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luxury-nightmare · 3 months ago

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mom says it’s my turn on the writing

Alex woke up the sound of a ladder being dropped on the floor.

Then, Clyde complaining.

“On Six’s name, Simon, what was that for?”

Alex opened their eyes slowly, turning over to the two velidgun bickering on the other side of the nest.

“The paint on the side of the barn is chipping, and I need help with it” Clyde rolled its eyes. “And?”

Simon gave Clyde an exasperated look “and you’re going to help”

Clyde rolled over, giving Simon an icy look. “Come on Simon, aren’t you supposed to be the good one? That’s why Six hates you so much”

Simon crossed their arms “Charming” they said, face deadpan “but unlike our creator, I have a barn to keep clean and two people to house, so you’re going to pull your weight.”

Clyde snarled “The human has a bullet wound, Simon.” Simon looked confused for a moment “I never said anything about Alex”

Clyde blinked a couple times, seeming like it had said something it shouldn’t have. It rolled its eyes and crawled out of the nest. Alex turned back to Simon, then sat up, turning to stand up.

“I can help, if you want.” They said, the turned to follow Clyde. “No it’s fine” Simon said, reaching out like they were trying to grab their shoulder but remembered what would’ve happened.

“It’s fine Simon,” they turned to Simon “I’ve been healing, really fast for some reason.”

Simon looked past them, sharing a concerned look with Clyde. “Clyde, don’t tell me-“

“Yes” Clyde cut them off nervously “it’s fine”

Alex turned to it with a concerned look on their face. “What are you talking about?” They asked. Clyde moved slightly closer to them “it doesn’t matter, I’ll explain later”.

Alex looked back to Simon, then followed Clyde outside

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Alex balanced precariously on the latter, painting the side of the barn with white paint. Clyde was holding the paint can in its tail, painting the wall with much less enthusiasm.

“So,” Alex broke the silence “what was that about, with Simon”. Clyde paused, putting the paint can down on the ground. “It’s not important right now”

“It sounded important,” Alex responded, gliding the paintbrush closer to Clyde’s side “who exactly is Six?”

Clyde froze, almost dropping the brush. They cringed, and clenched their teeth. Maybe they shouldn’t have asked. They turned back the the wall.

“Us veldigun, we aren’t exactly natural,” Alex paused, then placed their brush down, focusing on it’s words. They stepped off the latter. “We were put on this world to cause madness, by what you humans would probably call a god,” Alex stumbled back in shock.

“It’s only known as Six. There are always six veldigun, there were veldigun before Me, Winfrey, Simon and the Flock, but when they die they are eventually replaced so there can be six. Me and Winfrey are the oldest pair I know of, Simon and the Flock came next. There are probably two I don’t know of somewhere” It paused “I hear it sometimes” it’s voice barely above a whisper, turning to Alex, before pausing at the look on their face.

“What does it sound like?” they sounded desperate, leaving Clyde confused. “What are you talking about-”

”Clyde please” Alex grabbed its shoulders, there was a desperation in their voice that it hadn’t seen from them since they had found Winfrey.

Clyde cleared its nonexistent throat. Trying to imitate the voice of its creator felt vaguely blasphemous, but Alex’s fear made it need answers as much at it did.

“Like this I believe”. It blinked. It had gotten shockingly close. Its attention was quickly stolen by Alex, their breaths getting shallow and panicked. “No no no no no” they muttered to themself.

“Human?” Clyde extended a claw slowly. “I’ve been hearing that voice Clyde,” their words were barely a whisper, “I don’t know what’s happening to me”

It gritted its teeth. “I think I might”

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“Wait, conversion?”

Clyde gritted its teeth “it’s the best theory I have. You’d already be dead if it was veldigun sickness and you’ve been hearing, it” it paused, then turned back to Alex, their eyes crinkling at the edges in concern.

“Then why do I still look, human?” They asked. Clyde paused “remember what I said about my….our illusions?” Their eyes widened “they start subconsciously”

Alex took another pause “so I’ve been making myself, look human?”

“I assume” it shrugged. They two sat in silence for a minute. “Do I think I could, drop the illusion?”

Clyde stiffened “I guess” it said. Alex focused, and Clyde cringed slightly.

“Stop” they turned to the velidgun “you’re dropping an illusion, not creating one. Relax.” They gave it a small smile then closed their eyes.

Then, there were more eyes than just the closed ones.

Clyde stumbled back as six purple eyes blinked open in Alex’s hair, locked on it with utter apathy.

Alex opened their eyes as the new ones closed. “Did it work?” Clyde nodded quickly.

“Guys, the barn isn’t finished,” Their head whipped around to see Simon walking towards them. It saw the other eyes open in a panic, “if you needed help you could’ve asked-“ They froze, staring at Alex.

They turned to it, a look of confusion and shock dawning in their face. Clyde was blinking rapidly, crooked eyes widening. The two velidgun looked at each other, Clyde’s teeth bared back in nervousness.

Sixth

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anonymousewrites · 6 months ago

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter One

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter One: I’d say I feel like Death, but that would be Noa

Summary: God has arrived, and now (Y/N) must face the aftermath of what they did.

Oh, God.

Literally.

(Y/N) stared in shock as God, literal, unearthly, ruler-of-the-universe, Creator of all, stood before them in a cashmere cardigan. The Four Horsemen gaped, and Em, delirious with blood loss as they were, could tell this was real and not some hallucination. Honestly, none of the teens were quite sure what the appropriate reaction to seeing God was.

Michael flinched, clearly not having expected this intervention. It seemed the Apocalypse had gotten the attention of the entire universe. On Amenadiel’s part, he, too, was surprised, and could only stare at his Father.

Lucifer’s reaction was far more negative. He was shocked, but his first priority was (Y/N), so he pushed them further behind them. If God was here due to the Apocalypse, then there was no telling what might happen to the Antichrist.

God looked out over the group, and His sons retracted their wings over his disapproving expression. (Y/N)’s followed suit a moment later, not wanting to draw attention to themself.

“Father.” Amenadiel broke the silence with the only word he could muster. He hesitated, unsure how to continue. “You’re here.” There, the plain old facts.

“Well, my attention was caught,” said God.

(Y/N) swallowed. They had gotten his attention by nearly destroying reality. That can’t be good for me. Their instincts demanded to summon their powers, but (Y/N) was too exhausted, body aching from literally unraveling and reforming, so they just stood beside Lucifer nervously.

“Oh, Father, thank you for coming,” said Michael, suddenly deferential as he stepped forward. “You—You saw it? The Apocalypse? They were threatening the world, your creation!” He pointed at his face, at the ugly scar marring it. “And look what happened to me!”

“Do not blame everyone on my child,” snapped Lucifer. “Always the way of our family, isn’t it, blaming everything on a single person instead of admitting any faults themselves!”

“Father, although the Apocalypse did start, it wasn’t intentional. (Y/N) did not want to harm anyone. Do not blame them,” said Amenadiel, ever the elder brother trying to mediate family struggles. “I should’ve kept a better on my siblings, too. That would have stopped this.”

“I don’t care who’s at fault,” said God. “I simply want to put things right. For the world. For you. For our family.”

“Good point, Father,” said Michael, kissing ass as always. He turned and dared to smile at the others in the room. “We should all make amends.”

“Make amends?” snapped Lucifer. “You tried to make my child destroy themself! I’m not just forgiving you for that. You’ve attacked them, their friends, brought their abusive biological family out of jail, gotten their partner shot, and now you think that’s all just fine?! You even impersonated me to hurt them.” He glared at Michael. “You’ll have to do a hell of a lot more than just kiss Father’s ass to even avoid me ripping you apart.”

“Well…everyone is alive,” said Michael.

“You—”

“Sir.”

(Y/N)’s quiet, tired voice cut through the ensuing argument.

All eyes went to them, and (Y/N) lifted their tired, fearful gaze to meet God’s eyes. “Please help them.” They were supporting Em, barely conscious and bleeding still. “Please. It’s not her fault what happened. Please. Don’t let her die because of what I did.”

Their first words to God were not pleading for their own safety, were not defensive of what had happened, were not serving themself in any way. (Y/N)’s first words were to ask for mercy for the people they cared about.

God raised a hand, and (Y/N) flinched, preparing to be smitten or something similar. Lucifer’s heart thumped in fear, and he pulled (Y/N) to him. God’s gaze furrowed at the actions, and when he waved his hand, all that happened was that Em gasped. The wound in their side sealed, and the blood and tear disappeared from their dress like it had never been there.

(Y/N)’s eye widened, and the Four Horsemen hugged Em tightly in relief. (Y/N) was too exhausted and just stared in relief as they leaned against Lucifer.

God’s eyes seemed to glint with satisfaction as people relaxed, and he waved his hand again. Around them, the walls of the building were rebuilt. (M/N) and (F/N) disappeared, obviously returning to jail. The world righted itself after being turned upside down.

