#wither shard corruption?

[llamaisllama777]

WELP. I guess we know what would have happened if Nexus' plan had worked. Sadness would have happened.

Bloodsolar/Solarstorm <-(What I like to call him)

Is just as horrifying as regular Bloodmoon, and that episode was a horrifying peek into what might have been, but it does make me question something... New Moon/Nexus actually killed Solar in the simulation, and that kinda surprised me. I thought he would just like lock down the island or something so it would just be him and Solar on that island and they would become something of a urban legend, the island haunted by a cannibalistic robot and his moon servant who occasionally leaves the island to get him some fresh meat... but no! Nexus actually killed Solar! It's makes me wonder if Nexus still cares for the family?

I know! I know! He tried to kill Earth and that what we saw was just a simulation and not what actually happened, but I think this might have given us a glimpse into Nexus/New Moon's mind. I like to think maybe just maybe a small part of Nexus still loves his family maybe he is being influenced by the Wither shards or a chip in his head or something. Maybe New Moon is still in there and still loves them all.

We can only hope.

[slylycurioustreasure]

The Priest with Four Faces — Teaser

Summary: In an ancient monastery isolated from the world, a priest is haunted—or rather, inhabited—by four distinct souls, each once bound to a forbidden ritual. Condemned to share the same body for eternity, they take turns, fight, and control each other.

But everything changes when you arrive. You, the sweet, curious young nun, driven by a vibrant faith—and with a heart more fragile than you care to admit.

They fall in love with you. All four of them. Each in their own way. But you... You don't yet know that the man you see changing so often isn't one. You love what you believe to be one man.

Until the day the inner voices become too loud. Until the day they can no longer hold back.

Genre: dark romance, reverse harem, psychological fantasy, gothic romance, religious mysticism

Pairing : Enha hyung Line x reader

Rating: +18 — explicit content (sexuality, obsession, emotional abuse, sensitive religious themes), more to come.

Triggers: Mind possession, loss of control, inner conflict, sexual tension, extreme jealousy, misplaced faith, more to come.

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Publication date : ??

The dying light of day barely filtered through the grimy stained-glass windows of the old chapel, distorting the sacred colors into dull shards, like so many corrupted relics. 

The windows, spattered by years and dust, let through a dying light, yellow and reddish, which seemed to come from a world already gone, from a forgotten promise. 

The setting sun, like a final sigh of life, cast its last amber breath across the cold flagstones, blackened by time and the silent prayers of thousands of lost souls. Each shadow, elongated and sinuous, stretched across the stone like an eternal punishment, an insidious reminder of sins never confessed, never washed away. 

Here, in this abandoned sanctuary, devotion mingled with desolation, grace withered in ruin.

At the center of this funereal theater, Jake stood motionless, like a statue of ashes and resentment. His black coat, made of thick, worn fabric, absorbed the dim ambient light, his tall, haughty figure camped against the sculpted column, a vestige of an ancient and fallen faith. The collar of his coat was turned up, protective, like armor against a world he hated or that had rejected him. 

His arms were crossed, but beneath this disdainful pose betrayed a dull, insidious tension, a rage contained deep within him. His fingers, thin and nervous, constantly twisted, intertwined, and tensed, each micro-movement testifying to an invisible struggle. A struggle between fury and fear, the desire to efface himself and the desire to inflict violence on himself.

You were there, a few steps away, kneeling by the worn altar, where the worm-eaten wood seemed to weep centuries of silent tears. Your head was bowed, your back straight despite your fatigue, your hands clasped in your lap, fingers intertwined as if to ward off the unbearable weight of the silence that hung in the air. 

The acrid scent of still-smoldering incense rose gently, mingling with the suspended dust, enveloping the room in a fragile, almost sacred veil, yet eaten away by decay. The contrast between the former purity of the place and the decay consuming it formed a palpable, electric, almost painful tension.

The silence between you wasn't simply an absence of sound: it was a presence. An invisible barrier, thick and rough like sandpaper, that chafed and irritated the skin of souls. Laden with expectation, fear, buried regrets, and raw wounds. A silence as heavy as a sermon never delivered, a secret that weighed more than all the words in the world. It was a religious silence, a silence sanctified by pain and betrayal, where every breath seemed a blasphemy.

Then, abruptly, Jake broke the silence. His voice, hoarse and broken, as if plucked from the bottom of an abyss, rose with the slowness and gravity of a cursed oracle. "You know..." His breath vibrated in the cold air, carrying a dull bitterness, almost a funeral sermon. "I don't think it's God who makes a place sacred. It's the people."

This sentence, simple and terrible, tore you from your silent prayer. You raised your head, surprised by this unusual tone—a strange mixture of bitterness, melancholy, and a raw truth that weighed like condemnation. 

Usually, Jake looked at the world with a cold, mocking, almost mocking gaze, like a jaded judge. But here, in this chapel, worn by time and desolation, you discovered an unexpected crack in his armor: an almost sacred vulnerability, a glimmer of humanity he tried to hide.

“When you’re here,” he continued, his voice falling just a little lower, like a whisper between prayers, “the walls seem less cold to me.”

His eyes, black and unfathomable, rested on you with an almost burning intensity, as if they were seeking to probe your soul beyond your skin. You thought you read in that gaze a silent request, a desperate plea. But beneath that bright flame, an imperceptible tremor shook his eyelids—a weakness he wanted to deny. His jaw clenched painfully in a tiny spasm, as if this simple admission cost him his entire being. A shard of inner fracture, an invisible wound bleeding behind his mask.

Then, without warning, that fragile moment shattered. A cold, cruel, merciless voice insinuated itself into his mind. A deadly whisper, a faceless specter, coming from the darkest depths of his soul.

"Pitiful."

The word cracked like a divine sentence, a cleaver falling on still-raw flesh, tearing him apart from the inside. Jake froze, his breath caught, his muscles stiff. He closed his eyes, seeking refuge in the darkness of his own mind, trying to stifle that poisonous voice.

But the voice continued, more violent, more scathing, like a heavenly punishment:

"Look at you. You're practically crawling. Do you think she'll love you like that? Like a dog?"

Each syllable vibrated in his skull like a blazing iron sword, a divine accusation made by Jay, that infernal presence that haunted his thoughts and his nights. Hatred, judgment, remorse condensed into a single voice, an inner demon that gave him no respite.

"Give me back the body. You've kept it long enough."

Jake leaned more firmly against the rough stone of the column, his fingers gripping the surface like a lifeline. But in his mind, he silently pleaded, "Not now..." That inaudible whisper was his desperate prayer, a silent cry to ward off the storm within, a stubborn refusal to give up the war he was waging against himself.

Then the inner voice grew even more ferocious, filled with sacred rage:

"You want to kiss her, do you? You want to take her up there, into your fallen light, and defile what's left of pure in her?"

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, barely more than a breath, a fragment of agony:

“Stop…”

You had watched all this, silent, motionless, your heart beating with a dull violence, caught in the invisible storm that was ravaging Jake. Your mind was a battlefield where incomprehension, fear, and attraction were engaged in a merciless battle.

"What?" you asked softly, your voice trembling, betraying confusion and pain, overwhelmed by this sudden change of atmosphere, by this inner struggle that Jake had never wanted to reveal to you.

