked into his ribbon gag. The few remaining bottles and jars on the table rattled, and the wooden legs squeaked in time with Edelgard’s movements.

Edelgard straightened from leaning over Ailen, standing tall, moving his hands to hold Ailen’s hips. The angle and grip allowed him to fuck into Ailen harder, deeper, pulling nearly out and ramming in. The driving force, as it were, behind his rough movements appeared to not only be his own pleasure but also Ailen’s pain. Even with the unwelcome but ultimately helpful lubrication of Ailen’s arousal, the intense friction burned the alchemist’s delicate interior. Ailen whimpered with each impact, the vocalizations coming unbidden and hardly noticed among the many overwhelming sensations of the assault. Ailen’s feet were light on the floor, grinding glass beneath the soles of his shoes. The edge of the table cut into him with each thrust Edelgard made. His eyes refused to focus, and his palms were slick with sweat against the wooden surface.

“That’s right,” Edelgard panted, “Fuck…”

As Edelgard’s ecstatic curses bounced off Ailen’s ears his hands, unthinkingly, began to search. He pushed himself up on one elbow, his other arm reaching out, fingers groping loose papers, knocking over little vials, closing around the neck of a hefty flask.

“Oh, come now Ailen, be good for me.”

A mage hand closed around Ailen’s wrist, twisting it until he gave up the flask. It tipped from his hand and rolled off the table, shattering when it hit the floor. Ailen’s arm was wrenched behind him, pinning him down against the table once more. Another hand seized the top of his head, forcing it to turn painfully far to the side.

“Look at me, Ailen, there’s a good lad. Come on, look at me.”

It took the repetition for the command to reach Ailen through the wall of terror. He couldn’t even think to disobey; his eyes pressed hard to the edge of his vision where Edelgard loomed, finding his tormentor's face. The wizard laughed.

“I felt that! You’re enjoying this. You’re a little slut for pain and control, aren’t you?”

Edelgard lifted a hand and brought it down hard on Ailen’s ass. Ailen jolted, his cry a moment delayed by the sheer horror overwhelming his senses and thoughts, engulfing his entire body with a sickly weak sensation. He couldn’t drag his gaze away from Edelgard, his eyes locked onto the wizard’s like a poisonous anchor, holding him in place while simultaneously draining the life from him.

Edelgard’s eyelids lowered as he gazed at Ailen, a slanted, euphoric smile on his face. His thrusts became less punishing and rhythmic, growing erratic as his back curved and he tilted his pelvis up, nearly lifting Ailen off the table as his fingers dug into the alchemist’s hips.

Ailen stopped breathing when he felt the wet heat flood into him. Edelgard groaned and cursed.

“Fuck… Fuck, you’re so good, Ailen.”

Edelgard pulled out quickly, making Ailen gasp and remember to breathe. All hands left him; Ailen slid off the table and crumpled to the floor, the impacts on his bruised body fuzzy and muffled. Pricks of broken glass filtered through as he lay there, then Edelgard’s face leaning over him, too close. Fingers dug the gag out of his mouth.

“Say thank you,” Edelgard pressed a hand to Ailen’s cheek, “Come now, say thank you.”

There was no other thought to interrupt Ailen’s obedience. He formed the words with his mouth, though he made no noise; luckily the wizard was satisfied. Edelgard stood.

“Don’t let it all leak out and go to waste. Though, I suppose there’s more where that came from.”

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It took a while for rational thoughts to begin to repopulate Ailen’s mind. He registered that he was alone. He had… collected a sample. And that sample was oozing down his thigh.

All Ailen could focus on in the moment was the fact that the sample was contaminated. It was mixed with his own bodily fluids – surely that would change it’s reagent properties. He’d have to account for that variable in his experiments.

He’d have to recreate that variable if it produced results.

Regardless, he needed to get the sample into a vial or something. That was the next step. If he only focused on the one next step, maybe he could do it. Maybe he could do everything. Maybe he could go home.

Do better. Be better.

Ailen pressed a palm into the floor, into fragments of shattered glass. The new pain awakened him more, and he became aware of the silence ringing in his ears – no gasping, no crying, no grunting, no rattling – just his own faint breath, and the occasional tinkling of the disturbance of glass shards, undercut by a piercing reverberation within his ears.