All that was left of the Apocalypse was the mental scars and physical marks. Neither of those would leave. But they would heal.

(Y/N) swallowed in relief and looked back at God. Good. He healed Em. And the world is alright. Now… Now (Y/N) would have to face the consequences of their actions.

“Thank you,” they said quietly. “And for what it’s worth…I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. Really.”

Lucifer held them tightly. “Don’t apologize. It is not your fault.” He looked up and glared at God. “And no one’s going to touch you. Not when I’m here.”

(Y/N) looked up at Lucifer. He truly cared about them and wanted to protect them. I love my dad.

Michael sneered. “They’re the Antichrist. They nearly destroyed the world. Of course it’s their fa—”

God held up a hand. Michael froze. God walked towards the group of teenagers and Lucifer. Amenadiel hesitated. He didn’t want to go against his Father, but if He were to threaten a group of children for being drawn into an event bigger than them, Amenadiel…he wouldn’t like it. He was a father. He didn’t want to see children hurt.

Lucifer held onto (Y/N) and glared at God defiantly. His power was nothing to God’s, but he would fight tooth and nail to protect his kid. None of this was their fault.

Em leaned on Leon and Noa and stared worriedly. They were frozen and watching God. They wanted to step forward, but without knowing God’s intentions, they were terrified and still in awe of His presence. How were they supposed to do with looking God in the face?

(Y/N) themself looked at God and swallowed. This was it. They had survived the Apocalypse and been saved by their dad, but they were still…the Antichrist. The Abomination.

God stopped before them. Everyone was silent.

He smiled. “Be not afraid, child. No harm will come to you.”

Everyone either relaxed or stared in shock. (Y/N) looked at God, searching his gaze to understand.

“But I—I almost destroyed everything,” said (Y/N).

“You had a natural reaction to a distressing situation,” said God, his gentle smile remaining on his face. “And the world is still here. Why would anyone be upset at that?”

(Y/N) could have sobbed in relief, and Lucifer’s protective grip softened into one of joy at having them with him still, alive and safe in his arms.

“What? But Father—They—The Apocalypse—” Michael wasn’t sure what to say, but he was fuming. He had sucked up to God, been his right hand for so long, and yet God had instantly warmed to the Antichrist instead of punishing them—and Lucifer.

“Enough,” said God. “That is not the issue here.”

“It…isn’t?” said Amenadiel.

“No,” said God. “The issue is our family.” He sighed and shook his head. “Always fighting.”

“Yes, well, perhaps if you intervened earlier when one of your sons was terrorizing my child, then we wouldn’t have this issue now,” snapped Lucifer. His hands tightened around (Y/N). “Come on, (Y/N). We’re leaving.”

Everyone looked at him.

“So soon?” said God, a bit disappointed.

“If Michael is going to hang around and harass them without apology or pleading for his life, then yes,” said Lucifer. “(Y/N) is my priority.” He cast a scathing look at God and Michael. “They’re the best family in this room.” He extended his wings, flapped them, and disappeared with (Y/N) in his arms.

Em, Leon, Marcel, Noa, and Olive exchanged a look. Their friend was gone, and now they were stuck in a room with an unfamiliar angel (Amenadiel), an asshole (Michael), and the most powerful being in existence (God). They did not want to be there any longer.

Noa cleared their throat bravely, and the others held them tightly in support. “I, uh, Sir, may we…leave?”

God looked at the five teenagers. “The Four Horsemen and my grandchild’s partner. May I ask your names before you go?”

“Noa.” Once again, they led the way in speaking.

“Olive.” She spoke up next, grasping Noa’s hand tightly. If Noa wasn’t being scolded by God, perhaps it wasn’t so bad to speak to Him. Still intimidating, though.

“Marcel.”

“Leon.”

“Emeranne.”

God smiled at them kindly, a far cry from what some religions said of Him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Have a restful night after all that you’ve been through.”

The teenagers exchanged looks before nodding nervously and scrambling from the room. None of them wanted to be in the midst of that tension anyone.

Besides, now that the world was safe, their main concern was checking on (Y/N). They were alive, but they had seemed so frail.

(Y/N) sighed in relief as they arrived back in the penthouse with Lucifer. Instantly, they collapsed in exhaustion. Lucifer scooped them up and carried them to their room. It didn’t matter how old they were or how much they grew, he had the strength to do it. Lucifer lay (Y/N) down in their bed, and he gazed at them in pure love and relief.

“How are you feeling?” he said.

“I’d say I feel like death,” groaned (Y/N). “But that would be Noa.”

Lucifer smiled. If they had their sarcasm back, then that meant they were recovering. “Do you want anything to eat, drink? Do you want pajamas?” (Y/N) was still in their prom suit.

“I just want to pass out…” said (Y/N), rolling over.

“I’ll check on you in the morning, then,” said Lucifer. He put a hand on their head and ruffled their hair affectionately. His gaze dropped to the black marks trailing up their neck and arms, the scars of the apocalypse. His heart ached. “I love you, (Y/N). I hope you know that.”

“I do, Dad.” (Y/N) looked at Lucifer. “I just…forgot. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” said Lucifer. “None of this was your fault.” He squeezed their hand. “You’re alive, and that’s all that matters.”

(Y/N) smiled, and their eyes closed. Comforted by his words, they drifted off to sleep.

Lucifer gazed at his child. His hand went to their pulse, and he breathed a deep sigh of relief at knowing they were alive.

He wasn’t sure what to make of his Father coming to Earth, but he had been so fearful of (Y/N) being punished. Lucifer had gone to Hell; he didn’t want (Y/N) to face any part of God’s wrath. Not when they hadn’t done anything wrong.

But they were fine. God had said it wasn’t their fault. So, whatever His reason for sticking around, Lucifer didn’t give a damn right now. He only cared about his child being alive. He cast (Y/N) a final loving look before rising and walking out of the room.

Ding!

The penthouse elevator opened, and five teenagers piled out.

“Is (Y/N) alright?”

“Where are they?”

“Why is God here?”

“Did something happen to (Y/N)?”

“Should I call an ambulance?”

Lucifer smiled fondly at the care and worry in all of (Y/N)’s friends’ voices. “(Y/N) is alright. They’re sleeping.”

The group relaxed. Em stepped forward, and Leon and Noa went with them in case she tired from the ordeal.

“Can I stay with them tonight? So I know they’re alive?” said Em.

“Of course,” said Lucifer. He looked at the entire group. “Anyone who wishes to can stay here. I can find pajamas, blankets, and pillows for you all.”

Instantly, the group clamored in agreement and nodded furiously. None of them felt well enough to return to their homes and the parents that had no idea God and all the other shit was real. They wanted to stay with Lucifer and (Y/N) and the friends that had fought by their sides.

Lucifer smiled. “I’ll find you supplies. I’m guessing you’ll all camp in (Y/N)’s room?” He could tell they were going to, so he just nodded. “Help yourself to food, water…even alcohol if you’ve careful. Tonight has been a lot, for all of you.”

It truly had. The mess of the Apocalypse, Em’s near death, (Y/N)’s near death, and God’s arrival, had overshadowed the adrenaline rush and fear the group had experienced. Four of them had learned they were literally the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Frankly, they were too exhausted to work through that trauma.

So, they collected the pillows and blankets from Lucifer and collapsed in (Y/N)’s room, dresses and suits still on, belts, shoes, and jewelry thrown to the side. Marcel curled up against Leon, holding their waste tightly, and Leon held his hand. Olive curled up on her side, and Noa legs entwined with hers. Em collapsed onto (Y/N)’s bed and took their hand. In their sleep, (Y/N) shifted nearer.

In an instant of comfort and tiredness, the entire group fell asleep in a heap.

Lucifer peeked into the room to ensure everyone was alright and smiled fondly. For all the terror and danger they’d faced, (Y/N) had a good group of friends. They had fought for (Y/N) until Lucifer arrived. He was incredibly grateful for them.

Almost as grateful as Lucifer was to have (Y/N) as his child.

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dark-elf-writes · 4 months ago

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Wren pointedly did not run from the light of the fire. They kept their steps steady, even, as they followed Solas away from the main camp. They kept their head high and the tremble that still haunted them from their limbs. They kept their jaw clenched so hard it ached and their half numb toes still in the constricting boots no one had bothered to take off of them.

They kept up the act of Herald, of savior, even though they wanted nothing more to scream.

(Mother Gisele had been right. Their people needed hope, needed a leader they could believe in. Even their advisors were so close to breaking with the ashes of Haven still choking all of their lungs. Wren had to be more, had to stand tall and firm, had to become the leader.

It’s what they were training for, even if this was about as far from being a First as they could imagine.)

They didn’t even notice the cold seeping back into their tingling limbs until Solas frowned and waved his hand towards a brazier, lighting it with casual grace. They envied that sometimes. The certainty in all of his movements. The casual confidence like he knew already what needed to happen and was just waiting for the rest of them to come to the same conclusion. They wondered why he followed them at all when it was so clear they were making this up as they went along.