Jake opened his eyes, heavy with fatigue, as if he'd just returned from a journey to the depths of a secret hell. You watched him intently, your brow slightly furrowed, aware that you'd crossed an invisible boundary. You had accidentally touched a wound too fragile, an abyss too deep.

In this fallen sanctuary, between distorted shadows and lights, between sins and aborted redemption, a silent war raged—a battle of souls, desires, fears, and lies. A struggle between the flickering light of what remained of humanity in him, and the voracious darkness that sought to consume him.

And you, despite everything, you were there.

Helpless. Irresistibly attracted.

Near this dark fire.

Near that burning abyss that was Jake.

The chapel seemed to close in on him, its rough, leprous walls bearing the scars of a bygone era. The dying light filtered with difficulty through the filthy stained-glass windows, casting dull, faded shards like defunct prayers, fragments of shattered faith. 

The air was laden with the smell of ash and incense mixed with cold, rancid humidity. Every stone, every crack, seemed to whisper the secrets of tormented souls, captive in an invisible purgatory.

At the center of this desolate sanctuary, Jake stood erect against the column, his black coat absorbing the gloom like a tomb. His tense body, arms crossed, barely concealed the storm roaring within him, far more violent than the storm outside. His fingers trembled, clawing at the air, searching for an anchor, an outlet for this silent suffering, this black fire that devoured every part of his being.

Then, into the sacrilegious silence, Jay's voice rose—cold, cruel, implacable. His voice vibrated like a death knell echoing in the crypts of his soul.

“See? You're already cracking. You're standing there, broken, and she's looking at you like you're crazy, like a lunatic. Do you know what you are? A creeping weakness, a pathetic fragment she'll never truly see. You're weak.”

Each word was a blade, sharp, penetrating beneath his skin, piercing his veins with a burning poison. Shame crept into him like a cursed sacrament, reminding him of the abyss he was sinking deeper into each day. The weight of judgment, as implacable as that of an uncompromising confessor, crushed him.

But then, amidst the tumult, a softer, almost tired voice was heard—Heeseung.

"Jay... stop. You'll break him. This isn't what we wanted."

Heeseung's voice was like a faint, flickering light in the darkness, a whisper of pity and regret. It carried the weight of a resigned grief, a weariness of soul that still wanted to believe, despite everything, in a possible redemption.

“At first,” he continued, his voice low, heavy with memories and broken promises, “we just wanted to look out for her. No… not this fall, not this tearing pain.”

Jake groaned, his hand clutching his temple as if to muffle the voices, to keep their words from seeping in, from digging into the already gaping wound.

"I... just have a headache," he breathed, his voice hoarse, lying to himself. "Too many sleepless nights, too many murderous thoughts eating away at me."

But then you stood up, slowly, like an apparition from nowhere, your figure moving forward in the darkness with solemn gravity. Your gaze, hard and painful, fell upon him, implacable.

“Jake… you’re scaring me.”

The silence suddenly grew thicker, denser. That word—fear—fell heavily into the stagnant air, weighing like an anathema. A silent accusation, a reproach suspended between you. In your mouth, it echoed like a forbidden sacrament, a divine verdict borne by an icy breath.

Jake gritted his teeth, his jaw muscles tensing with pent-up rage, pain too long repressed. That sentence, so simple yet so devastating, pushed him deeper into his personal abyss.

A cruel shudder ran through his body, like a slow, insidious blade, digging into flesh and soul.

Then came the third voice, the sharpest, the most implacable. Sunghoon. His voice echoed in his mind like a celestial tribunal, a merciless judge.

"It's your fault." 

Each syllable fell with the heaviness of a funeral sermon, chilling the blood. 

"You want to be loved, loved by the one who can only touch you, but you are only a fragment, a shadow, a broken reflection of what she truly desires. Do you think she loves you?"

Jake staggered, suddenly weak, as if his own body were betraying him, refusing to carry the unbearable weight. His muscles felt alien, his mind hostile, rebellious.

“She doesn't like you. She likes what you represent. It's not you. It's not real.”

Sunghoon's words were invisible chains, tying him to a truth he refused to accept, an abyss where light never reached.

Jake laughed. A short laugh, a fragile crack on the edge of an unfathomable abyss. Cold, like the echo of a funeral bell ringing in the deserted nave of an abandoned cathedral, where every sound seems to call for damnation. It was a nervous laugh, trembling under the invisible pressure of an endless night consuming his mind. Almost desperate, like a man suspended on the edge of nothingness, at the mercy of a breath that could plunge him into oblivion.

"It's funny…" he murmured, his voice broken, raspy with the anguish of countless restless vigils, where demons never ceased to whisper. "You’re jealous. Even in there."

The silence that followed fell heavily, a silent, implacable accusation. As if the mute choir of forgotten saints held their breath, awaiting a final judgment. Around you, this degraded, once sacred sanctuary seemed to be closing in, every stone oozing guilt and condemnation. The incense-laden air had grown acrid, heavy, saturated with tears and suppressed pleas.

Your voice trembled, fragile and flickering, like a flickering flame in the abysmal blackness that enveloped you. "Jake, who are you talking to?" The question floated in space, a timid prayer, a desperate cry launched into the sacred void. Your fear, until then contained beneath an armor of reason, was tearing at you, insidious, infiltrating every syllable, betraying the dull unease that gripped you.

Jake slowly turned his dark eyes towards you. Those once blazing eyes were now nothing more than a dying, flickering blaze, ready to extinguish itself under the weight of his own inner chaos.

And everything collapsed.

It was that imperceptible recoil, an invisible step backward. Like an instinctive, mechanical survival reflex, a barrier rising between you—not of flesh, but of shadows and silence. A gap that no words could bridge.

Doubt clouded your eyes, dulling the light you offered him, a light now too fragile to save him. An invisible blade crept in, thin and sharp, carving an abyss where your souls could no longer join, where the sacred bond seemed to break, dissolved in the venom of doubt and fear.

Then Heeseung's deep, weary voice cut through the silence, heavy with sermon and cruel truth:

"You can't stay, Jake. You're losing control."

A warning whispered in the cold shadows of a ruined church, where even angels wept in secret.

"Give me back the body. Or you'll lose her."

The sentence fell relentlessly, like a rain of black ashes on the ruins of what remained of his will. Jake staggered, reeling under the invisible weight of this condemnation that weighed on his bruised shoulders, like the weight of the sins of a world too heavy to bear.

Then, slowly, he collapsed to his knees, like a broken sinner before the altar of unquenchable despair. His trembling fingers clutched the rough fabric of his cassock—this last refuge, this last link to what he was meant to be, a humanity teetering on the edge of nothingness. As if he wanted to tear himself away from himself, to tear away this skin that burned with a fire he no longer controlled, a fire of damnation and forbidden passion.

But his face… His face was a fractured mosaic, a battlefield of unquenched rage, visceral fear, forbidden desire, unrelenting shame, and a gaping fracture that seemed impossible to mend. Every tense muscle, every wrinkle of anguish, was a silent testament to the internal war he was waging against his invisible demons.

You slowly knelt down too, your breath coming short, your throat tight with silent grief, your hands trembling. You felt the weight—an unbridgeable chasm between you—yet you couldn't look away.