Ailen rolled onto his back, knees up, more glass prickling into his skin. Slowly, he sat up, one arm supporting him and the other picking at the knot of the ribbon gag. It no longer physically hindered him, but it did mentally, to have the spit- and tear-soaked silk touching his neck. He loosed it, and threw it away from him. Then he twisted, reaching wincingly to open a cabinet and grab a small empty vial. He curled in on himself, parting his knees – his feet were still tangled in his trousers and undershorts, but one thing at a time – and scraping the edge of the vial along the inside of his thigh to collect the milky drip. Taking a sharp breath, he then spread the folds between his legs and set the vial in place to catch whatever might leak out of him, and tilted his hips forward. He waited, becoming increasingly aware now that he was interacting with his sensitive parts how desperate they were for attention. His clit throbbed and his whole groin buzzed, worked up by the horrible friction of the rape and expecting, against all odds, an orgasm.

Ailen only realized he’d acknowledged it as a rape when the tears pattered down onto his stomach. He pushed the thought down, but it fought its way back.

You were raped and you enjoyed it.

His guts flipped and, to his disgust, blood pounded harder through his groin. A terrible compulsion seized him, like the instinct to pick at a scab; he repeated the thought, engaged with it.

You enjoyed it.

You’re fucking sick.

His breath rose, his pulse raced, his body reacting to the accusation with arousal. Ailen shook his head violently, his neck aching in protest. He sniffled, focused his attention on the vial; fluid was slowly slithering into it, but not fast enough. Impulsively, half hoping it would hurt, he plunged his fingers into himself and scooped more fluid out. It didn’t hurt; his insides were soft and plush, engorged with blood. He wiped his fingers on the edge of the vial, getting as much slime into the vessel as possible. The smell hit him abruptly: the musk and sweat and sour and sweet, undercut by the wizard’s tell-tale sulfur. Ailen’s stomach leapt into his throat and he turned his head to press his mouth against his shoulder, gritting his teeth and suppressing the urge to expel his guts.

He had enough in the vial. He had to have enough. He reached up and set the vial on the table, then wiped his hands off on his bunched-up trousers. It took of moment of deliberation for him to decide to just remove the restrictive clothes. He pushed the trousers and undershorts off over his shoes. He grabbed the edge of the table and, gritting glass under his soles, slowly rose. Shards of glass that had stuck to the sweat of his rear clung for a moment before falling away and chiming onto the floor. Each impact made him wince, the sound too loud in the ringing silence of the lab. Ailen blinked hard, fighting to think of the next step.

Marbles.

Ailen shuffled slowly out of the center of the laboratory, sticky hands moving from surface to surface to support himself. After managing to cross the short distance to the door and pull on the cord next to it, attached to some faraway bell, he sank to the floor and leaned against the wall. He hugged his knees to his chest, sniffling, shaking, plucking absently at his stockings. Waiting for Marbles left a dangerous gap in activity. His thoughts bubbled up, disorganized and needling. He couldn’t ever tell Mila about this. He needed to come up with plans for the new sample. What would he tell her? What would he tell anyone? The alteration on the Erminian wash could be pushed further, maybe with some additional organic elements. Or calcium. Calcium might do the trick. He’d have to tell some half-truth. Yes – captured by an evil wizard, anyone would believe that, it wasn’t absurd at all.

The bolt scraping startled him. Marbles entered, mechanically closing the door behind it, and almost seemed to do a double take when it saw Ailen sitting next to the door.

“Marbles,” Ailen croaked, his voice foreign. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Marbles, can you run a bath for me, please?”

Marbles stared at him. Ailen squirmed a little, looking away. Eventually the homunculus wandered off, and dragged the wooden tub Ailen bathed in regularly out from under the bed. Then it fetched a hose out of a lab cabinet, attaching one end to the faucet of the sink and dropping the other into the tub. Ailen watched each movement, practically narrating them to himself, somehow knowing that a loss of focus might lead him down a dark path in his own head. As the tub filled, Marbles found a foxtail and pan where they were stashed under one table and began sweeping up the broken glass, depositing it in the lab’s refuse bin. It gathered up the scattered papers, wiped up spilled ink with a rag. It even capped the vial of… the sample, setting it safely aside. Then it turned the water off, and it was only when the construct was approaching him that Ailen realized it was time for him to move. He shifted his feet, pressing a hand against the wall, but to his surprise Marbles nearly ran to close the distance between them, falling to one knee and offering its hands. Ailen looked up at the homunculus, his eyes refusing to focus.