“Herald.”

Wren bit back the scream so brutally their teeth sang in pain and they tasted blood… or maybe they had been tasting blood since getting knocked around by that dragon and had simply lost the sensation to the all consuming cold. They weren’t entirely sure.

“Wren,” It was a plea more than an order, and they could see Solas’ eyes widen slightly. “Please, hahren, I… I need to feel mortal tonight.”

“Do you not?” Solas shifted his weight, those eyes that seemed far too old looking them up and down.

(They… should have grabbed their staff. It would make sense for a mage to carry their staff, make sense for a leader to be armed when lost out in the wilderness. And creators how they ached to take some of the weight off of their aching and half-frozen feet.h

“You heard the shem- heard the others singing. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone was already writing about the second bride of their Maker.” They reached out towards the fire, despite the tingling warmth that spread through their palms. The hurt was a mortal one, grounding them here. “I have no desire to become a god, or a reflection of one for that matter.”

Out of the corner of their eye they saw Solas’s face do something complicated, flashing through so many emotions that they couldn’t place any of them. Then he was reaching to them with the same casual grace and hands glowing green. The gentle warming green of healing magic not the sickly aching green of the anchor. Some of the ache in their limbs eased. They would have glared at him for using his already exhausted magic so frivolously if they weren’t biting back a sob of relief.

“Wren,” They didn’t think they had ever heard Solas say their name before. Only Herald or da’len. Tears froze in their lashes before they could fall. “Wren.” He repeated their name like it was something precious and ephemeral. The first bloom of life rather than a gilded statue meant to last centuries.

(They wished Mahanon was here. Wished for their adopted brother’s steadfast devotion and protection. Wished they could sag against the hunter’s side and delude themself into thinking everything would be okay.)

“There is much we need to discuss. About the orb. About the Inquisition.”

“Tomorrow,” Again a plea more than an order, but the tension in Solas’ shoulders eased all the same. “I… I don’t think I’m going to remember much of tonight anyway. It’s all been,” They wave noncommittally, unable to find words in either language to properly describe the last day.

Solas huffed what could have been a laugh or a sound of agreement. “Tomorrow then. You need rest if we are going to find the Inquisition a new home…”

Wren tipped their head back, savoring the tingling almost painful warmth of the fire and the knife-sharp bite of the air. Mortal hurts. “Soon. I… Soon.”

He nodded and together the two of them stood in silence. Simply existing in each other’s company as the night wore on.

#the elf talks #dragon age #an exaltation of heroes #solas and wren have similar fears about wren being pushed to divinity

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vacantgodling · 2 years ago

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How do you come up with names for tcol? Especially the magic names and place names.

oo thank you for asking—this is kind of a loaded ask so i’ll break it up into a couple of sections! beware rambles ahead:

MAGIC NAMES

so, a lot of the names in tcol when i initially created this wip (i was very young when tcol first started brewing into being lol) were actually based off of latin, with me changing or adding a few letters around or taking two words and smashing them together.

TENOM for instance—the initial phrase that i used in latin was “tenebrae obumbrata” which means “shadowed by darkness” which is a pretty good description of the magic itself. then i mashed the two words together: TENebrae and ObuMbrata became ten-om for short. CANTATIO is actually a direct latin word which means singing, though i use it to describe all music magic in this world. VIS means “you want” or “to want” (and the two letters vi by themselves mean “force”) so i took that kind of concept of “wanting” and “force” and applying it to the idea that this magic is only limited by the user themself. and so on. some other magics i don’t really remember their exact origins (such as muram but yknow).

PLACE NAMES

place names are more varied in how i come up with them; some of them are inspired by latin yet some of them are actually inspired by the history of the world itself (terrae—which is also latin lmao), or their existence in the world/what their purpose for being formed was, or they’re literally from random word generators to sound more “interesting.” some examples:

EASTHOLLOW, or the guild city, is named for the fact that it is located near The Great Eastern Sea (which, in an iceland/greenland scenario is not actually east 💀) and “hollow” because there are very few permanent structures that exist within. this is because the inhabitants of the city are constantly changing due to many only being present for guild examinations and to get chosen (hopefully) in the guild bid. so the city especially when not in peak season is/feels hollow.

WISH OF PALANTHIA is a made up word, though i’ve decided that Palanthia is the personification of the spirit of hope in terrae and the name of the goddess MUINENS’s shield. the city was created for treaty negotiations after the first and only terranean civil war between the lathsburians and the aegeans and essentially means “wish for hope” or “promise of hope”. the city is also a somewhat grim promise; the elder of the sister creator goddesses IISIDIA made it very clear that if terraneans ever went to war against each other again she would destroy the entire world period. so the city exists also as a reminder to not piss her off 💀

and speaking of lathsburians the city of LATHSBURY is named for a specific reason as well. LATHSBURY is named for the first guardian of terrae, Lath of Argos and the sacrifice he made in order to create The Labyrinth itself. his courage and valor in the face of death itself for the betterment of terrae as a whole is what the kingdom of lathsbury itself is founded on; thus using his name as their name. if you go further into the etymology of lath’s name, it also means “lion” or “straight like bamboo”, both of which describe how lathsburians view themselves; strong and unable to stop growing (like bamboo).

similarly the city of MARTHVEIL is named after a god (or god adjacent figure in lath’s place)—the god-venerated-from-mortality, MARTH who is the god of alchemy among other things. the “veil” part of the name comes from the fact that before being venerated MARTH (is) was a trans man yet his family at the time was against him pursuing science and what would eventually become alchemy and instead wanted him to become a bride. so he essentially threw away his veil of being a bride to pursue science, so the city is named for that.

and so on!

those are just a few examples off the top of my head but i really care about word and name etymology and at the end of the day i really want tcol to feel lived in, yknow? i take the same care with actual character names as well but since you asked about places/magic i wanted to focus on those instead!

#s: tcol #worldbuilding

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fairhairedkings · 1 year ago

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Wait!! That's the definition of bisexual?? Im so sorry for asking for clarification but I'm gay and Ive seen how horrible other lesbians can be to bi women so I want to get it right! But, my bi friends told me that pansexual means attraction regardless of gender. That bisexual means you're attracted to NB, cis/trans men and cis/trans women, but the attraction is different between men/women/NB (not between cis and trans!!!). So pan the attractions the same regardless of gender, bi attracted to all but it's different between genders, there's nuances. But, attraction isn't different between cis/trans women in any case because women are women.

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Sorry dumb lesbian anon. I'm probably doubling down but I feel like that was a confused ramble. To clarify my bi friend used her and her then partner as an example. She said she is attracted to all genders, but does gravitate to nb and women. She's still attracted to men! But, the attractions different. Whereas for her pan partner the attraction is entirely person dependent, gender doesn't come into it. Sorry!!! Just want to get it right.

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the fun thing about it is that definitions are made up, change over time and individual interpretations of terminology vary widely! (and by fun i mean confusing.)

if you go up to twenty people who identify as bi, you're probably not going to get the exact same definition of what that means, but most people will probably say something along the lines of what was in that post, which was "attraction regardless of gender".

one of the merriam-webster definitions for bisexuality is: of, relating to, or characterized by sexual or romantic attraction to people of one's own gender identity and of other gender identities

while the one for pansexuality is: of, relating to, or characterized by sexual or romantic attraction that is not limited to people of a particular gender identity or sexual orientation

(which seems to imply that the attraction a bisexual feels towards a person is impacted by the other person's sexual orientation. which, what the fuck????)

my tags on the other post referring to people insisting that "bisexuality is inherently transphobic" is referencing how i'll often see people describe themselves as pansexual because they're attracted to all genders. which is fine! they're allowed to use the label that appeals to them, like your friends.

it does, unfortunately, often perpetuate the idea of bisexuality as being attraction to Men and Women (often framed as same and opposite sex), which seems to be the definition that the anon on the other post was using.

are there people who identify with that understanding of bisexuality? probably. but i wouldn't say that's the standard.

anyways, it all comes back to generally just accept the label that a person chooses for themself, but please for the love of god stop insisting that bisexuality has always been and continues to be transphobic. (this is not directed at you specifically! just in general, lol.)

that went on a tangent from your original question, but here is a video that goes into the history of the word by a creator with a lot of videos about the nuances of bisexuality (and other stuff) if you are interested:

youtube

#mine #asks #anon #bisexuality

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puelluna · 1 year ago

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“Alright, everyone, I know today is an exciting day, but please, be calm,” Arya smiled as the other gods filtered in, watching them take their places around the table that had been prepared for them all. She’d decided to call the other gods to attend this meeting by simply stating its purpose, a set of words that the others had been waiting years to hear:

“It’s time to go home.”

That had gotten her siblings moving. Some of them out of curiosity, others out of a genuine desire to return to Yrdea. Whenever Arya spoke of “home,” that was where she had so often meant. The world upon which the gods had been born.

It did not surprise Arya that, when she saw her siblings join her at the 14th Parlor, they all seemed to be wearing festive attire.