But you didn't dare touch him. An intangible barrier of pain, shame, and silence separated you. To touch him would have been to shatter a fragile balance, to awaken a storm you feared would rage.

"What are you hiding from me...?"

Your voice rises, a hoarse, trembling whisper, carried by the acrid incense that burns slowly, drowning the chapel in a smell of melted wax and forgotten sulfur. The stone walls, cold and damp, seem to absorb your words, turning them over a thousand times in their depths like echoes of a confession one would like to keep silent at all costs. The air is heavy, saturated with the weight of forgotten prayers, and each breath seems to freeze under the weight of this forbidden question.

Jake slowly raises his eyes to yours. But what you see is no longer a man. It's a mosaic of shattered shadows, a shattered sanctuary where several voices coexist in a muted struggle.

First, Jay, an icy, sharp figure, a sword of divine justice, with a coldness that pierces like a blessed blade. His gaze is no longer that of a simple man but that of a merciless, upright, and merciless judge, capable of splitting souls and decapitating lies.

Then Heeseung, tired, weary of a burden too heavy for his broken wings. His sigh rises, laden with infinite melancholy, like a fallen angel consumed by resignation and the pain of no longer being able to protect the one he loves.

Finally, Sunghoon, lurking in the shadows, a silent, sharp presence, a knife hanging over his throat, patient, implacable, a whisper of death in the sacred silence, ready to strike at the fatal moment.

You don't know how you perceive this, nor by what mystery your senses have been sharpened to this fractured presence. You see what no one else could guess: Jake's torn soul, torn into a thousand pieces.

Jake opens his mouth to speak, but the voice that escapes is no longer his own. It is a cold breath, a divine sentence pronounced by a furious oracle, a word of damnation.

"Get out of here."

Jay's voice echoes through the chapel like a death knell, sharp, implacable, terrible as a decree from Hell. It is a judgment without appeal, an order of exile issued in this sanctified place, defiling the sacred space with an authority that crushes and humiliates.

You step back. Slowly. Your body bends to the will of that cold, unearthly voice, as if an ancient power were chaining you to this flight. Your heart beats frantically, a funeral drum announcing the approach of a sacrifice. Fear seeps into you, slides through your veins like venom, making every fiber of your being vibrate. You are both fascinated and terrified by this scene of a fractured soul, of shattered possession, where four entities struggle for a single body.

Jake—or rather, whatever governs him at this moment—bows his head. It's a gesture of surrender, but also an admission of abysmal pain. He is no longer a man on his knees, but a broken altar, a desecrated sanctuary where the light flickers, swept away by an endless night.

Silence falls again, dense, suffocating, a veil of soot covering the holy stained-glass windows, smothering every spark of hope. Every breath becomes a silent prayer, every heartbeat a death knell echoing in the void.

You remain there, motionless, a helpless witness to a sacrilegious struggle, to a soul torn between fallen light and victorious darkness, where faith is lost in an abyss without redemption.

In this deserted chapel, it is no longer just one man who is bowing, it is a whole world that is collapsing.

Taglist : @immelissaaa @tnafzi @writespjm-blog

[immortaledd]

When you explained ruin's design you showed a small short comic, the shopkeeper alien knew ruin because of a poster that was behind him. Was there now many posts about ruin?

was ruin known by many dimensions people after ruin killed many dimensions, or something else?

Ruin was a threat to planets at first while he was in war and looking for the Wither Shard. It wasn’t until his escape from V-42 (his dimension) that he became a multiversal threat. Even then, his story reached very far.

Some of the writings and posters that have made it across the universe - and eventually, dimensions:

minor tw: fictional t3rrorism mention and war topics such as propoganda.

#1 - The Broadcasts

Não (Ruin’s Creator) films Ruin with a pre-written script of warnings, commands, and information about the war that is going on, and how it will end. These repeated constantly, 24/7, across any and every screen that wasn’t visibly corrupted for fear mongering effect.

Civilians did not run from these broadcasts. They stayed. Because every once in a while, the televisions would change with announcements from the same cloaked figure to command them to safety.

This video is often used to show the severity of Ruin’s existence. It’s physical evidence against him and is treated somewhat like “lost footage” or “analogue horror” by worlds that don’t take it seriously…that is, until Ruin pays their planet a visit.

#2 - Propoganda

One of the main posters that are thrown across the post-apocolyptic world. A call for remaining humans to surrender themselves for some greater plan, though many didn’t agree. Though, Não did his best to suffocate the survivors with constant propoganda.

#3 - Wanted Poster

This poster is released after Ruin’s departure for the Wither Shard. The earth, with Não and Ruin is monitored by refugees and other extraterrestrials for a while. The situation severely escalates when the most dangerous solider gets pushed onto a mission to hunt for a shard to extend The Creator’s reach. It becomes a hunting mission very quickly. Civilians are told to hide, fighters are told to always be at arms. If they can stop Ruin from completing his mission, they can stop Não from reaching to other planets, then other dimensions. What they didn’t know was that Ruin was sabatoging his own mission half the time while keeping himself alive.

Ruin eventually completes his mission - to everyone’s dismay - and returns back. This poster gets pushed into other dimensions, as a warning to watch out for him. It didn’t get out fast enough because Ruin had gotten to his plan to erase a string of dimensions. Since then, the multiverse has heard complete radio silence from the Sole Survivor of V-42.

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

I would love to see a second part of Forgotten Friends

One where the beast eventually realized that they blew stuff out of proportion and, because of that, their friend was basically forced to betray them, but they have no one to blame but themselves

And by the time they realized and are out of their prison

Reader cookie can varely remember them, they do remember they used to be friends, but all their evil deed have replaces most happy memories and Reader has a hard time being able to trust or even be near them

Patience is a strong thing, but time is more

The SoulJam of Patience has follow their tittle, now it's Their turn to use it

I like your style dear butterfly.

Forsaken, Forgotten, Un-Forgiven

previous part

Where does one even begin to express how much patience you've lost? How does one even begin to accept your friends have become nothing more but shells of their former selves? How does one learn to forgive them for forcing you to betray them? As hard as it is to believe, it starts with an apology.

After sealing your friends away all those years ago, it took you immense amounts of patience before you could face the world again. It took you so much patience to adjust and make new friends. So much patience to finally feel free about revealing who you really are. Patience to accept that they were gone and they weren't coming back. It took a long time, but you endured it. And it was worth it.

But it wasn't.

You found yourself face to face with five shards of tinted glass, all representing a shard from what was broken long ago. You barely remembered any of them, but that doesn't mean you forgot them and their evil deeds completely

The blue shard, who had once been your source of knowledge and guidance, now full of cracks that mimicked the web of deceit it was entangled in. You remember how the threads of that web were used to puppet and control the lives of the innocent, forcing them to fight for his own twisted little show.

The white shard, who had one been the holder of the virtue known as volition, now flavorless and apathetic soul devoid of any meaning. You remember how easily she turned everything to flour with just a simple motion of her hand. And you knew she did it because she saw little to no value in living a life with the inevitable end known as death

The red shard, who was once the herald of change in itself, now a destructive and merciless monster who sees no point in creation when it's bout to wither away eventually. You remember how he had destroyed countless homes and lives, all because he was bored.