“Thank you, Marbles,” he said, taking the construct’s hands. Together they rose, and Ailen leaned on Marbles heavily as he hobbled over to the tub. Marbles supported him while he kicked off his shoes and peeled off his stockings, and cautiously stepped into the bath. It was warm, but not so hot as to be irritating on his small cuts. The tub wasn’t terribly large, but it was large enough for Ailen to sit down with his knees up, the water halfway up his thighs. The small lacerations from the broken glass stung when the water met them, but Ailen didn’t have it in him to wince anymore. Once settled, his wandering bleary gaze fell on the bar of soap and washcloth at the sink; and almost before he opened his mouth and raised a hand to point Marbles was fetching them for him.

“Thank you, Marbles,” he said again as he received the washing implements. He rolled around the typical idea of a bath in his head, trying to think of anything else he might need.

“You may go, Marbles.”

At first Ailen thought Marbles was displaying its usual awkwardness and delay, but it become clear that the homunculus wasn’t moving.

“I…” Ailen swallowed hard, finding a lump in his throat and fresh tears in his eyes, “I’ll be alright, Marbles. You can go. Please go.”

At last, Marbles turned and ambled away. It seemed to take one more look around the laboratory, surveying the scene, before finally leaving, the bolt thunking into place behind it.

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shatter-song · 5 months ago

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okay so surjtwt hq was jokingly discussing killing surge (jokingly) and someone mentioned that her regeneration would prevent her from being killed. and of course, that got me thinking,

How much does the Metal Virus do for Surge and Kit?

this is gonna be a long (not that long) analysis (and theory really)

issue 15, we see first hand just what the Metal Virus does and its capabilities. specifically its healing factor. infected can tank hits to the point of where you can see THROUGH them and be healed no problem. maybe Eggman would’ve been alright with creating better healthcare

here is Surge. while the version of the virus inside of her is modified, it's healing factor is the same. it’s fast too. very fast. the only way to possibly kill them is (probably) to destroy them down to their atomic structure. literally leave nothing but dust left. why?

the Metal Virus doesn’t give anyone superpowers. it transmutes organic to robotic, that's its purpose. the virus had to be modified enough for Surge and Kit to not be infected while also retaining it’s healing properties. for what reason would Starline do this? their powers.

here’s my two cents: Surge’s powers are killing her. the robotic implants amplify her control of her natural bioelectricity to the point of electrokinetic superpower and the Metal Virus is healing her on the fly.

let me explain: a body’s bioelectricity is tied to its NATURAL healing factor. since Surge is shooting it all over the place, the virus is working to heal her wounds and regenerate her electricity and not shrivel up on the spot with no problems and Kit is safe is from this

(side note: this could be the reason as to why Shadow got infected despite having a perfect immune system. the virus transmutes at a faster rate than any one body could handle. add in the healing factor, and your body may not even register it, despite resembling a bacteriophage)

Kit is hydrokinetic, yes, but he can’t produce water. he needs water from an outside source. i don't believe there's a difference but with Surge, her powers differ from the type that charge a phone; bioelectricity is flow of ions while electricity is the flow of electrons

it’s likely that Kit has the same healing factor as Surge but he’s not in the same danger as she is when she uses her electrokinesis. however, the fact that he can RUN OUT of water, despite controlling it, is noteworthy, no? maybe we’ll find out more another time.

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D&D Homebrew | Spells: Poison Spells

Poison Spells

Twin Venom

Necromancy Cantrip

Casting Time: 1 Action Range: 60 feet Components: V, S Duration: Instantaneous Classes: Druid, Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard

A pair of ethereal fangs spring forth from you. Make a ranged spell attack for each fang. On a hit, the target takes 1d4 Poison damage. You can direct the fangs at the same target or at different ones.

Cantrip Upgrade. The damage of each attack increases by 1d4 when you reach levels 5 (2d4), 11 (3d4), and 17 (4d4).

Noxious Fumes

1st-level Evocation

Casting Time: 1 Action Range: Self (15 foot cone) Components: V, S Duration: Instantaneous Classes: Artificer, Druid, Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard

A puff of poisonous gas erupts from you in a 15-foot cone. Each creature in that area must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, a target takes 2d6 Poison damage and becomes Poisoned until the start of your next turn. On a successful save, a target takes half as much damage only.

Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot. The damage increases by 1d6 for each spell slot level above 1.