As they all trickled in and settled down, Arya’s eyes drifted over each of them, a sense of warm pride filling her. They had all become creators of their own worlds, with children and people to call their own. They had all come so far.

And it was time to finish this.

“Well,” she breathes, “It appears everyone is here…so, we can begin.” She leaned over a lectern before the others, hands guided to the sides; she was nervous about this. How could she not be? Even if it had been a long while coming. Especially if it had been a long while coming.

“Welcome, everyone. As you all well know by now, the threat of the Abyss is now gone, and what was left of the demonic threat has been dealt with; converted into protectors and guardians of the manaveins. Mother's plans have been fulfilled in their entirety, which alone has been cause for celebration. This has led to the question among some of us, however; namely, “when will we get to return to Yrdea?”

“Now, that started because, a long time ago, I promised you all that once the Abyss was dealt with, we would be able to do just that: return to Yrdea, and take up residence there, if we wish to." Her smile grew wide then, and she took a deep breath, before clearing her throat and saying,

"And I am deeply pleased to say that this is still my intention. Starting from this moment and going forwards, I am lifting our restriction on going home, and while you’re there, I will not impose restrictions on what you can or cannot do, with the obvious exception that, if you attempt to enslave mortals or return to the old ways, I will do what I must to put a stop to that. Do I make myself clear?”

Nyr was the first to speak up, raising a slow hand before talking,

“U-um…w-what if we don’t encourage them, but mortals attempt to worship us anyways? I-I am the goddess of oceans, after all…” nervous as ever, but Nyr had an unmistakable air of excitement to her today. Understandably so. Arya smiles in reply, before explaining,

“Those situations in which there is mortal worship involved will be discussed on a case-by-case basis. If it is chosen of the mortals’ own free wills, then I will not stop it from occurring, but if the situation becomes dangerous--if a bunch of mortals have gotten into a fight over which god is the best, if mortals wish to kill the god themself, or other such similar examples-- we will discuss removing the god or goddess involved for the safety of the mortals. The last thing we need is a bunch of zealous crusaders on our hands.”

That seemed to placate the others; Arya had ever been careful about how she handled these things, and it seemed that this would not be an exception.

Smiling, she then continued,

“Very well, if there are no more questions--then you all will be able to exit the bar onto our home island, and from there, you may go where you wish, and proceed as you wish. I expect to meet many of you out there, just please, do try and recall that they’ve been without us for a very long time, and so they may not accept you as divine, which, honestly, might be for the best. And…” she breathed, “...Welcome home.”

...

Arya stood, silent as everyone prepared to leave, carefully watching them go one after the other. Until, at last, it was just her and the girls, Elation and Grace, who in this moment, gathered close to her.

"My lady?" Grace spoke in that soft, motherly tone of hers, "Are you…ready to depart, yourself?"

It was the question Arya had been asking herself basically on-repeat ever since she had finished off the Abyss. Was she ready to return?

One of Elation’s hands came to rest on Arya’s arm, and Arya smiled, placing a hand gently upon her fox-eared retainer’s. Slowly, she nodded to Grace, and the Twins’ Reach began to shift. The transforming substance was at her whim with a simple telepathic command, and the normal, regal black dress she wore melted into a simple, black leather outfit, with a black cloak coming to rest atop the outfit so Arya’s body couldn’t really be seen. Arya extended a hand out, and from her fingertips, the black metallic substance formed a walking stick as well.

“...I’m ready,” she breathes, smiling at them both softly, “I trust you both will be able to handle the bar while I’m gone?”

That had been their agreement; that when Arya left for Yrdea, Grace and Elation would watch the bar, and keep the 14th Parlor in her stead. They didn’t mind, of course--it was hardly the first time they had done this. But it did mean Arya would be going home alone for the first time in ages. Not even with intent or purpose, just…to wander.

Both Elation and Grace nodded, and bowed to her. Which meant it was time to go.

Slowly, hesitantly, Arya stepped towards the door of the 14th Parlor, and turned the doorknob, stepping out and letting the door close behind her.

...

She emerged into a world at sunset.

Golden grass beneath her feet blew in the evening sunlight, and the sounds of gentle waves could be heard in an even rhythm that Arya knew as though it were engraved in her mind. Her hand around the walking staff shook, and as Arya glanced up at the mountain atop the island, tears began to stream down her face.

She sank to her knees, and began to do something between a sob and a laugh. She could feel, deep below the ground, the manaveins shifting and shivering at her presence, as it had likely done with the other gods’ arrivals, too. Arya let out a shaky sigh, and closed her eyes, looking upwards. The manaveins had likely nurtured mortals, as had been Arya’s hope, but she knew that this world had been made for them. The shivering, that was the manaveins calling out to her, saying “welcome home.”

With a wide smile across her face, Arya stood up and began to walk towards the shoreline. She knew this home, and knew it well, but it was time to see what mortals had come up with in her absence…

#saved #welcome home Arya #its been too long

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goblinbugthing · 1 year ago

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PEN!!!!

oopsie didnt notice this, allergies want me dead

allow me to talk about my girls, the absolutes, since i dont do that enough even though i love them

(in reference to this post)

AUGH, my girls!!!!!! The four lovely little non-ladies that i accidentally made a magical girl group <3

There is so much wild lore behind these kiddos, but unfortunately, I can’t talk about all that shit because SO MANY SPOILERS FOR SOUL JOURNEY.

Ahem. Lemme actually talk about them now.

These four — Inifya, Mirror Inifya (Mira/Shini), Pura, and Nycto Tolaris — are a group of teenage Astrals with great powers that they rarely use outside of training. Instead of specifically following their destiny to become the next Four Heroes of Yore, they decide to create a band they call The Absolutes, because Void and Gala always refer to them as The Absolute Heroes. Gala is a massive history geek, and he knows quite a bit about the original Four Heroes of Yore, and the girls remind him of them quite a bit. Void themself says that they are the originals reborn, which they very well may be, seeing Pura’s absolutely insane abilities as a Void-Born Astral. (That means she was created in the Void, AKA Nebulis’ homeland/realm/test area, not that she was created by Void. Those are Galactics.)

They’re still much too young to begin their duties as Star Warriors, Ini, Mira, and Pura being 15 and Nycto being 13, and the first few are still in their training stages (Nycto is a fast learner — striking reflection of her… father? Of Elfilis. I guess they’d be the dad, since Gen carried her, or something like that. Genetics are fucking weird, especially when it comes to Astrals), so they haven’t been officially titled as Holy Knights yet, but they will be eventually.

Now it’s time to talk about them as separate characters!

First of, Ini. She's the future daughter of Kirby, and her name is kind of obviously based on the word infinity, and the concept of naming her ‘infinity’ comes from— actually, I can’t say that, that’s afterstory stuff. Just know her name has some deeper connections past being based on the word ‘infinity’.

Anyway, they’re the future Warrior of Soul. When they come of age and are officially knighted, they’ll be titled Absolute Infinity Hero, Soul Knight Inifya. Here’s an excerpt from their section of a little “history book” about the Four Heroes i wrote a while back:

(By the way, Lord Yk is Nebulis, aka the son-daughter-child of Galactica, who is THE God, but nobody in-multiverse really knows about Them and think Nebs is THE God. Which isn’t necessarily wrong, I guess)

As I said before, these girls have SO many K:SJ spoilers attached to them. That’s what makes them so fun to talk about though, I get to be mysterious and vague and tease things and put foreshadowing everywhere.

ANYWAY. The censored stuff is all regarding their Big Crazy Ability that I can’t mention bc they inherited it from Kirby, who uses it in the climax of the fic that I might not even finish. All you gotta know is it’s incredibly strong, and absolutely terrifying. Which makes it awesome. I wish I could talk about it, but it’s existence is a major plot point, so I can’t. Major L for me.

Next is Mira! She’s the future daughter of Shadow Kirby, and is younger than her main-universe counterpart by about 10 minutes, since Void helped with the creation of the two, building their bodies and Souls from scratch. Gotta love being a creator entity, being able to do shit like that.

She’s got the same name origins as Ini, and the same abilities as them, but she prefers using her Dream magic over her Soul magic, and she’s the future Warrior of Dreams. When they’re older and knighted, they’ll be titled Absolute Dreamscape Hero, Mare Knight Shini (or Mare Knight Mira). Here’s an excerpt from her section in the same “history book”:

(The Eterna Hero is Galacta’s predecessor, as in he was supposed to be a recreation of her. She was also capable of using this Big Crazy Ability that I can’t name bc spoilers. She’s shown off more in two oneshots I made titled MERCY, which is about her death, and Once So Great, which is from her mourning friend’s point of view 17 million years later. Read them if you like!)

The censored stuff here is also regarding the Big Crazy Ability. I’ve just now decided that I’m going to make a google doc with everything about K:SJ like I’m doing with my hollow knight AUs so I can get all this information out of me and have a reference for if I ever keep working on the fic.