The pink shard, who was once the most loving and joyful person you had ever met, now a lazy sloth who didn't even bother doing anything anymore. You remember vividly how she wiped away so many cookies just because they woke her up from her nap.

Then there was the Purple shard, once a noble knight of solitude, now a dark knight of silence. You remember all to well how had mercilessly crumbled several cookies in a single strike. How he's never uttered a word since he became corrupted.

These shards of glass are none other than your fallen friends, freed from but under different circumstances. They weren't causing havoc, they weren't attacking- heck, they weren't even angry at you after you lead them into a trap. What baffled you more was how the ancients were present but stood to the side. It took some time before the realization hit you.

"They want to talk."

You heard a voice say. It sounded like you, but much more mature. You felt your heart drop. They wish to talk? Couldn't they have thought about that years- no, CENTURIES ago?! But you're not about to argue with the light of patience when you clearly have better things to focus on.

The first thing you noticed about your fallen friends is their demeanor. They're not angry... they actually look guilty and nervous. Next was their souljams... which they didn't have for some reason. The ancients probably have it, which is good. They can't cause much damage. Shadow milk cookie stepped forward and you were ready for anything....

"Y/N cookie..."

Anything at all.

"We're sorry..."

Except that. Your eyes widened and you froze solid, the words unable to register in your head. They were apologizing?... But- no that can't be right... this is a trick... It's a trick and you won't fall for it again... You look at the ancients. They aren't intervening or protesting against this false apology.

...

They can't seriously believe this, right? They're not falling for this, RIGHT?! You step back a bit and shake your head slightly. This was a trick. Why do they want to redeem themselves NOW? Had they not realized the gravity of what they did before sooner? This had to be some kind of lie. And you weren't gonna fall for it. You made that very clear to them before walking.

It was only later on where pure vanilla cookie explained that they were attempting a redemption arc to fix the bond between you. The ancients really did believe them... Why did they believe them?! They had been nothing but pure evil as far as you can remember. Their evil deeds outweighed whatever happy memories you had with them... almost as though you didn't have happy memories.

The beasts tried again and again to at least get you to cast a glance at them but it was fruitless. You walked away from the library when Shadow milk cookie tried talking to you. You completely ignored Eternal sugar cookie trying to enter your room and talk to you. You turned your back on Burning spice cookie when he attempted reaching out for you. You refused to acknowledge Mystic flour cookies attempt of interaction with you. And the silence between You and Silent salt cookie had grown into a deadly kind of quiet, as if none of you had even been together.

They just didn't get it, did they? They betrayed your trust once, what if they do it again? You had to be BEYOND patient with yourself in order to recover and yet they've returned? No, they shouldn't have. They had no idea how many sleepless nights you endured to finally accept they're absence. How much you had to learn to adjust and be patient with yourself to be able to move on. And all that hard work, all that patience, it was gonna crumble because of them.

No, you can't let that happen. You can't just forgive them just like that. Not after everything they've done, to innocent cookies, everything they've done to you. If they really wanted your forgiveness, they'd have to be as patient with you as you were with them when they weren't corrupted. They have to earn your forgiveness, and that was going to take a long time.

You were patient with them, now they must be patient with you. How long they'd have to be patient was unknown, and how long they'd actually remain patient was just as mysterious.

[jaeyunpup]

my secret angel ㅤ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ㅤ

sim jaeyun x fem reader

angst, fluff(?), forbidden love, stalker, yandere!jake, Stockholm syndrome.

sypnosis : a locked away angel, taken by her protecter-Jake finally realises her ‘worth’

tw!!! : yandere themes, abusive themes, mention of 3d and sh, Stockholm Syndrom, slight agere . please do not read of these trigger you!

ㅤ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ㅤ

how can a perfect doll be corrupted? jaeyun’s beautiful corrupted angel, secret angel.

y/n lays stationary in the frilled, pink duvet. her ignorant tears slip up in distress across silicone skin. was she worthless or just a play-thing for her owner. hm, owner.

jaeyun always dresses his little doll up perfectly, babydoll dresses that ignite her liquid smooth biology. she’s ripe, in her prime. not a fallen angel, no, his succubus angel. cocaine on her lips which allure him, he’s such an addict. her beauty would overcome the overpopulated romanticisation of Catholicism.

laying still, as she’s told. magnificent nostalgia overwhelms her sinuses, jaeyun was so sweet so prophetical with his devotion to himself, as well as the plated cross which laid promoting his succulent collarbones. a warm smile, pigmented blush when complimented and his arabesque body wrapped around her frail frame. comforting.

her bruises are memories, to be played over and over. hypnotising her mind into love. his love.

angel , jaeyun softly calls out, contrasting the harsh marks on her lamb skin. doll you look so pretty, what are you doing, hm?, he sits beside her. she bats her overwhelmed eyelids towards his features, perfectly sculpted face, perfect nose bridge, puppy eyes which she would do anything for. hm? im sleepy, she whispers as if her voice would crack like withered leather from the late sixty’s.

jaeyun sighs, a grateful sigh, as he caresses her swollen ankle attached to the silver chain to the wooden, floral patterned bed frames. he taps her ankle, thigh, small tummy up to her beautiful carved wrists. he imagines her scars carry floral patterns in baby pink shades, butterflies dotted around. his sweet bunny.

you’ve been a good girl today bunny, he states, gently. 2 months is all it took to mould her into his own doll, him-the doll maker. the little times of happiness flashed through him,

the innocent, shattered glass shards kiss her silk skin, his love feeding into her veins. satin blood in drops onto his sandalwood scented suit.

his calloused, large hands lather her thighs, melodic scars hum a siren song to him, inducing him further.

I think you deserve a treat for being such a good pup, don’t you baby?, he sweetly smiles. her sugarcoated lips swirl into a hearty, heavy smile too. he takes this as conformation and swiftly lifts her up. his little doll.

a chaste, eternal kiss is left upon her puffy eyelids, cheeks, her bony figure. jaeyun always lived for control, every aspect of her life-he controlled, he filled her with empty calories.

her soft lashes close as she embraces her divinity, her purpose until she feels a spongy, ribbed texture sit on her plumped lips. a small squeak escapes her. a raspberry?

berry?, the isolated word plunged out of her powdered vocal chords before she can grasp onto her words. hmmm yes princess you deserve it, he says with a tint of tease in his tone. as if he’s testing her.

but she has permission, right. she’s allowed to, isn’t she?

however, she can’t . or won’t. her lips refuse to pucker, open for obedience. she hasn’t eaten in days, but the lingering feeling of need for nutrients poisons her. her widened doe eyes linger at his, searching for an honest approach.

jaeyun stifles a laugh, smirking instead. well done dolly, your tummy must hurt but it’s good- only water for now okay?, he shushes her breathe. complete control.  ྀིྀི,𓍯𓂃,♡

jaeyun swiftly lifts her up, light as a feather , light as an angel. her small frame is placed on his lap, you deserve a sweet treat bunny, jaeyun smiles. a small peck is placed on her lips, short which carries nostalgia. jaeyun hums into the kiss, even though y/n isn’t reciprocating as much as he would prefer.

what an innocent angel, she doesn’t even know how to kiss. or is she just a dumb puppy that needs to be reminded of how to? he takes the latter as reality, his personal shaped reality. what? you forgot?, jake starts, let me reteach you baby.

minutes have gone by, maybe hours. she doesn’t know, a dumb little doll doesn’t need to comprehend time. her body is swollen and sore from leather and his beautiful, melodic hands. she is carved perfectly, put back into place after use time and time again.

his perfectly corrupted angel.