Poison Quills

1st-level Transmutation Casting Time: 1 Reaction, taken in response to taking damage from a creature within 5 feet of yourself Range: 5 feet Components: V, S Duration: Instantaneous Classes: Druid, Ranger, Wizard

You briefly puff up with poisonous quills to fend off your attacker. The target must make a Dexterity saving throw. On a failed save, it takes 2d4 Poison damage and gains Disadvantage on the next attack roll they make before the start of your next turn. On a sucessful save, the target takes half as much damage only.

Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot. The Poison damage increases by 2d4 for each spell slot level above 1.

Fumigation

3rd-level Necromancy

Casting Time: 1 Action Range: Self (10 foot emanation) Components: V, S, M (a single bean) Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute Classes: Druid, Ranger, Warlock, Wizard

A cloud of toxic gas swirls around you in a 10-foot Emanation for the duration.

When you cast this spell, you can designate creatures to be unaffected by it. Whenever the Emanation enters a creature’s space and whenever a creature enters the Emanation or ends its turn there, the creature must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, the creature takes 4d8 Poison damage and falls prone in a coughing fit. On a successful save, the creature takes half as much damage. A creature makes this save only once per turn.

Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot. The damage increases by 1d8 for each spell slot level above 3.

Viper's Kiss

6th-level Necromancy

Casting Time: 1 Action Range: Special Components: V, S, M (a serpent's fang) Duration: Instantaneous Classes: Druid, Warlock, Wizard

You materialize a small vial containing poison to be ingested by a creature. This vial lasts for 24 hours, before it and the poison crumble into dust. Alternatively, when you cast this spell, you may instead make a melee spell attack against a creature within 5 feet of you to inject the poison directly. A creature that ingests the poison or is hit with this attack is Poisoned for 1 minute.

While Poisoned by this spell, a creature has disadvantage on all Constitution saving throws it makes. At the start of each turn, the creature must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failure, the creature takes 2d10 Poison damage, increased by 2d10 each time the creature fails the save. On a successful save, the creature is no longer Poisoned and the spell ends.

This spell still affects creatures immune to Poison damage or the Poisoned condition, other than constructs. If a creature is immune to Poison damage, it is treated as resistant when taking damage from this spell. If a creature is immune to the Poisoned condition, it does not have Disadvantage on Constitution saving throws it makes while it is poisoned by this spell, and it has resistance to the spell's damage if it would not otherwise.

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imperator-titus · 5 months ago

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What have I been doing instead of writing or classwork? Modding BG3 and making my OCs, of course!

I posted pics before when I only had the vanilla game assets available.

First is the story's interpretation of what Astarion looked like before turning. Yes, I accept other interpretations of what he looked like, such as different eye colors or even his hair color. This is not what I believe to be the most-likely scenario for canon pre-vampirism Astarion.

(If you don't care about my story's OCs, then don't bother with the read more break. It is there as a courtesy to those who just want Astarion as well as to avoid how loooong this post will be.)

Mods used: Toarie's New Character Creation Presets (Andrei head, which I'm fairly certain is a tweaked Astarion with no bite marks, clearer skin, etc), Vessnelle's Hair Collection (M3, it's still not what I wanted but it was the best I could find, his hair should be more like ringlets and in a higher ponytail and no/different bangs) Other settings: Pallid Tone 1 Skin, Elf Gold 2 Eyes, White 3 + 75% Greying (Grey Neutral 2)

Eletha Nightstar/Lorelai Irithyl

Mods used: ASTRL Hair Color Supplement (Eletha has some more greying/highlighting involved) Changes for Lorelai: Toned down the make-up that was making Eletha look "tired", two blue eyes, No scars, No piercings, Less aging, Hair is vanilla "Sorcha Curls" Notes: I ended up not changing Eletha pretty much at all, all I would change is making her lips thinner Character Notes:

Class: Ranger (Subclass: Hunter)

Born: 1224 (268yo as of BG3), Dalelands

Race: High Elf (Moon elf)

Sex/Gender: Female/Cis

Orientation: Bisexual/Demisexual

Approx. 5 years older than Astarion

Last saw Astarion 1259 (233 years ago from BG3)

Fey's curse: Burns in a white flame every new moon

Highly skilled with Eladrin longsword, high pain tolerance, bitter old lemon of an adventurer

Folk Hero: not as famous as the Blade of Frontiers, but has probably done more and has a little following of adventurers, despite her best efforts to dissuade them