Ok Pura time!!!!! She’s the future Warrior of Heart, and she was created by Nebulis from excess positive emotions, and since she doesn’t have any biological parents, she was taken in by Elfilis and Fiktra and raised as their eldest daughter. Because she’s a Void-born Heart Matter Astral, she is incredibly powerful and very likely the only one of her kind, so she has nobody to properly train her to use her abilities. The only two Heart Matter Astrals around who can train her are Galacta and Kirby, but they’re both Heart-Soul hybrids, Kirby’s busy being the only active Star Warrior in Gamble Galaxy, and Gala is nowhere near as powerful as her, so she’s kinda stuck when it comes to abilities only she has.

When she’s knighted she’ll get the title of Absolute Heartbeat Hero, Halo Knight Pura. Because of her Heart-matter origins, she’s a very kind and compassionate person, and it takes a lot to piss her off. If you manage to make her mad, you’ve dun fucked up and I suggest you run. Aside from those very incredibly rare moments, she’s the sweetest kid in the universe. A very forgive-and-forget type person, with almost no exceptions.

As usual here’s an excerpt from the fake history book:

Wow, nothing needed to be censored this time! Incredible!

I’m currently working on redesigning her, and the base design is almost done!! Yey :)

FINALLY. We have Nycto Tolaris, the youngest of the four. She’s the future biological daughter of Elfilis and Genesis Fiktra, and the future Warrior of Dark, and she’s the most well-trained out of all the girls. She already knows all known techniques of Dark Matter combat, and has begun doing her own stuff, combining her Dream magic with her Dark magic to create incredibly powerful and sometimes mind-breaking attacks. Trust me, you don’t want to get caught in one of her storms. You will die, or lose your mind in the best-case scenario. Her battle skills are insane.

Once she's grown and knighted, she'll gain the title Absolute Shadow Hero, Hollow Knight Nycto Tolaris. Yes, that is a hollow knight reference. Currently, with her quick learning and her already knowing what she’s doing, she’s the most combat efficient of the Absolutes, and also the most terrifying. Dark Matter and Dream Matter combined is fucking crazy when you know how to use the magic. Inducing night terrors, causing hallucinations, breaking your mind and essentially exploding your brain without even touching you — Dark-Dream Matter Astrals are incredibly powerful and are absolutely fucking horrifying to fight. I suggest avoiding negative confrontation with Nycto at all costs.

Something something history book excerpt:

Aaand that’s all of them! Damn this took a while to write. I’m gonna return to my hollow knight insanity now, and eat my ice cream. French vanilla good. Yummy

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ink-pawprint · 2 years ago

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My Favourite tropes

Omnipotent Unreliable Narrator who specifically contradicts themself and repeatedly outright lies and maliciously misrepresents things at times. (Bonus points if the narrator is the embodiment of the theme of the story and that’s where their opinions come from)

Characters who know they are characters (i.e “not real”) and 1. The method of finding out is tailored (i.e they hear the pages turning, start to see the words that make them, feel the repetitiveness, think against their actions etc.) and 2. go through the horror of independence versus design while interacting with the narrator. (Made better by realising they “real” in their own right i.e they make the reader feel “real” emotions so therefore they do real things / the author has to write them “true-to-character” so the author doesn’t have complete control over what they do / etc.)

The BBEG heals/loses interest/joins the heroes/otherwise no longer believes in their previous goal but the Henchman the BBEG had/indoctrinated/corrupted/otherwise wholeheartedly still believes in the cause becomes the next BBEG and even better, gets the original BBEG back on their original side.

Chimerical abominations beloved 🤍 I’m a whore for any “Frankenstein abomination (‘sentient’ or not, both are good) and scientist who thinks they’re superior to god / are god” dynamic.

Bloodthirsty romance. Not just a “power couple”, a relationship where they both tear people (maybe eachother) to bloody ribbons, make them manic, make them feral, make them messy, make them cruel, make them malicious, make them playful, make them unapologetic, make them merciless and make them in “love” (or whatever they think love to be).

Multiverse characters who keep on appearing in different “universes” (i.e a creator makes multiple forms of various media that the character appears in in different stages of their own story separate from the individual media.)

Happy endings no matter the genre

An ethereal/supernatural/god/demon/Angel/non-human entity has to live like a human for whatever reason and finds little human tasks and their new little human life to be very joyful. They by all means live a “mediocre” and “average” life, but they adore the mundane, the domestic and learn to love being human.

#writing blog #I’ll add more later #writing #tropes #are these tropes?#do they count?#you could probably psychoanalyse me from these #I’m a bitch who loves thematic/symbolic consequences #and drama

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wromwood · 4 months ago

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I've finally been able to put a complicated feeling of mine into words:

I'm happy to say that my dad is on my side when it comes to generative AI art and writing. It may produce interesting results, and could even be useful as a casual tool, but when it comes to the creation of products for sale, it's not worth the theft of original material and the loss of any artists' careers only for the sake of "saving money."

.... However.

My dad has become SO disdainful of "AI" that he now blames it for every piece of media that he sees as poor quality, no matter what its source or original release date is. When a piece of art looks strange to him, he'll say "That's probably AI." When a speech is clunky or unoriginal, he'll say, "It was probably written with AI."

Just ten minutes ago, I was watching a video where a YouTuber commented how a GameCube game clearly only designed the mouth of Spongebob Squarepants' 3D model for smiling, so when his mouth is upside-down in a frown, his dimples awkwardly bulge from his face. My dad walked in, heard/saw this part of the video, and asked, "Is this an AI game?"

Now I finally know what I want to say in response to all this: sometimes, you just have to allow for human error.

Like, yes, now we're at a point where it's harder to tell when something was created with AI. And yes, we've gotten more proof that there's a significant amount of people out there who will rely on AI instead of fully devote themself to a project. And yes, I do believe that if someone generated something with AI, this aspect will likely be reflected in some way in the end result.

And YET. Sometimes, a person will write a bland and unoriginal speech that ultimately says nothing because they legitimately have no investment in their work and have decided to just do it by the numbers. Sometimes a person has a weird art style, either by choice or skill level. Sometimes people are making things almost two decades ago and were just trying their best with what they had. Sometimes humans plagiarize all on their own, no AI needed!

I guess what I'm saying is: you're free to judge anything you want. Judge away! Criticize! God may want you to love your neighbor, but being a hater is your God-given right!

However, maybe we should reconsider having AI be our first assumption when it comes to criticizing a work we see as bad. It's a possibility, even a likely one nowadays, but sometimes, humans just make flawed stuff. We should be criticizing the flaws however they came to be. And often, if something WAS generated through AI, its "creators" will quickly reveal their lazy method of generating it once they get negative feedback.

#this is me #ai

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aclayjar · 1 year ago

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#GraceofGod #Salvation

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clickbeetle · 11 months ago

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the poll has ended so now i shall provide context, along with the correct answer!

THH: trigger happy havoc, GD: goodbye despair, UDG: ultra despair girls, KH: killing harmony

“a murder is solved because a guy wore his clothes in a sauna” — (game: THH) an important clue to a murder is that the victim’s e-handbook is broken. the only way to break it is high temperatures. the only person who could’ve known this at the time of murder was the guy who went into a sauna with his clothes on, e-handbook left in his pocket. he was implicated as the murderer.

“a girl is literally beaten to death with a swimsuit full of gravel” — (game: GD) a girl ties her swimsuit into a bag and fills it with aquarium gravel from a fish tank. she uses this to beat her friend’s bully to death. after the murder, she puts the gravel back into the tank and takes the swimsuit with her, removing all evidence of the murder weapon. the event itself happens before the game, however we see most of the situation unfold in a game within the game, and it becomes important evidence for another murder.

“a guy unknowingly makes important decisions based on internet polls” — (game: KH) a robotic character is connected to the in-universe online audience without his knowledge, and his consciousness/inner voice that he mentions throughout the game is actually the audience itself voting on what they want him to do next.

“a girl replaces her uterus with the antagonist’s so she can have her kids” — (game: GD) followers of the now deceased antagonist, called the remnants of despair, harvest parts of her body to become one with her. one of the remnants implants her womb to create more children of despair. nothing comes of this thank god.

“a robot gives birth to a giant praying mantis (her brother is the father)” — (game: KH) two sibling robot bears (basically mini versions of monokuma, the main big bad bear) role play as lovers at one point. probably to keep the others entertained idk. part of their role play is the female one becoming pregnant. during an execution, it turns out that isn’t just a funny bit, as a giant robot mantis bursts out of her to help with the execution. both of the mini robobears are killed by it. good. that part was weird.

“a guy becomes obsessed with a computer because he thinks his gay lover is in it” — (game: THH) before dying, a character creates an AI version of themself and stores it on a computer. this AI replicates the image and personality of another deceased character at one point, to cheer up a grieving character. (it was stated by one of danganronpa’s creators that the two of them were indeed in love.) the one grieving copes by believing the spirit of his buddy was still there, and wants to keep the computer to himself.