[peachyfnaf]

Hello chatters. currently 8:30 in the morning, and I've been seeing a lot of Sun love going around (based btw) which reminded me that even though I don't yap about him nearly as much as I do Nexus, Sun was also given such a short end of the stick when it came to this arc.

I don't care for Monty, but I do love Puppet, but the way they both pressured Sun into choosing what to do with Nexus (New Moon at the time)??? that shit is so fucked. and yeah, because I am who I am (a Nexus apologist lol), I was mad and hurt when Sun was unable to tell them to not kill him. but unfortunately that tracks for him.

Sun's trauma response is, most of the time, to freeze. he's done it before when confronted by past Eclipse's, Bloodmoon's- if you're willing to use other dimensions as examples, Servant Sun quite literally froze and surrendered with his hands in the air out of fear when Old Moon first met him.

So, he did it again. he was put in a terrifying situation, and he froze. which led to Nexus freezing in space too amiright ahahahahhhhh

So, shit was already fucked for him at this point. because not only did he lose a close family friend (Solar), tried to help the other 3 through their grief and prioritizing their feelings over his own because he was- objectively- the least close with Solar, lose his brother to madness (which we now know there was like 10x more to that then just 'grief' makin' him act as he did. y'know. glares at Dark Sun and NSP), could basically do NOTHING as Earth was kidnapped by Ruin/Bloodmoon, and Nexus was blasted into space by Puppet.

And even though that was the end of that main arc, dude CONTINUED TO BE HANDED L'S AFTERWARDS. Old Moon being brought back by Monty (Monty.. >:[) without Sun even being asked about it first, Sun not being given the chance to properly heal from/mourn Nexus because O.M was now there, he filled his role, and O.M does not like Nexus. (chatters, I'm gonna warn you, ever since he came back, I've been an Old Moon hater. do not like that guy.) anD THEN EVERYTHING WITH DAZZLE/EVELYN??? july 16th of this year was like a very high peak in what's, to me, a very low-on-the-chart arc, but THAT DOESN'T MEAN SUN WAS OKAY DURING IT JFCCC. the TRAUMA he was reliving during that time HURTED

And even where he is now- he got his magic back, yuippee yayyy!!!

Because of it it seems like he's now intrinsically intertwined with NSP, and multiple people want to use him as a goddamn radar to find Wither Shards now. one of those people literally being The Creator, yaknow, like the stories Biggest Bad???

And another, "oooh, yaknow, that happeneddd, ahahahahhh.." was The Creator psychologically torturing him in one of the darkest SAMS eps' to date because of it.

AND. And, finally, the most recent episode that was Yapped to me about that well. 1, just made me hate O.M more, and 2, made me want to just wrap Sun in a blanket in front of a fireplace. The "Invaded By CRINGY FNAF in Vrchat" one. the way O.M spoke to Sun in that ep, the use of the gravely K.C voice that O.M only uses when making threats, I- I'll fuckin-

LEAVE THAT LITTLE GUY ALONE. I HOPE WHEN YOU AND NEXUS INEVITABLY FIGHT YOU GET CLOCKED IN THE JAW FOR THAT ONE. GOOD LORD.

...I've been typing this for like 50 minutes, apparently I had a lot more to say when it came to Sun than I first thought DGAIEPHDWGWLAH

Canon. canon, please, let Sun do something. let him be the one to free Nexus from NSP corruption, because of how much he's been shown to be resilient to it. let Sun be the one to stop The Creator's next big scheme instead of Moon. let him do things as important as all the others instead of just cleaning. the pieces for him to do so are right there. now put them in place.

[artist-in-training-wheels]

Updated designs as of: 8/20/24

Remember when I said I was knee-deep into SAMS/LAES? Welp, I still am- so here's my (mental) designs of all the core characters (Not scaled for height)! Some notes/extra thoughts under the cut :D Added their pallets to make coloring easier!

Main 4:

Work:

I swapped Sun and Moon waist thingy; I just think they would do that since they're close. Their arm ribbons were also changed to purple to match!

Moon has a cape instead of a ruffle like Sun because... idk, I think he'd like it!

Earth and Lunar also have matching cuffs; theirs is pale/light cobalt blue.

Gave Earth's dress more Princess vibes; why? Idk, just felt like she would like it!

Sun's joints can be seen since he hasn't died and been "placed" in a new/updated body!

Casual:

Moon and Earth (kinda) have casual outfits, so I thought I'd make something for Sun and Lunar.

Sun HAS his matching friendship bracelet with Dazzle- I finally decided to draw it ^^

Sun's shirt says, "Here comes the Sun" I feel it would mostly be a gag gift, but he likes it!

I almost gave him a sweater (cause he gives me sweater vibes, tbh), but then I saw his Q&A video and went, "damn, never mind, I guess".

Lunar's hoodie was also a gag gift (cause its color scheme is similar to Gemini)- but he likes it too much, plus it's soft :D

Made Earth's sweater a bit darker, mainly cause she has a lot of light colors already (the pink comes from the sprinkle sweater!)

I also feel like the boys would take off their bells when they're not working.

It was asked how and... idk they made an interdimensional portal- I'm sure they found a way to take off the bells lmao

The other 4:

I hate how I did Ruin's rays and hat. But nothing was working for me, so... oh well...

I gave Jack the two tips for his hat because I think he'd like those- same with the arm sleeves!

Also- yes he has a friendship bracelet with Dazzle- he keeps it protected under his arm sleeve, it's identical to Sun's!

I really like how Solar came out. Specifically his boots and shirt design!

He gives me knee boot vibes, so I gave him shoes with a sun and a moon on the back (they lace up just didn't feel like adding those details)

I Like how Eclipse came out- Miiiight redesign him... depending on how the Eclipse and Puppet Show goes, but for now, I'm content :)

I never mentioned it, but I do imagine that Eclipse has a second set of arms. I would think Solar did, too, but those were taken away during his revival because of the "Eclipse sees other Eclipses as inferior" stuff!

The Evil 4:

I made Dark Sun look like Regular Sun... cause that's kinda his whole thing! But if I were to give him a different outfit- it would be Eclipse's!

Few changes to Nexus (I can't take him or his model serious tbh, I kept laughing XD), decided to give his hat a Wither shard at the tip because power (and possible corruption) go BRRRRR (Side Note: Made an AU on it :D)

I'm not sure how visible it is, but on his right cheek, you can see a virus of some kind—I really like that, so I put it on him because I really like the idea of him slowly being corrupted due to his insanity!

He has a darker shade of boots similar to Solar because... well, Solar :)

World President Earth (or WP Earth) has a lovely wine-red dress with her flag as a cape (the same flag seen in the thumbnail)!

