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lexosaurus · 1 year

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Looking back, I'm really glad I decided to sign up for @invisobang last year as an artist from the perspective of a non-traditional-artist. I honestly wasn't even going to sign up for it at first because I, like many others, had a lot of self-doubt about 1. skills, and 2. "no one will want this for their fic." It was only after a lot (and I cannot stress enough: a LOT) of back and forth with @kinglazrus, @bibliophilea, as well as others participating in invisobang that I signed up for it at all. And I'm so glad I did!

I won't say that all my fears went away overnight, but as soon as I got the courage to really take that plunge into the work, I realize that all my insecurities were kind of silly. Because it was really REALLY fun!

Making music for fanfiction was incredibly cool. I've never done it before, so it was challenging yet ultimately very rewarding. I got to play around with different instrumentation, chords, and soundscapes. I was able to reflect on symbolic things, such as, "What does space sound like? What do stars sound like?" and "Does this capture the mood I'm trying to portray?" I got to take different elements and characters like Clockwork, Vlad, Danny, fear, hope, etc., and bury their themes and ideas around the different pieces. I thought about things like tension vs release, the expansion vs compression of sound.

Did I nail everything perfectly? Was I The Best Composer That Ever Did Compose A Piece Of Music? No, of course not. I'm not some amazing, professional composer/conductor like Hans Zimmer, nor do I have access to a limitless library of twelve million dollars worth of equipment and instruments. I got what I got, but I was still able to make something that I'm really proud of and that I think represented the fic well.

So as we gear up for another year of phandom events, I hope this message is able to reach some people who maybe are insecure and hesitant to try like I was. Because I went from, "I'd love to but there's no way I'd ever sign up as an artist, I'm just not good enough/traditional/not what a writer would want" to now, "OH MY GOD I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE AHHHHHHHKSJDHJDHFBJHBF!"

(Also, as a writer, I should have known my fears were unfounded. I go fucking feral when ANYTHING, regardless of skill, is made for my fics. Assuming my creations would be an exception to this rule and not part of the norm is Not How That Works.)

#invisobang 2023 #danny phantom #events #lexx rambles #we writers are simple creatures: we get the sustenance we go feral #at the end of the day it's the thought that counts #i should have known this but alas i am not always logical

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thatcharmingjerk · 1 year

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Btw I started doing very miniature things so i couldn't do the detail crazy fuckery i tend to do

Well it didn't go as planned now i can just make even tinier details

See this??? See how tiny it is????

This is NOT a recent work (I think this is from 2020?? Maybe????) and IT HAS SHADING AND FACE DETAILINGS!!!!!!

#i am not tryna flex i just want yall to know im insane and really need some media where detailing is impossible!!!!!#my life #my art #i wanna do simple and fun work but alas!!!! the creature that lives in my head also wants to be insane!!

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kitefall · 3 months

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fighting demons rn (the urge to redraw the entirety of all my lightclan cats rn before moving on to the other 3)

#bro i gotta take proper advantage of my urge to draw bc then it'll disappear for 5 months #aka the entire semester #alas #i am a simple creature.#i go redraw now #clanchatter

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vampire-bite · 11 months

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currently wishing i was an artist so i could draw sam (or lovely) as gris

#alas #i am but a simple creature #not redacted audio

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crystalitecloudie · 11 months

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It's 4 am and I know I should be asleep... BUT I HAD A SAHSRAU IDEA (specifically cult!au with creators and stuff) AND I CAN'T IGNORE IT

This is gender neutral btw

EDIT: here is the link to part 2

Imagine...

You first descend into this world as the player, simply falling asleep in our world, and waking up in theirs. You wake up in Jarilo-VI, specifically in the bountiful snowy landscapes outside Belobog. However, at first, you believe it to be simply a vivid dream.

This is because when you touch the snow, it feels lukewarm to you. In fact, you are simply in flowy clothes (dress, shirt and pants, doesn't matter). You're dressed for a breezy summer picnic, not the harsh, unsurvivable winters of the Eternal Freeze.

But that does not stop barefoot you. You simply do not feel the cold, and it does not affect your body in turn.

The fragmentum monsters also pay no mind to you. They do not actively try to befriend you, but extended periods of time around them does not corrupt your mind like a mere mortal's would. You simply co-exist together with them.

However, after months of living in the Eternal Freeze, you have come to realize this is not a dream. You have yet to realize you are in the world of Honkai Star Rail, and are simply living a peaceful and voidous life.

That is... until Sampo finds you. He asks you to hide him, and when guards approach you, you have been so detached from human civilization that you are barely able to make conversation. You think in full, clear sentences, but your words stumble out like that of a child learning to walk and talk. They are accusing you of helping a criminal, along with three others that you know to be Stelle, March 7th, and Dan Heng. However, you certainly don't let on any clue that you know these people.

You're smarter than that.

And with your babbling like a child, Gepard and the other guards quickly assume that your mind, likewise, is also dumb and toddler-like. Innocent and naive. And as you are led into the city of Belobog's overworld, you realize that you are okay with this. You are a pretty, innocent babbling face, and appearing so allowed you to get away with quite a few things.