“a guy successfully stops his own death with a magic circle” — the false one! the key word here is “successfully”, as in Goodbye Despair, a character does indeed draw a magic circle, but dies seconds later.

“a little boy turns dead adults into puppets as an art project” — (game: UDG) a child known as the “little ultimate artist” is part of a group of kids who wish to eradicate all adults in their city. he creates a diorama with his victims, screwing their hands together and putting them up on strings, controlled by a giant monokuma (robot bear), presumably to frighten the protagonists.

“a love interest is an AI replica of a dead gamer girl” — (game: GD) most of this game takes place within a simulation meant to return the remnants of despair to normal. the AI character was meant to act as someone to bring everyone together and bring them hope, and took the form of a deceased gamer, who was friends with the characters before she died.

“an emo boy can have sex with most of the cast but they can never remember it” — (game: KH) using a special item, the protagonist can enter a sort of dream location where he must play the role of another character’s perfect partner. the character is chosen at random, and can be any of the cast of the killing game. in many of these scenarios, sex is either subtly or explicitly implied. however, due to it being a dreamscape, they forget about it upon awakening.

no cheating

if you reblog this i’ll kiss your head

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violetjedisylveon · 2 years ago

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I posted 3,114 times in 2022

That's 2,586 more posts than 2021!

260 posts created (8%)

2,854 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@moonmeg

@the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond

@starwarstbbfan

@ito-itonomen

I tagged 2,820 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 2,569 posts

#cool art! - 362 posts

#cute art! - 308 posts

#toh - 230 posts

#vjs - 216 posts

#star wars - 102 posts

#sad art - 98 posts

#the owl house - 87 posts

#vjs au:p - 68 posts

#toh fanart - 61 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#someone needs to make their own visual media company that doesn't make creators fight for representation and absolutely dunk on disney

My Top Posts in 2022:

Intruder

Summary: Eda stumbles upon an unknown Island and meets a powerful kid she assumes to be an orphan raising their brother. With some insitance from a certain annoying bird brain, she slowly starts to build up trust between herself and the orphaned Collector.

Word count: 6.4k (totally didn't forget this)

Warnings: Swearing, manipulation, child abuse, trauma, denial, sick kid.

A/N: a 3/4 baked fic for a 3/4 baked AU! The Collector is a traumatized baby now, you're welcome.

He Hatched (art/AU explination), Eda raises two gods AU here. Ao3 link here.

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Someone was on the island.

There was a stranger.

They sat up and checked on their brother, he was sleeping soundly. He was a heavy sleeper. That was good.

They picked him up gently and carried him over to his little hidey hole, placing him securely in the soft fabric of their hat. He liked sleeping in their hat.

They scratched between his horns and he cooed softly. They chuckled, he was so cute.

They left him sleeping while they went to check out the intruder.

The Guard was making it's rounds. It must not have detected the threat yet.

Small rocks fell far ahead. Cursing followed, sounds echoing through the empty stone halls.

They snuck closer, flying so as not to alert the intruder to their presence.

They caught a glimpse of orange near the entrance. There was someone in their home.

"Who's there?!"

They backed out of the sudden beam of light shot towards them. They didn't like others in their home.

"Go away." They called out.

The light swivled towards them, they covered their eyes and hissed.

"Wha- you're a kid! What are you doing here?" The stranger asked.

They backed out of the brightness and got a better look at the stranger.

She was a witch, she had fluffy short orange hair, was wearing a lot a red, had an owl staff, and somehow had a familiar presence.

"I live here with my baby brother, we're waiting for Dad to come back." They said.

Dad is coming back! He is, he is! He's not the Isles, he's not! Philip lied. He's a liar, liar pant on fire! Dad's coming for us! He pinky promised! They swore to themself.

The witch gave him a sympathetic look, pity. They didn't like pity, they didn't want it.

"Go please, you'll wake my brother, then he'll be upset and I'll be upset." They told the witch.

"It's raining, kid, I can't do that." The witch gestured outside at the rain.

They cocked their head to the side.

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One of my favorite thinga to do when reading a Clone Wars era Star Wars fic that has Obi-Wan and Cody interacting at all, is replace stuff like 'his general' 'his commander' 'his Jedi', with stuff like 'his husband' and 'his boyfriend'.

It's just really, really funny.

Like serious conversation happening in fic, Cody says something like 'my general is on his way as we speak' and it becomes, 'my husband is on his way as we speak'.

It's just fun.

128 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

Collector and King Brothers AU Anyone?

AU where King's dad saw the Collector and went; 'Is anyone gonna be that god kid's parental figure?' And didn't wait for an answer. The Collector gets traumatized and manipulated by Philip. Then Eda finds the Collector and King and went; 'is anyone gonna take care of these kids?' And also didn't wait for an answer.

First chapter here

Why? I dunno, I have a lot of AUs already so here's another.

Long summary of AU the cut ⬇

So the Collector gets a dad and he teaches them how to be gentle because everyone else is fragile and easily breakable.

After being adopted, the Collector did catch the Owl Beast, because it was hurt and they helped it get better and the Owl Beast kinda just stuck around cause this funky little star child is pretty cool.

The Titan Trappers don't have the Collector helping them kill the Titans but they still somehow managed to kill a lot of the Titans, probably by manipulating the Collector into it.

The Owl Beast got really badly hurt in a fight so the Collector transformed it into a curse to allow it to recover but then lost it. They were really upset their friend was gone.

King's dad hides the Collector with King's egg and tells them to watch after King.

Now you can interoperate the drawing as the Collector actually talking to King's dad, but they're really talking to one of the murals of him on King's island.

Why? because angst :)

So King's dad dies and the Collector is alone with King's egg and the gooy guard thing(I forgot it's name) for centuries.

The Collector left the island a few times over the course of King's incubation period, mostly cause they got a little bored and needed something to do/eat, but he always came back to watch their lil bro.

On their last time out, they ran into Philip and, because they were taught stranger danger, they wanted nothing to do with him at first. Philip ended up lying/manipulating the Collector into trusting him and teaching him some things, like sigils and some stronger magic.

The Collector was really lonely and upset and blaming themself because it was partly their fault that the Titans died even if King's dad told him it was really their fault, so they were easier to manipulate than he normally would've been.

So Philip added another child to his 'Children I've manipulated/traumatized' list, he betrayed them when he found out that he was hiding something powerful, the Collector got hurt by Philip, which is where that scars from, so now the Collector doesn't trust him and is a little scared of him.

After the Philip situation, The Collector didn't leave King's island again and they were very distrusting of humans and witches.

Then King hatched and the Collector was super happy that his little brother was okay and safe and they could play with someone again. The Collector is very protective of King.

Eda still gets cursed by Lilith, she still finds the hidden island with King and the Collector on it later, partly because the Owl Beast sorta guided her there.

The Collector didn't like Eda on their island, and attacked her at first because they're traumatized and distrusting of everyone now.

Eda got them to calm down and talk a bit, they don't talk much now, they told her that he was protecting their baby brother from the bad witches and that they would like it if Eda left and didn't tell anyone.

Eda left but, she got worried about this kid living alone on a remote, uncharted island with a baby apparently, and the Owl Beast went into mom mode and kept trying to get back to the island with dead animals to feed the kids.

Eda went back to the island a few times and slowly built up trust with the Collector, enough that when Eda discovered little baby King, the Collector wasn't super mad cause King was a little sick and they sorta trusted Eda enough to let her help.

Tldr:

Eda slowly befriended the Collector and then brought them and King to the Owl House. Oh, and Eda calls the Collector Enzo.

So Eda unknowingly adopted two gods, and the Owl Beast decided, these are my kids even though one is older than me.

King gets his name, and Eda begrudgingly accepts that she is now a mom, then decided to be a better mom than hers was cause things still aren't good between them.

The Collector is scared of Philip/Belos, Eda didn't know why cause the Collector doesn't talk much and she's not going to pry into this clearly traumatized child, so she just does what she can for them. He gets some therapy, their therapist comes to the Owl House cause he doesn't like going out much.

Eda gives the Collector an illusion disguise with a concealment stone so they can feel more safe when they go out and less scared of getting spotted by Belos. The disguise just makes them look like a witch.

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Flapjack going through his list of witches and demons that would make a good parent for his witch: Darius, Owl lady, Owl lady sister, Principal guy, Raine, Eberwolf...*proceeds to list every adult in the entire boiling isles census.*

Flapjack: okay, anyone, litterally anyone is better than the fucker he's living with now!

*Flapjack puts 'adopt me' sign on the back of Hunter's cape and waits for something to happen*

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Pls ignore My #1 post of 2022, it's the 1 politically related thing I have. And I don't like politics.

The Earn It Act hurts everyone! Don't let it pass!

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And check the reblogs, a lot of people have left links to websites discussing what this act does and how you can help fight it.