Left her family in 1260 after being forced to give birth

Magic Left (Gold) Eye: allows the wearer to see things as they were in memories

Quynn Irithyl

Mods: Toarie's New Character Creation Presets (Falorin head), Trips' Accessory Collection + Jerinski's Piercing Edits, Cerberry's Simple Hair (Hero) (Current Hair), Tav's Hair Salon (163) (Old Hair), ASTRL Hair Color Supplement

Pronounced "kwin"

Last name: Eletha's original last name

Born: 1260 (232 yo), Dalelands

Race: High Elf (Moon Elf)

Class: Ranger (In-game: Gloomstalker, 5e Monster Slayer)

Mellia (Melliana)

Mods: ASTRL Hair Color Supplement, Trips' Accessory Collection + Jerinski's Piercing Edits, Vessnelle's Hair Collection (F18), Frosty Faces (Allani Head)

Race: High Elf (Vampire)

Age: Unknown (Eletha thinks she's over 1000)

Sex/Gender: Female/Gender-fluid, but mostly Hyper-Femme

Orientation: Homosexual (Lesbian), but is known to hit on anything

Class: Sorcerer (In-game: Storm, 5e Shadow Magic, from being a Vampire)

Eletha's oldest friend (met 1268, 224 years ago) "Your Sanguine Companion"

Aluin of Suzail

Mods: ASTRL Hair Color Supplement, Kay's Hair Extensions, Frosty Faces (Divine Head)

Pronounced: All-win ("Win" or "Winnie" for short)

Race: Human

Class: Wizard (Transmutation)

Age: 232 (Met 1283, 209 years ago)

Sex/Gender: Male/Cis

Orientation: Asexual/Panromantic

Loves sweets and has a bad back

Bromthrum Starkhammer

Mods: Andmetta's Bulky Dwarf Heads (Thrain), Trips' Accessory Collection + Jerinski's Piercing Edits, Bububull's Big Dwarven Beards

"Provider of Fine Crafts" (Merchant)

Race: Dwarf (Gold Dwarf)

Class: Fighter (Champion)

Age: 120-ish (met 100 years ago)

Obsessed with Elves and Elven artifacts

Collects Elven longswords to show to Eletha

Tyrlumin

Mods: Trips' Accessory Collection + Jerinski's Piercing Edits, HGY Heads (Xan Head), Bububull's More Dreadlocs Vol 2 (Disowned Warlock)

"Lumin" (loo-min) for short, "Your Melodic Cha" (Cha = "Half")

Race: Half-drow/Half-human, seemingly

Age: Unknown (Eletha thinks he's a fey or lich or something)

Sex/Gender: Seemingly Male/Has claimed to be anything and nothing

Orientation: Asexual/Aromantic

Class: Bard (In-Game: College of Lore, 5e: College of Glamour)

Specialty: Harp, but commonly plays the lute

Very Gandalf, arrives exactly when he intends to

Heilar Moonstone

Mods: Ghoul's Customization Compendium (Shaved Head)

Race: High Elf (Moon Elf), Dalelands

Class: Fighter (Battlemaster), Longsword Master

Sex/Gender: FTM Trans

Orientation: Homosexual/Aromantic

Taught Eletha, Astarion, and Quynn

Eletha's pseudo-father-figure

Praises Eletha as his best student

Maephina Greensong

Mods: HGY Heads (Uche Head), Trips Accessories + Jerenski_Piercing-Edits_Trips, ASTRL Hair Color Supplement, Bububull’s More Dreadlocs

Race: Halfling (Lightfoot)

Sex/Gender: Female/Cis

Class: Merchant (not a fighter, except when she has to be)

Travels with Ravan the Loyal

Ravan the Loyal

Race: Orc

Class: Barbarian (Berserker)

Missing half his brain, undergoing a personality change

Incredibly loyal to his friends- just who that is can be unclear sometimes

Loves giving his friends shoulder rubs and picking them up like cats/babies

Zespira Hartford

Mods: Trips Accessories + Jerenski_Piercing-Edits_Trips, Bububull’s More Dreadlocs (twin hills)

Race: Zariel Tiefling

Class: Paladin (Oath of Devotion)

Deity: Tyr

Young and full of life, a natural do-gooder like Wyll

Fairly new to Eletha's list of adventuring followers, she was rescued when she bitt off a little more than she could chew with an evil necromancer

Travels with Gin, Nei-Fonn, and Venxiatel. They met through Eletha

Nei-Fonn Shiaong

Mods: Trips Accessories + Jerenski_Piercing-Edits_Trips, ASTRL Hair Color Supplement, Tav’s Hairpack (84)

Race: Human

Sex/Gender: Female/Cis

Class: Rogue (In-Game: Thief, 5e: Inquisitive)

Highly intelligent

Sister to Gin

Used to work with a traveling circus with her brother, met Eletha when she tried to pick her pocket (Eletha: Unlucky for you, I have a lot of experience with pretty faces attached to sticky fingers.)