For example, when the trio of friends was chased into the underworld, you were not faced with similar charges. Instead, Cocolia forced you into a room in her palace, saying something about how the creator deserved the utmost respect.

You didn't really understand why you were being locked in a room and not allowed to leave, but if it meant free food and all the toys in the world, you could not care less. Humans were interesting creatures anyhow.

Even when you came to understand that this was not a simple Isekai, you simply wondered how the Supreme Guardian knew of your divine heritage. You had planned to keep it hidden for much, much longer... but alas.

I would write more but just seriously need to go to bed istg

Just credit me if you use this concept I guess idk I'm tired

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factual-fantasy · 7 months

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29 asksss

Yes

@britneyt

Aw! Thank you! :DD

@gilbertsphotography

The elven style ears are meant to make them look less human and to match the Wario bros. :0 My AU's Peach and Daisy are these tall elf like creatures, not humans. They are the same species as the Wario bros.

Jangles would prepare himself for this brutal duel in "put em up" type battle stance. Ready to give this fight his all.

Only to be squashed by Jangle. Alas, he is made of plastic <XDD

@pinkpenguin88888

XDD Thought that was a bunny at first-

:DD Thank you! But hey, nothing's stopping you from book marking the post or saving the link to it somewhere :0

@whereismycupofcoffee

Honestly I have no hope. I'm thinking its gonna bomb like the Ruin DLC did, lore wise. Calling it now there's gonna be a character named VANESSA and her nickname is VANNY even though this movie is about the first game and has NOTHING TO DO WITH VANESSA. There's gonna be a kid named Cassidy, another kid named Gregory, circus baby is gonna come out of nowhere, there's gonna be a nightmare animatronic reference, one kid is gonna look like the crying child for no reason, Springtrap is gonna talk a lot and take away the horror- its gonna be a mess. The lore will be a terrible. mess.

Horror wise it might be awesome but I am NOT looking forward to all the crap they're gonna mix in with the lore. Its soooo simple, just make a spooky movie that captures the terror that the first game created. Recreate the mystery and horror. Bonnie disappearing, Foxy running down the hall. Freddy's music. Maybe Golden Freddy?? Hints of a darker past with dead kids. It would be awesome. They don't gotta complicate the lore by adding all the other games into it but I know they will-

@palettepainter :DD Thank you!!

@randox-talore Nope! The flowers don't make them bigger. They just give the bros ice/fire powers :}

@devastatorst

Pretty much XDD

@andysalleyway

:DDD Thank you so much!! Honestly I'm surprised by the number of my followers that are into the same fandoms I'm into. Sounds like I've found my people! XDD

Thanks, I'm hoping it finally gets through to people and they'll just leave me alone..

It is! But ya gotta DM me for it so I can sus out your blog :x

I need to have some idea of who I'm letting in-

:DD Thank you so much! Also sorry, I don't take requests :/

@montygatorshusband

THANK YOU! I don't support any ships from any fandoms, I just personally don't like them. So having people harp on me and my AU because a "canon ship" isn't in it was really annoying.. 😓

Glamrock Bonnie and Foxy would be thinking "Wow, they look different/great! :00"

Glamrock Freddy and Chica are like "WHY IS BONNIE SO LARGE"

Oooo that would be cool! All my versions of Bonnie are slow, so having him throw things at Gregory would be terrifying-

@ocinstituterep

The reason why I haven't drawn any classic mermaids like that is because it felt kind'a weird to add a half human creature into the Octonauts universe. Considering humans don't exist in it.. Now that post with the mermaid thing actually has the creature looking humanoid for sure. Because it would look more alien if it was human. But I kept the scales because a straight up half human mermaid would just feel out of place-

@mashmellowy

Firealpaca! :}}

@oddesto

XD Thank you!! Also my WHOLE BLOG?? Dang. I apologize for all the Gravity falls cringe you had to see-

XD Factual Fanta, that's great 🤣🤣

@citrusfruitman

I think those people are just salty because they wanna draw my stuff but I wont let them. My true fans will have basic human respect and just not draw fanart without sending me hate and rude comments.

@danman22ful

Monty is much more mellow and kind in the Partial swap. Although he still can be a bit of a grump sometimes. The way Bonnie is treating everyone (mostly Foxy) really angers/upsets him.

Roxy hasn't changed a whole lot tbh. Full of grief and self loathing. Except I don't think she'd have this "I'm better than you" attitude. Her thinking that Freddy's death was her fault would crush her. Just like Monty was crushed in the OG au.

:DDD Thank you!! Also really? :00 Wow, great minds do think alike! XD

Aw, I'm sorry that you relate to Bonnie's struggles, <:(

I was thinking he would do 1 of 2 things.

Either this bombshell that his late friends of 10 years are alive, would be so emotionally overwhelming that he would completely shut down. Literally. They would break into his room and Bonnie is collapsed on the floor. And cannot be reactivated. And when he does eventually reactivate, he absolutely refuses to acknowledge or speak to anyone in anyway..