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kelp-person · 2 years ago

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my last sagau post got pretty popular ( for some reason ?? ) so now i've decided to give whoever's interested a glance at what my imposter! sagau would be like. ( btw sorry if any of the mentioned characters are ooc this is like the third time i've written for genshin 🗿 )

edit :: if you want more content from this little au, feel free to check this little drabble i wrote out !!

𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗨, 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧 ...

☀︎︎ the "creator" ( at least, they claim to be ) is but a child: a spoiled brat who throws tantrums when they don't have their way and laughs at the agony of others. they don't share, only wanting to keep the best for themself, and if they are displeased by any of their toys, then will tear them apart and scream as the stuffing falls to the floor like freshly fallen snow.

☀︎︎ the "imposter" ( once again, a claim made by the so-called "creator" themself ) is also but a child, except this one is too kind and oblivious for their own good. they're not stupid - they KNOW that these people all want their head on a stick - but for every chase, for every attack thrown their way, their smile ( which also proudly shows that they're missing a single tooth ) never falters.

☀︎︎ the "creator" - who is dressed in only the finest of silks and fabrics - is enraged at word of an "imposter" going around and "ruining" their face and name, so they make a decree: find the "imposter", kill them, and the hunter will be rewarded with whatever they can imagine and even beyond that.

fun fact: the archons all know that decree is a lie, because they know that their "creator" is far from kind.

☀︎︎ the "imposter" - dressed in your average, everyday clothes with colorful bandaids covering almost every visible part of their body - is more confused than anything. people yell at them; snarl at them when they think they can't hear, and they don't understand why. their confusion only grows when they hear this so-called "creator's" decree. why do they want them dead so bad?

☀︎︎ and then there's everybody else, who's caught up in the "creator's" mess. at first, they, too, were full of rage. how DARE this ignorant child take their god's face and name and wear it around as they please with not a care in the world?

☀︎︎ but then the "hunt" actually begins, and suddenly beliefs in their "creator" start to dwindle, and all because this "imposter" is far too compassionate for them to understand how their intentions could possibly be perceived as "evil".

jean is one of the first to encounter this "imposter", and at first she's initially surprised at how ... innocent they look? for a moment, she watches in surprise as this child who looks so much like her dear "god" interacts with the usually aggressive slimes. their laugh is so vibrant and full of warmth, and their touches are gentle as they pet the colorful blobs that come up to them. what surprises jean even more, though, is when she makes herself known as a threat, the slimes are quick to defend the "imposter": surroundings them in a protective wall and glaring at jean with a ferocity that DARES her to draw her blade. in that time, she believes that the "imposter" will sick the small blobs on her, but they don't. instead, they smile and tilt their head, looking both confused and curious at the same time.

xiao is next. he goes for the kill almost instantly once he sees the "imposter" wandering the streets he watches over, but the moment he does, a tree branch suddenly comes out of nowhere and straight up just whacks him on the forehead, making him stumble back in pain whilst also drawing attention to him from the "imposter". he goes to growl, to threaten them for taking his "god's" face and name, but all words almost instantly die on his tongue when they kneel down next to him and place a blue bandaid against his forehead. the shock of their action is enough to make him freeze, and he suddenly feels his throat go dry when the "imposter" grins and asks him if he's okay.

and then there's the electro archon herself, whose rage is almost enough to ignite a thousand suns. she goes to fight the "imposter" - to put an end to this hunt once and for all - but then accidents happen, she's trapped under something heavy and water is filling the room fast until bubbles of oxygen are escaping her lips as she tries to free herself. and then that's when it happens: the "imposter" comes down and helps her out, nearly risking their own life in the process, and for some reason - rather than just leaving them to perish - she returns the favor and helps them out of the water too.

"why did you save me?" ei asks, her eyes focusing in on this 'imposter' with a heavy glare brimming with suspicion.

to her surprise, though, rather than being intimidated, the 'imposter' merely grins and answers, "because it was the right thing to do." they tilt their head to the side curiously. "isn't that why you saved me?"

ei stays silent, too busy to even hear the 'imposter's question as she stares at the way the sun rises behind them, giving them a heavenly glow that feels so much like 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 despite their messy appearance gained from being chased around all of teyvat.

( would it be strange to say that this 'imposter's smile was a lot more comforting than the one her 'creator' ever gave anyone since their reign began? )

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #genshin imposter au #genshin ei #genshin jean #genshin xiao #genshin impact x reader #child reader #uh i was bored?#hope whoever sees this likes it haha

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that-one-lilith · 3 years ago

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Double Blessing, Double Curse (1)

Thanks to @nicebonescomrade for this title suggestion!

As you can see, this will be a whole series. Three parts for sure, after that I'll have to see if I am going to continue it.

The first part is relatively soft, but I promise...it will not stay that way. This is going to be pure angst in the future.

It's also inspired by one of @chocoenvy 's works. Not gonna say which though because that would be a spoiler for the next part. ;)

And one last thing: This is a Female Reader story!

Happy reading! <3

Word count: 2.7k (i think)

Warnings: slight bleeding, nothing more; a bit of a mental breakdown; manipulation if you read between the lines

Teyvat was created by one God. It's a known fact.

Statues and temples have been erected in their honor and to show their ultimate respect to them. Many more secret, personal temples stayed hidden in homes, in which people prayed to themself and wished for their God to listen.

Everyone knew their God's face.

A woman so serene, so beautiful, so absolutely ethereal. Two halos crowned her head and sometimes glowed, although they were made of nothing else but marble. It was said that those little signs of life indicated that she was watching in that moment.

The Creator was loved above all, even by the Tsaritsa, who's cold heart has long forgotten what it was like to cherish. As long as the God looked upon her still, a small spark of her former self would remain.

Thus it was no surprise that, once the day came that the Creator's light vanished for months on end before a human resembling her appeared, that they proclaimed her coming all across Teyvat.

The Human Goddess was weak and didn't harbor any of the memories or powers the Creator was said to have. Yet her appearance and the outstanding warmth she exuded spoke of the divine essence she still had. It didn't matter what state she was in. She was their God and they welcomed her that way.

The poor young woman didn't understand the situation. She'd just been ripped out of her own world and found herself somewhere she thought to be a game and nothing more. The spark of euphoria in her heart didn't stop the anguish and fear. To find oneself alone and in a familiar yet strange world was no easy thing, even more so when she's being called the creator of said world. It's what the loyal, beloved acolytes didn't take into account. They had expected a Goddess that knew, that remembered.

The very moment she was left alone in a expensively decorated and furnished room in Dawn Winery was the moment the Human Goddess escaped. She didn't care about the injuries sustained from the fall out of the second floor, nor did she mind the calls of the guards posted all across the ground outside. She bolted as if her life depended on it, mind in a frenzy.

The acolytes yearned to follow, but they knew better than to scare their poor God more. They felt guilty for not having seen your fear and distrust before. Weren't they supposed to make her feel welcome and safe? How is it that they were able to disregard her palpable emotions with such ease then?

It was unanimously decided that the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius would follow their God and try and calm her down. Albedo was known as one of her favored vessels, often being guided across the various lands, her heavenly light surrounding him.

It irked the Archons that it was not them she had taken as vessels as much as him. They were far better than that fake of a human would ever be, much stronger, too. And they had served the Creator for much longer. In spite of their resentment and jealousy, they stood back and waited for the alchemist to return.

Albedo didn't take long to fulfill his word of doing it fast. The Human Goddess was slow and left behind clear signs of trespassing in the areas she went through. He caught up to her and came to a halt a few meters in front even, forcing her to stop unless she wished to collide with him.

Her wide, teary eyes gazed at him and she shook her head, backing up several steps. "Please, let me go. You've got it all wrong, I'm not your God. I beg you, please-"

He held up a hand, the movement ceased her begging. "Don't be afraid, Your Grace. We just want to help you and protect you. Why don't you come back with me? We'll talk back in Dawn Winery and explain the situation to you better."

He spoke softly and full of raw admiration. His body felt warm underneath her gaze. The same warth that had surrounded him as her vessel. That was all he needed to feel to confirm the undeniable truth.

Still - his God took another step back, only to trip over a branch on the ground. The fall was harsh and her hands, which she'd thrust out in order to catch her body, burnt. Tears now fell freely, running down her pale cheeks. She sobbed. "You've got it all wrong, I'm human, I'm not a god!"

Albedo was quick to rush to her side, kneeling down by her side. He clicked his tongue in dismay as he picked up her hands to inspect the possible wounds she'd attained. She flinched and tried to pull her hand back, but his strong grip stopped her. "Your Grace, you must be careful. You..."

His voice trailed off, voice dying in his throat. She watched as he pulled her hand closer, inspecting the palm and the blood she felt running out of the scrapes.

"Your...your blood." The alchemist sounded amazed and awed. "It's..."

He had no words.

In legends and stories of old, authors often spoke about the differences between the Creator and the humans that had been created in their like. One spoke of them having golden ichor run through their veins. Another spun the tale of tears holding the universe. A third said they were taller than this world, arms capable of hugging their creation to their chest.