The flag is held together by a smiley pin because why not =)

Evil Lunar (while tempting to go with Current Lunar design) has the design of the previous version because, well... that's the form he gained the power in (from my understanding)

The tip of his hat is a dying Star because that feels appropriate, in my opinion.

I MIGHT do Foxy, FC, Monty, and Puppet, but I'm not too sure, tbh, since my mental image isn't too far off from their models. Anyways, time to return to my little gremlin hole and watch the series :)

[mimomentomori]

Thoughts/Theories for Arcane Season 2 Act 2: Jayvik centered

Potential spoilers so read under the cut if you've watched Act 1!

To recap, at the end of Act 1 we see Jayce, Heimer and Ekko all get messed around with by the Wild Rune, causing anything linked to the Arcane to glitch out and malfunction. Based on the visuals and what we know about the characters it's likely those three will be scattered across time and space to different degrees;

Ekko will be gone long enough to be considered dead by the Firelights but return with his time powers to deal with the final confrontation with Noxus.

Heimer may be tossed back in time to confront his past trauma and be key in getting he and Ekko back to their correct time.

Jayce... He's gonna have the hardest time. He attacked the Wild Rune with the hammer which caused a massive reaction, so as a result he may be the one separated and lost in the Arcane dimension the longest. Based on the new Arcane Survivor Skin preview and the sneak peaks we got in both the newest teaser for Act 2, he'll most likely be stuck in this dimension for an undetermined amount of time, enough that it will affect his hammer directly and fuse the arcane shard in his cuff to his skin. The question is, how does he get out?

I think Viktor will be the key to his escape. Viktor, as we saw in his last scene in Act 1, is now inherently connected to the Arcane and by extension the Void given that he was fused with the Shimmer-tainted Hexcore. His continued use of the Arcane to heal his new followers will continue to destabilise the barrier between the realm of the Arcane and the material plane, but it could also potentially save Jayce.

If we're sticking with the Jesus/religious leader angle, Viktor was already shown to be having visions since he first coughed blood down into the matrix leading to the Hexcore's creation. After being fused with the Hexcore and by extension granted direct connection to the Arcane, he's been shown to be guided by 'Sky,' or at least a memory/fraction of her that now currently exists within the Hexcore and the Arcane.

My theory is, the more he settles into his new role and newfound connection to the Arcane, I think he'll start having visions of Jayce in the Arcane dimension and endeavour to get him out. While 'affection kept them together,' I think it's more than that now. They built hextech and the gates together, and with Jayce now directly affected and trapped by the Arcane they have a mystic connection to each other through the Hexcore. Despite their abrupt and bitter parting, I think seeing the main object of his affection trapped in such a state and clearly not yet fused to it like Sky is, he'll extend his power to get Jayce out.

Inevitably, this would lead to a potential clash/confrontation over both men's involvement of destabilising the Arcane in Zaun and Piltover... But I think in the end they will always do what they feel is right to save eachother.

I also want to add real quick that Ekko's criticism of how the Hexgates were built to send all runoff and potential fall out to the Undercity is valid and a gross oversight on Jayce's part, Viktor being from the Underground would have had to have a say in its design too so he will have possibly overlooked or felt confident this detail would be unlikely as well. Jayce and Viktor were partners on the project despite Jayce being the face of it; i.e. they're both responsible for what happened with the corruption and the Wild Rune.

With time being a key theme being shown in both the opening credits and how Ekko operates, it's looking like the theory that Viktor is the mage that saves young Jayve and Zimmena may be more likely than we think. But at the same time, even though we see in Viktor's new poster that he is able to thrive for some time, the plants that they experimented in did eventually wither and this may be a problem for Viktor as the next two acts progress.

Whether this means Viktor accepts or defies this rot to be in line with League Lore... I'm putting my faith in the writers on that one.

Let me know your thoughts!

[the-library-of-theories]

Maybe Sun won’t die, but “Sun will die.”

So… something sparked in me when watching the recent video. If sources are correct, the creators aren’t going to kill Sun. Sun won’t die. But I see an old quote slowly coming true.

‘What I mean will be at the end of this theory.

Let’s go through some stuff to make this more understandable.

We all know that the only “original” person here is Sun. He hasn’t died, remade (aside from fixing/transferring after blasting Eclipse), or was reprogrammed. He’s our Sun. Our traumatized sunny boi.

But that’s just it. He’s has so much memories. He is the only original and now? He’s gaining some super powerful magic. He was once able to control Star power. Now… he can sense the wither crystals.

These wither crystals are going to be very important in my theory as we know that it can slowly corrupt anyone who holds them long enough… yet Sun was somewhat unaffected by the corruption. But you know what actually affected him?

The wither dragon.

It caused him to go in a trance. Something that the other wither shards haven’t done to him. What makes matters worse is that Dark Sun had mentioned before that a lot of the things he’s done was for our Sun. But why? Why our Sun? What makes our Sun so special for him to do what he’s doing? Why is it so important that even the creator wants Sun?

Why?

Well before stating the theory, let’s talk a little bit of science.

We all know that the Sun is basically a large STAR. It’s what the Moon (Lunar) needs to shine, it’s what Earth needs to survive, it’s half of what Eclipse (Solar) is. It, itself, is powerful to supply life. In a way, the Sun is powerful enough to produce life.

But what happens if a star dies?

Well there are two possibilities that come to mind.

One you have the dead star or zombie star, which are remnants of what was the star before it died. Which is foreboding in itself. But we can deduce this as not a possible senerio as we know the creators confirmed that Sun won’t die (unless info changed).

So what is the other possibility?

Well, if a Sun/star were to collapse in on itself…

It is said that is how a

BLACK HOLE is made.

Ironically enough, should you know what a black hole does… then perhaps you should know what it could resemble in Sun and Moon show terms…

BLACK HOLE = WITHER STORM

So here’s the theory part.

Sun will become a black hole.

An embodiment of a wither storm. We all said that Sun has the most trauma. We all said he’s been alive since the beginning. And we know that the creators said Sun won’t die.

But he won’t die. Rather he has a fate worse than death. To quote a infamous quote:

“You either die a hero or live long enough to be a villain.”

Back to the saying: Sun won’t die, but “Sun will die.”

Our Sun will eventually become the villain. His current self will “die”.

But he won’t die exactly. Ever wonder why there are wither crystals?

Well, when a black hole is formed, the star itself will burst into what is called a supernova. Shooting remnants of the once living star out to space. So in a sense, Sun’s self will be blasted into various parts of space. So while he is “dead”, he isn’t dead. Rather I see this as both a chance for his family to bring their loved one back together and for Sun to do some reflecting. I also see this as a possibility where Dazzle may also play a key part in helping bring Sun back, but how? I ain’t exactly sure but call it a feeling.

As for last pointers, I would think they will call corrupted Black Hole Sun one of these names and why:

Dark Star = first name before Black Hole

Supernova Void = fancy word

Stellar void = fancy

Void Sun = just because.

[utmvarchive]

Reapertale: a summary.

As stated before, some AUs seem to run in different formats. "Reapertale" is another such AU, but rather than running as a soap opera, this Tale seems to play out like Greek mythos, positioning monsters as gods.