Gin Shiaong

Mods: Trips Accessories + Jerenski_Piercing-Edits_Trips, ASTRL Hair Color Supplement, Vessnelle's Hair Collection (M23)

Race: Human

Class: Barbarian (Wild Heart)

Sex/Gender: Male/Cis

Orientation: Homosexual

In a relationship with Venxiatel

Brother to Nei-Fonn

Strongman in a circus, also tried his hand at fire-eating

Venxiatel

Race: Dragonborn (Brass)

Class: Druid (In-Game: Circle of the Land, 5e: Claims to be Circle of the Scale, which no longer exists)

Sex/Gender: Male/Agender

Orientation: Doesn't understand the assignment (Just likes Gin)

Very aloof, seemingly "forgetful", easily distracted

I think that is probably all for GftP OCs. I did a pretty thorough sweep of mods so I doubt I'll change anything anytime soon.

#astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion headcanons #astarion bg3 #character creation #bg3 mods #bg3 #bg3 tav #original character #Eletha Nightstar #Ghost from the Past #titus writes #titus post #titus screenshots #titus plays games

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theeternalwombtarot · 5 months ago

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September for divine feminine and divine masculine:

Divine feminine: the month of September for divine feminine will be about assessing her burdens and responsibilities and the things that she carries with her within her spirit and the art of transmuting one’s energy. Divine feminine there’s a huge cycle of purging you’re sitting in at this moment, you may be incognito, sitting in the energy of Virgo which I would associate with calculated moves and behavior and the act of almost being in hermit mode. You may be sitting waiting for the moment to return to society or almost come through some sort of spiritual and metaphorical womb in a way. I see rebirth for you during the month of September. Someone is in the chrysalis stage. The curtains are drawn but the stage lights are on I feel anxiety or anticipation here. This month there’s focus on traumas you carry with you, the inner child, the assessing of your personal behaviors and responses to things and situations in your life, how much you do for others vs how much you do for yourself and what it truly means to be embody the energy of self love and pouring into oneself here this season. The winter and fall months are significant for you. I smell metal like coin.

Heavy focus on your career this month, your goals and manifestations that will reside in and come into fruition within the physical realm. The ending of last month had a lot to do with balancing out your internal feminine and masculine. You’re about to get ready to eat this month divine feminine. Mind your manifestations make it easy on the universe by putting action behind your words. Virgo energy has been hitting me real hard today and this week. My rising is in Virgo so everything Virgo related is feeling resonate with me as well. You might have had a big melt down recently divine feminine. Something really dear to you could’ve fell away from you or came to an abrupt ending. You may have hit a wall and burst wide open. This was on purpose. Spirit will use the your weaknesses against you not out of evil but to make you move in the direction you must go. Your success is not optional. It’s all for you. Someone feels Godly. Things aren’t working lately or your shit isn’t working. Embrace things breaking or not going the way they used to. The path in which you walked to get to this point has crumbled behind you. The door is closed. Step into yourself. I know you smell your power. Someone’s period is coming soon, or you’ve just started your period. It’s in the process of regulating itself after a long time gone irregular.

Divine masculine: September for you divine masculine is going to be about you coming into alignment with what it is that you want and what it is that you desire. Things aren’t going your way or you’re having a hard time pressing things into the shape you want them to be or the shape you think you want things to be. Ask yourself if the life you’re living and the reality you’re sitting in is the one you wanted, is the one you would choose if you had a choice. You always have a choice but for some reason you don’t seem to think so. Ask yourself if you want that ten of cups or not and then when you have your answer ask yourself what you’re going to do next. Starting really early this September you’re going to be taught the meaning of surrendering and allowing things to be the way they are and letting go. You’ve not quite figured out what it means to trust fully in the divine and trust what’s meant for you just yet. Your issues come from you trying to pull and push things into going the way you want them to go but you cannot push and pull what’s not meant for you and until you be still and surrender you’ll have to keep learning that lesson the hard way. This September you’ll see things differently and clearly. A new time is on the horizon. You’re headed for an awakening or a moment of clarity. There are things you’ve heard over and over again, things you’ve experienced repeatedly, etc that you missed the point of and the lesson in the many times before hand but not this time. A catalyst is right beneath your feet, you just don’t feel it yet. You’ll learn your lesson about putting your energy into all the wrong places, and what it means to grow and rise in the name of your highest path of alignment this September. I just heard “can you hear me now?”