It seemed as if all of those were just myths, or maybe their human body was different from their god one.

The blood that started to pool on her open palm was red, albeit darker than that of a true human. Golden swirls mixed into it, moving around even when the blood didn't not, and small stars faded in and out of existence all over it.

"Look", he spoke softly, his fingers caressing her wrist. He felt her pulse beating fast, the heartbeat a sound so oddly familiar to him. "Your blood proves that you're our Creator."

The Human Goddess stared at her own blood in confusion. "But...but I remember bleeding red. Real red. Not this", she whispered.

Albedo took out a roll of bandages he always carried around in case of failed experiments and started to wrap her hands up. He took note that he had to clean it later, make sure to disinfect it. It wouldn't do good for his God to get sick. The tips of his fingers graced her soft skin occasionally and her breath hitched. She did not stop staring at her hand, even as the wounds were covered up.

"A goddess...", she repeated to herself, the word feeling weird in her mouth. Her, a goddess? She was human, she had to be. She remembered her world, her family, the red blood she bled.

Then how was this possible?

Albedo left her to her thoughts, intertwining his fingers with hers. A shiver ran down his spine and if he had any blood running through his veins, he was sure he'd be blushing right now. His palms fit perfectly against hers. Perhaps this was why Gold had made him. To be with their God and help them in this time of confusion and need; and not to find the limits of alchemy as she'd told him all those years ago.

A homunculus whose sole purpose it was to serve their Creator.

"Your Grace", he cooed, searching her face in case she was tempted to dart off again. He tightened his hold on her a bit, hoping his touch reassured her. "The others worry for you. We should go back."

The Human Goddess looked away from her hands at last and into his azur eyes. The reverent smile on his face was different compared to the stoic expression his in-game model had held most of the time.

But this wasn't just a game anymore, was it?

The pain she felt, the ache in her limbs from falling to the ground, it was all too real.

If she went with him, she'd be safe. He was strong, capable of protecting her, and maybe he could even help her get back to her own world.

However...

Would he even help her leave Teyvat behind?

They called her a God, the Creator of this wonderful world she'd come to cherish despite it being a work of fiction. It was clear that they wished to have her close. If it was in hopes of gaining favor or just basking in a godly presence, she did not know.

She didn't even know if she wanted to know the answer to this question.

Albedo saw the moment she shut herself off and he panicked on the inside. She had to come back willingly as he didn't want to knock her out, but if the progress kept going this way, he'd have no other choice.

He held onto her even as she tried to wiggle her hands out of his grip. He pulled the Human Goddess close until her head bumped lightly against his shoulder. Letting go of her hands, he was quick to wrap his arms around her in a what he hoped was a comforting embrace.

She sobbed again, fighting against his hold on her, but he didn't budge. Instead he placed a hand on the back of her head and buried her face in the crook of his head, right where the star decorated his skin.

"It must be so hard, not remembering anything." Albedo looked into the distance, all too aware of the seething people watching him from the shadows. "We just want to help you and appreciate you. I promise by my life. If it helps you, I'll stay by your side all the time unless you request otherwise. I'm yours to command."

The Human Goddess shook her head. Words failed her and she just cried, shedding the tears she'd held in ever since coming here a week ago.

Alone and separated, half of her soul missing.

What he offered was what she'd wanted this whole time. A warm place to sleep, care, comfort. Someone to confide in.

She reluctantly accepted, lips moving against his skin as she muttered. Albedo hummed, eyes sparkling in satisfaction. Together they went back to Dawn Winery, Albedo happy and the Human Goddess tired to the bones. Halfway to the manor, he picked her up and carried her on his back, her head lolling and nuzzling back into his neck.

The acolytes were happy to see her back safe. Some disliked the fact she got hurt, although even they were happy to hear that they hadn't been wrong, her starry blood proving her godhood.

Once the Human Goddess got proper rest, she was sat down on an armchair, the Archons standing in front of her in a semi-circle. They all vowed to serve her until she ascended back into her heavenly plane, ignoring her requests to just treat her like another human being.

Only the Cry Archon didn't come, opting to send an envoy in the form of a Harbinger instead.

Albedo stayed true to his words the whole time. He only left her side in the bathroom or at night as she slept, opting to either wait outside her room or in Diluc's study. He lacked any motivation to continue his alchemical experiments and even as he tried to read a book, his mind always wandered back to her.

The Archons made her have hearings, during which she'd be forced to listen to people's worries and fears, and hopes and dreams. Her helplessness was clear and at first one or the other whispered the right words to say into her ear until she got the hang of what they wanted to hear. She didn't know it, wouldn't believe it if she ever found it, but sometimes her words came true.

A farmer crying to her for help after rain destroyed his most recent harvest was said to have grown new plants in less than a week after his visit to the Human Goddess.

An infertile woman begging for a child had a healthy baby growing in her belly two months later.

Little miracles, but miracles nonetheless.

The hearings and forced conversations with the ever greedy Archons drained her.

At night, before she went to bed, she'd sit beside Albedo on a couch, pressing close to him and hiding her face in his side. The alchemist enjoyed these peaceful moments the most, treasuring them and drawing them later as a means to remember them far into the future.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long.

The Archons were jealous. They didn't like that their God clung to one person so much. Weren't they made just as their Creator wanted them to be? Why didn't she spend time with them? He was a low homunculus, lesser than a human. He had no right to bask in her presence this much.

They started to pester the Human Goddess about meeting up with some of her acolytes to spend some time outside the house. Albedo was a busy man, for sure he'd appreciate the reprieve of going back to Dragonspine and continue his research.

What about Chongyun? The poor exorcist had been hoping to have her accompany him on one of his missions.

Or maybe Klee? The little girl would love to go fish-bombing with her.

Perhaps she'd prefer someone like Thoma? He could take her to festivals, watch Yoimiya's firework shows.

The constant nagging wore her down. The pressure was too much for her and she caved in, on one condition.

"Of course, Your Grace! Whatever you want." Venti grinned at her.

The Human Goddess worried on her bottom lip. "I'd like to meet the Traveller."

All these weeks she's spent holed up in Dawn Winery, she never once saw them. She didn't even know who was where in this world. Though she understood. The Traveller Siblings came from a different world, they would have no reason to bow to her feet as the whole of Teyvat did. Passerbys, that's all they were.

Her reasons to meet up with the good sibling were different though. Something that she hadn't even told Albedo. She'd been careful about what she said to the alchemist. He may do his best to keep the Archons at bay half of the time, but he was still an acolyte. The moment she'd talk about wanting to go back home was the moment all hell would break lose. She saw it in their eyes, in their devotion.

A day after her request, Lumine stood in the Winery's salon, Paimon floating by her side and complaining about being hungry. Both didn't understand why they'd been called.

She had heard the stories of a so-called Creator descending to Teyvat as a human, of course. It was impossible not to. People were happy and even the monsters and animals responfed to their presence.

But she was still an outlander, not from this world.

It didn't seem to matter to the Human Goddess. The moment she spied Lumine from atop the stairs, she raced down the steps, ignoring the concerned voices of her acolytes telling her to be careful. She flung her arms around the Traveller and shocked the ones in the room into silence. Lumine's arms automatically came up to catch her, too stunned to speak at the familiarity she was greeted with.

Only to grow sad upon hearing the words whispered fast and quiet into her ears. She hugged the Human Goddess tight, the two sharing each other's pain in silence.

If the Archons had thought her connection to Albedo was bad, this certainly was even worse.

Lumine and the Human Goddess were inseparable, always whispering in each other's ears about things noone else was allowed to hear. They tried to bully the Traveller into telling them what their God was speaking of, but that only caused Lumine to glare and stomp off, disgusted by their blatant disrespect for her privacy.

Not even Albedo, who returned from Dragonspine a week after his departure, managed to get her to tell him the things she told Lumine. It hurt. He was replaced and couldn't do anything about it. The few times they spent alone were not enough to ease the ache in his heart.

It was all the Archons' fault. Had they never pressured the Human Goddess, she'd be holding onto him still, finding comfort in his presence, not Lumine's. Yes, it really wasn't her fault.

Days turned into weeks and soon, the Human Goddess grew easier to be around. She'd spent time with more people, even if she came back to Lumine at the end of the day. She visited the various nations and greeted the people, always listening to their problems and pleas.

Teyvat's nature wanted to bloom in response to their Creator's happiness.

Yet something was missing and it found itself impossible of showing their God's state.

Three months after the Human Goddess's arrival, news of a human male resembling their beloved Creator reached their ears.

The Archons rallied hunting parties, angered by the thought of someone daring to impersonate the Human Goddess now that she was finally here. And a man no less!

They made sure to not let her hear the news, thinking it better to leave her in innocent bliss.

Which would prove to be their downfall.

#genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin #genshin cult au #albedo x reader #lumine x reader #female reader #tw mild blood #angst #fluff #sagau #genshin albedo

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