Toriel, goddess of life and warmth, gave breath to the earthly realm and sprouted humankind... but they were not yet mortals, and as they continued to propagate, so did conflict among them, and the balance of the earth tilted. His majesty Asgore, god of the sky from which he and the other first gods were born, and to which they would return if ever they passed on, turned to Gerson, god of wisdom, for answers. And Gerson, in turn, commissioned Gaster, god of the arcane, to conjure a counterbalance. Together, they used the power of darkness to invent the gods of death– Sans and Papyrus. Their conception deeply offended her majesty Toriel, and she secluded herself on the earth to swear off any further creation.

Though life would continue, sterility and stagnation would break out in the goddess' absence, and humanity's faith in the gods would falter. This brought on the loss of the god of hope– Asriel– as he was reaching to save Chara, a devoted acolyte, from tragedy. He was too late, and when his stardust fell into a pool of their blood, he would be reborn as an emissary of despair... again as a golden flower.

As it would happen, Chara would be the reapers' first job; but the gods of death were still newly-formed, and the dark magic used to conjure them still leaked from their forms and their scythes. Thus, only a moment's hesitation was enough for Sans' essence to corrupt Chara's SOUL, which was already embittered by the betrayal of mortal and immortal alike. They would escape, adopting the role of a demon in the following centuries.

In his effort to find Chara, Sans instead found Toriel's hidden sanctuary. The two were confrontational at first, but soon it became clear that Sans liked finding somewhere that allowed him reprieve from his thankless job, being the brother in charge of collecting the SOULs of the damned and the restless. In secret, they grew close...

...and then, claiming a role as harbinger of entropy, Chara too found Toriel. Though a god, they struck her down using a scythe stolen from Sans, igniting an Era of Corruption– an outbreak of strife, stagnation and stillbirth.

Undyne, goddess of war, was next to find what was left of the fallen god's hideaway, and confronted Sans before she could see could see that he too was grieving. Papyrus managed to intervene and calm Sans, stopping the spread of his necrotic influence, redirecting Undyne's attention to seek guidance from the father gods.

Of the first gods, Asgore was still in mourning, Gerson had gone quiet, and Gaster had gone to consult an all-seeing mirror. The mirror could show him everything– past present and future– but Chara had found it first, clouding its vision to lure him closer. They trapped him in it, and they shattered the mirror, scattering him and all memories of him with its shards.

In an effort to buy more time to rediscover life, the goddess of knowledge... Alphys... would be tasked with finding alternatives for creation. Her... first attempt involved the willing sacrifice of other gods, but these efforts would be in vain. The second attempt involved making a new vessel for a prematurely disembodied SOUL, and so... Mettaton would be created as a golem, embodying self-love.

What remained of the slain goddess was eventually detected by the opposing reapers at the same time, but Sans was thankfully faster than Chara and took her SOUL into hiding within his and Papyrus' own realm. He procured a stained-glass flower she'd once made for him after his touch withered the live white lily she previously tried to hand him, and he sacrificed the gift to bring her back with the essence of hers it had preserved. Thus, her restoration was secured.

But it would not be until the emergence of Frisk, demigod of mercy, that Chara would be cured of corruption and instead represent faith, and the balance of their world would finally stabilize.

...Seeing that mirror for myself would make my job so much easier if it were still intact...

[randomized-sims24]

Made another thing to go with the Corrupted Solar, Wither Shard Infected Sun! The marks and coloration of his eye are on the right since that's the side he uses the most for his powers. The color is purple but for some reason the camera makes it look black :/

[brightstar2000]

How did you feel about Solar not going on Nexus’ side? Cause I know I could hear the cries of people who wanted that to happen.

I am glad Solar didn't side with Nexus. I honestly expected him not to side with him and i am glad i was right there. For Solar, i'm fairly sure Nexus reminded him of both his Sun and Moon. His Sun, who cared about him, and fought to get him his own body, and his Moon, who, before he died trying to separate his kill code from himself, probably cared about Solar too before he died and the backup took his Moon's place. I think Nexus reminds him of that, which also means Solar's logic went to the fact he needs to die. I'm not happy that Nexus needs to die, but he made it very clear that he is a threat. Corrupted or not, Nexus still intends to kill them. Even Solar. Since he even said as such: "Next time you see me, better be ready to die."

I don't care if he's corrupted or not, that corruption will still lead to real potential harm or death to his ex family, and that is the problem. Even if Nexus still cared just enough to extend an offer for Solar to join him by taking the wither shards and bringing them to him, the New Moon we came to know is gone. Or buried deep in there at the very least. If they kill Nexus, it's out of self defense. I am very sure that Nexus plans to destroy their dimension. Introducing the negative star power like he is, it's like what Rez said, but don't quote me on that. I only watched that video once, and then the channel was terminated. Glad it is back, but i do think that Nexus may be that catalyst he was talking about.

I want Nexus to be saved, i really do, but i will not blame the family if they kill him. At that point it'd be out of self defense, like i said. And defending their family members. Will it hurt? Absolutely. But look at what could have happened if Sun didn't kill Blood Moon. (I still think they simulated the clones' personalities instead of the originals, but still). If they don't defeat Nexus, we can probably say goodbye to them as a whole, cuz if he blasts the negative star power into their dimension, chances are that it will die if there is enough to overpower the positive star power or expedite its' death exponentially.

I think Solar had an understandable reaction after Nexus left. Wanting him dead and all. He had to do the same to his Moon and his Monty. For Nexus, if his old self does somehow peek out from under all that negative energy, if he is still in there somewhere, a death for him may be considered a mercy kill at that point. Especially if he is suffering greatly from what he did to himself.

Though we have yet to see if that even is the case. If so, then i may change my stance a bit, but only a bit. At least for now, i am sticking where i am. I have yet to be given a reason to believe New Moon is still in there somewhere.

People can say it's just him trying to be edgy and rebellious, but what he's doing to himself is harmful to, not just himself, but also the people he knows, and even the people he doesn't. You gotta look at the greater good in situations like this. If the end result of that is that Nexus needs to die, i understand it, even if i won't like it. The best case scenario is that he is cured and able to come back, but i see that being very, very tense for a long while. Especially between him and Moon. Just have to wait and see, but unless i am given a reason to believe that New Moon is still there somewhere, somehow, i will not change my stance here.

[1ris5starlight]

...Mh, I was always curious about his history..

(0:48) YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TOUCH HIM.

(1:05) .......you're- you're planning to do what I think, right..??? .....oh god, it's what I think...OH GOD.

(2:19) GEEZ- That's too cruel to do at even for Ruin-

(2:33) Oh god....is that he looked like? He looks scary..

(8:20) ....the virus is starting to corrupt this Monty....

(11:37) .....wait....so Ruin wasn't effected by the virus? It was just all an act to survive...

(16:28) ...Are you serious right now? OF COURSE HE'S ANGRY!! LOOK WHAT THE F*CK YOU DID TO HIS HOME, HIS FRIENDS AND HIM!!!!! YOU F*CKING BRAIN FLYING FREAK.

(For how much I don't like Ruin, I HATE the Creator far more then him).

(19:18) ....I'm going to punch him. I'M GOING TO PUNCH THIS FLYING MF.

(20:25) ....oh God...even Ruin don't deserve such horrible treatment..