Someone has been trying to tell you right for a long time, a divine feminine or spirit or whatever or whomever but you had your fingers in your ears unbeknownst to you. This season you’ll know better. This season you’ll have all your senses turned on. This season you’ll get what you want because you went about it the right way. Be honest with yourself. Believe in yourself. Allow yourself the luxury of your own support. Some of you have been sitting in some wounded masculine energy for a long time. It’s starting to no longer suit you. You are not a little boy. Act right.

#september #tarot readers of tumblr #divine feminine update #divine masculine update

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adhdo5 · 3 months ago

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ok i'm curious, what is this TGCFlike house divorce we've been hearing about?

-Terra

OK so play with me in this space: MDZS and TGCF are in many ways about the same things but their conclusions are almost opposite. Super briefly: Xiyao are doomed as hell in MDZS because MDZS is a story about among other things when decency is not enough to overcome the ways in which society is built, and how it fails. But TGCF is about the ways in which it can be. Xiyao cannot be happy together until the revolution and the revolution doesn't happen in MDZS's thematic paradigm but the end of TGCF it does – they deny the artificial divisions and calls to revenge that Jun Wu's heaven is built on and that gives them the power to win; gods and ghosts and beggars come together to build something new and start to forgive each other. The laundry of class disparity is resolved even

So my thesis is as follows: postcanon MDZS fixit straightforwardly doable by letting the world gently transmute into something like TGCF. This is not really a crossover as much as it is "this AU works on TGCF rules" but we DID recently mess around with letting Lan Xichen and the Shi siblings interact so maybe it is a crossover or maybe that isn't canon I don't know I haven't decided

But let us not forget that this AU is called house divorce and I'm constantly whining and also, crucially, TGCF has four books covering eight hundred years of abject misery. SO

Zewu-jun spent some years in meditative seclusion before finally emerging to take up his responsibilities again, wiser and more reserved than before; he led his sect, he cultivated, he was part of the effort to take down Nie Huaisang when the Nie cancellation hit, and in the slow twilight of the power of the jianghu his measured grace and surety and wisdom allowed him to pass his Heavenly Calamity and ascend to the status of the martial god possessed of all the virtues he once allowed his reprobate brothers to take credit for that many know and love to this day. If LQQ is here he's supplanted by Zewu-jun as the Martial God of the East or maybe they're different Easts idk if he's even here point is Gusu is obviously his place of power etc etc

(Lan Xichen spent years in what amounted to devastating clinical depression before, with a monumental effort and the support he did have and a lack of any other option and a desperate desire to not be Qingheng-jun 2, managing to let the snarl of love and care and responsibilityobligation drag him out of his room and slowly back into his duties as sect leader. His reputation recovers like how Jin Guangyao predicted years ago. He takes up the practice of folding his grief inside himself like he takes up Shuoyue again, with an almost physical pain, and he pretends very dutifully that being dutiful to this is something he believes he can do and tolerate, because of course it is, because what else is possibly there, because as harrowed as he is and as much as he has broken pretty much every rule on that wall he cares about them, cares about what they're meant to protect, this matters to him and if he's to have any say in where that bright paved road leads he must walk it; there's no third path)

He's very much on the martial god side of things rather than civil god; he's not a stranger to non-cultivator societal concerns obv and he has non-cultivator worshippers esp as the power of the great sects really declines but he is very much a cultivator god/of that society and worshipped as a cultivator warrior-noble etc etc. He's quite well-liked in the heavens and on earth; he's not really the top of the hierarchy but he's in the leaderboard, doesn't want for merits or lanterns or spiritual power and is generally possessed of a decent reputation if the subject of some envy even if Zewu-jun is a little bit withdrawn; they say he has been since he emerged from seclusion and he's pretty much always perfectly polite and functional. The picture of coping.

Anyway one day 200+ years postcanon he gets sent down to deal with something on the ground; this is possibly whatever NMJ has going on RN for plot economy but I'm still trying to figure out what NMJ's final role in this all is anyway. What I do know is LXC ends up in ghostly territory; once he realizes he is he's like Ah I'll just be surreptitious but he's yet quite quickly met with a clone that, with stiff movements like it's used to moving through debilitating pain but impeccable propriety and an unwavering smile, says that as the lord of this place he doesn't wish for any trouble with Heaven, and invites LXC to negotiate with the local official

Official?

The Ghostly Civil Palace is in fact styled after the heavenly palaces of civil gods. It's slightly more luxurious, but still tasteful and practical enough that it isn't ostentatious; it's large but ordered enough it's not sprawling; it's completely, desertedly empty, even the footsteps of the clone disappearing the second LXC takes his eyes off it once it leads him to the pavilion and dismisses itself

LXC has an impeccably polite and extremely reasonable and productive discussion with the disembodied voice of the Ghostly Civil Official, who is by all appearances pretty genuinely invested in ensuring the wellbeing of his domain and the dead in it and is also concerned about the thing LXC has been sent down to deal with, in this nice understated pavilion. There is a koi pond. There is a single tea setting.

It is against all advised practice to take food from ghosts but LXC is not inclined to be rude as hell to someone who has been nothing but genteel and helpful, even if that someone is a disembodied voice coming from everywhere and nowhere in an ethereal palace, and does in fact accept and praise the tea setting. It's nice tea

The Ghostly Official feels no ways about this unexpected courtesy and will be answering no questions at this time.

He doesn't know if he remembers something like it from when he was alive but spending 100 years as a fierce corpse will do that. It's very nice, and mostly he remembers his life as Jin Guangyao in the ways of raised undead – outlines of despair and rage and unfinished business. It was easier once, but having regained enough spiritual cognition to miss it makes it very much an inconvenience. Troublesome to only remember your own name, your mother, your death in agony. Perhaps remembering more people than the one man whose death haunted him the most would make the search for his mother's probably-desecrated remains more effective, but the outlines of resentment are certainly enough for him to sharply know that he's always been good at working from positions of few advantages

He's doing well enough for himself and has picked up further tasks along the way. The Ghost Realm has AWFUL infrastructure. He's implementing reforms. Well. Forms he's implementing forms. Just because one is dead doesn't mean that having no social safety net is a tenable state of affairs. There's ghost public transportation in his sphere of influence

Anyway as they recognize each other more and more they go more and more Wait. Hey. What the fuck. HEY

JGY recognizes Shuoyue before he recognizes LXC himself. Y'know how it is. They have to lose all hope and divorce 43 times. Return the favor wrt the homoerotic stabbing. LXC gripping the sink looking into the mirror like I'm NOT gay anymore I feel NO ways about how that clone smiles and I am NOT going to fuck that house

Other characters around:

NMJ has also recovered spiritual cognition though he's still very saberbrained and he's currently on a mission from his Nie ancestors to find and thrash some sense into his terrible AWOL little brother who drove their bloodline into the ground

COMPLETELY UNRELATEDLY JGY's social programs include awkward-encounters-with-people-from-your-past insurance and he's got a particular charge from there, a sect leader from ages past who's dodging the spirits of his ancestors, and he's a bit of a mess but he's pleasant enough company and JGY privately regards him as something like a friend. It's nice. He thinks vaguely he might've known someone like that in life

Wangxian are still around! They cultivated to immortality not in the god way just in the normal way and are Sanrening it up. Every day means every day! Not every day for a normal human lifespan! There's a lot of days in forever!

They are still in some contact with LXC! This is possibly the most genuine interpersonal relationship he has

I don't have roles for Song Lan & co. but I think they're also still around. Waiting in the wings as it were

Idk who the fuck is the heavenly emperor. Is it Jun Wu? Fuck if I know

Lmk if you want to see the LXC+Shiblings thoughts which may or may not be canon

#As always w/ my MDZS-TGCF posting I want 2 b very clear I do not mean that one of them is better or more correct abt its conclusions #They r differently crafted stories that talk abt different angles/facets and r both extremely real in their own ways #Anyway. Alexa play No Children #AFFIRMATIONS: I am Calm and Tranquil. I am /meditating/ and not ''spending days at a time in a depressed fugue.'' I am No Longer Gay.#AFFIRMATIONS: Everybody who killed me is dead. They WILL let me into the Heavenly bureaucracy one day. I am feeling NO ways about this.#This is so many words of no plot. Because I'm shit at events. This is mostly just the Xiyao premise #Of what they're doing

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