(21:17) ....what the h*ll was all that?....Ruin-.....Eclipse, are you ok??

(21:53) Wait....so Sun had that ability AFTER some certain events happened..?

(23:30) OH GOD AGAIN, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TOUCH HIM! STAY AWAY YOU EMO FREAK!!!

1. I kinda feel bad for Eclipse(I'm going to call him this, because he was called "Ruin" by his Creator to insult him, at least until I find some new name for him).

2. I'm afraid of how and what Nexus will do to Sun to kidnap him....

....

What if-....what if he uses his Dark Star Power to hurt Sun?

....Mhh, that couldn't work, Sun is like immune to that (when he hold the 1st wither Shard they found, he didn't get effected by it)...

....

Wait, what if Nexus overwhelm Sun with Dark Star-power? Like with the dragon.

He was too overwhelmed and he just went into a tranche and didn't move....

What If Nexus will control Sun like that..?

....

GODDDD, I have a TERRIBLE feeling about this.

[goodolddumbbanana]

So... Nexus can potentially become a mindless zombie cuz he smokes too much of Negative Star Power. Damn, talk about skill issues.

It is really sad that every Moon keeps letting themselves become a tool for someone else, this way or another. I honestly like the idea Nexus screwed royally up by himself and because he couldn't deal with the idea of losing someone more but ... That might be okay too...

Especially if it bites Nexus's ass later, because surely he doesn't want to be someone's puppet, so much that he literally abandoned his family for it, right?

Seemingly the corruption theory can be right, but the question is... How did Nexus get infected in the first scene?

Creator? Nah... Although it is the theory I love, but that dude has so much work to do, I don't think he has time to do that, especially if it can damage his plan later...

Surely it can't be Dark sun, cuz he seems quite concerned about Nexus when he said his newest addiction is consuming NSP until he dies. But Dark Sun also definitely knows something... And he doesn't seem or want to interact with Astral Bodies or the opposite side, these creatures serve Wither Storm or such...

Maybe he knows from the start that Nexus will go crazy? Maybe it is the dead one who always has fated decided that will go nuts?

Which kinda concerns me too cuz Sun can detect the shards, Sun can recognise the NSP. Sun used to kill one dragon. And Dark Sun has a huge ass dragon too. They seem like both connected with Wither Storm or shard or negative star power one way to another.

Also, His behaviour is also weird compared to Lunar, while Lunar only gag because it has some awful smell, Sun literally feels like he is in pain when reacting to it. The breathing, shaking, stuttering things? Sus

Maybe he is the patient 0, the seed that Riz says? Just like how Ruin is the carrier?

[brightsstar]

I think i'm gonna go with the theory of Sun being able to detect wither shards and not being affected by them came from the fact he killed a witherstorm in the past.

For newer fans who may not have backwatched, there was a mini series back when OG Eclipse existed where he dropped Sun and Moon in a minecraft world with a witherstorm almost assembled. Sun just had to put the final skull on it to make it come to life. So that started this 3 day gaming series of them preparing and then later defeating the witherstorm that Sun created, which Sun also killed it.

I actually was working on an art piece shortly after those videos came out but i didn't finish it, which was this:

This is about 2 years old at this point-

But it may explain Sun's affinity with the wither shards and why they don't affect him. So, if this is the case, i guess OG Eclipse did Sun a favor.

Also, i'm probably going to depict the shards as corrupted nether stars. For people who also may not know, the witherstorm originated from a game called Minecraft Story Mode, and it does exactly what they say it does on the show. It consumes until there is nothing left. Defeating it in both M:SM and the regular game drops a special nether star. (Witherstorm is a mod, btw, Not in the vanilla game) I believe those could be the shards.

I think it'd be fascinating if that witherstorm mini series ends up becoming relevant in that way, and i'm eager to see how they figure out Sun's new ability with the shards. Cuz even if those were gaming videos, they were also lore relevant. This is part of why i also like to watch the gaming videos, but only partly. Mostly it was because i just enjoy their content. And plus, SAMS got me into a couple new fandoms through the gaming videos, namely Billie Bust Up and Indigo Park. (Speaking of, i have one of the GITD Barnaby plushies, and I am getting one of the Rambley plushies!) And some gaming videos do have actual lore! Like, Eclipse first made his presence known during one of their gaming videos, for example. A Teardown gaming video.

Speaking of the gaming videos, i really miss them. Love the lore and all, but i miss them just being silly and playing games together. I was hoping they'd go back to doing that after Moon came back, but they haven't. I think they have done only 2-3 gaming videos since he came back.

Anyways.. that's just some of my thoughts. I think the nether star that Sun and Moon left their witherstorm encounter with may have affected Sun and may be why he can detect, track, and even be unfazed by the effects of the shards. Maybe his newely obtained magic finally kickstarted that ability of his.

[candycryptids]

Ishi’li smoothed her fingers over Feo Ul’s hair, casting her gaze out over the illusory city that felt so solid and real beneath her.

“So…” Ishi’li starts, tail tip flicking in deep thought, “If everything doesn’t work, and… and we can’t.. stop the transformation, you can still keep us together?”

The Faerie King resting in her lap hums their confirmation. “Of course, my darling sapling. Though I’d miss your Mortality,” Feo Ul tilts their head like a cat so that Ishi’s mindless petting would go where they liked. “I would do anything in my power to help you. And since you don’t want your beloved blossom to wither in the blazing light, I will turn you into the mightiest tree, so that you can shade and protect him.”

Ishi’li bites her lip, brow furrowed, considering the option even knowing it would be an ultimate act of selfishness- dooming this shard, and probably the source too, to an end consumed in light. Kizuna had told her that she couldn’t sacrifice herself, and leave him behind. But she didn’t want him to sacrifice himself either. This was the best of both- if the corruption of light became too much to bear, and Kizuna started to lose what semblance of control he still had left….

“You mortals do so love your causes,” Feo Ul continued, “and that is one of my favorite things about you, it makes you so fun to play with and watch,” they roll over, wings folded down against their back to look up at Ishi’li with glittering grey-green eyes. “I offer you and your Blossom Paradise. Take off your important mantle of being the Heroes, and rest. You’ve done so much already. Tis’n’t wrong for even heroes to want for succor, and besides, yours is not a light burden, Hideki Takahashi, Ishi’li Jusumhi, Warrior of Light, My tender little sapling.”

Ishi’li’s face is hard to read, her hands stilled from her soothing petting, looking up and away.“Thank you, my beloved, and most gracious and generous Branch, Feo Ul,” Ishi’li tells the wavering sky of water, sounding far away, deep in her own thoughts.

“Just remember,” Feo Ul murmurs gently, rolling back over to pillow their head on her thigh, “I’m only a heartfelt call away, if you make your choice. I’ll whisk you both to Il Mheg and you’ll have Eternities together.”

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huaaaaaargghh I did it I wrote something down about some late game Kizuna/Ishi’li and how messy Shadowbringers gets- all cos I couldn’t think of a caption for these beautiful shots I took down in Amaurot. Kizuna belongs to @dustedbooksandreadingnooks and yes this tag is in part to shamelessly have him see I wrote something LMFAO. The other part is to make big googoo eyes and hope he poses/draws more Kizuna in the future cos I love him. 👀