OR, hearing that Chica and Freddy are alive, would completely drown out any other feeling. They're alive, he would rush out of his room to go see them. All of his stress, all of his anger would be swept away in favor of his anxiousness to see his friends again. And finally, he would talk to people again somewhat. Every day would get easier knowing that once its over he can go see Freddy and Chica again.

I haven't decided which one is better <XD

@burningmusicfunnygiant (Post in question)

Oh a whole mix of emotions. Mostly joy and sadness though.. Joy to see them alive after all these years. But sadness too see the horrible states they're in.. Mostly Freddy's state-

<XD Don't worry I wont. I know some of the angsty bits of Bluey but not enough to draw stuff and traumatize you all-

You are spared this time! XDD

#my response #fnaf security breach #super mario bros #octonauts #jangles

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unreadpoppy · 1 month

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Hi darling. Can I ask for soft Raphael? To help you a little I am giving you few prompts. You can use only one and if you are brave enough all of them :) *pearl necklace *bow - tie *swan

Hi anon, thanks for the request! I ended up only doing one of the prompts kkkk. This fic was very much inspired by @reallyhatethiswebsite fic, ‘Creature Comforts’ (go read it, it’s amazing!) and I took the concept of a Tav who’s a sex worker at Sharess Caress and Raphael’s favorite. Warning for the usage of the word “whore”. Hope you liked it!

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Pearls - Raphael x Fem!Tav

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That peacefulness was cut short when Tav felt someone shaking her awake. Still with her eyes closed, she turned around, ignoring whoever it was. Then, the sheets which she covered herself with were ripped off of her, prompting Tav to finally open her eyes, being met with Nym’s gray ones. Sitting on the bed, she asked “What do you want?”

The drow crossed her arms. “There’s a client waiting for you.”

Her eyes widened. “But it’s my day off! Can’t you attend to whoever it is?”

Nym shook her head. “He asked specifically for you. Mamzell tried to change his mind but he paid good coin.”

“Ugh.” Tav rolled her eyes, stretching her arms and putting her feet on the floor. Before getting up, she asked “Do you at least know who’s the bastard that ruined my sleep?”

The drow raised a brow. “Who else but that devil.” She smirked. “He seems quite smitten with you.” She teased as Tav quickly put on a simple, beige dress. “Considering how often he comes here, one might even say it’s love.”

Tav stood in front of the mirror, trying to make her hair look presentable. Her eyes met Nym’s in the mirror, and she raised one brow, skeptically. “He’s a devil. I doubt he even knows what love is.” She turned to look at the drow. “And if he was in love, he’d be a fool.”

“And what about you?” Nym asked, walking closer to Tav. “How do you feel about him?”

She contemplated her answer for a moment, gathering her thoughts. In truth, she quite liked him, as he was one of the few clients who treated her with respect. He would converse with her, long after her services were done, asking her about things beyond her work. He’d gift her with books and then discuss with her about it, complimenting Tav on her mind, saying ‘You are far more than just a body or a pretty face, dear. If none else can see to that, they are not worthy of your presence.’

It also helped that the devil was quite easy on the eye. Tav smiled. Maybe, if he wasn’t who he was and she didn’t have the work she had, there could be a chance to pursue those feelings, let them bloom.

Alas, Tav was still a whore and Raphael was still a devil, and so, she told Nym “He pays me well. That’s all I need to care about.” Grabbing a nearby shawl, she wrapped it around her shoulders, and left the room.

She remembered her mother’s words, uttered once when she was a child but that haunted her since.

There is no such a thing as love for people like us.

With that in mind, she made her way to the Devil’s Den, knocking on it twice before the doors were opened. Raphael stood in the middle of the room, hands behind his back, a smirk forming on his face as she walked in.

“My, my, finally you decide to arrive. Any longer and my feet would become rooted to the ground.”

Tav raised a brow, holding her shawl closer. “Well, it’s what you get for bothering me on my day off.”

“Ah yes, that. Mamzell tried to tell me off, but as you well know -“ He took a step towards her “I always get what I want. One way or another.”

Tav took in a deep breath. Raphael was close enough that she could smell his cologne - cherries with a hint of musk, overwhelming the smell of sulphur that fiends were known for. She looked at him, into his deep brown eyes, trying to take a read on him. He didn’t look like he was there for carnal pleasures, but Tav couldn’t tell his true intentions.

“And what do you want, Raphael? What was so important that you demanded I come see you?”

The devil smiled, taking a step back. “Do not worry, my appearance here is only momentary. In an instant, you shall be free to enjoy the rest of your day off.”

Tav huffed, crossing her arms, as Raphael walked around, giving a little speech.

“I have grown fond of you, you know? In my own way. And I kept thinking, how can I express my gratitude for all the time you have so graciously spent in my presence?”

With a flick of his wrist, a small, wooden, rectangular box appeared in his hand. Tav stepped closer, noticing carved inscriptions along the sides and on the lid, recognizing the language as infernal. She traced the words with her fingers, impressed by the fine work.

“Open it.” Raphael demanded in a soft tone. She did and inside, there was a pearl necklace.

“Raphael, I-“ Tav gasped at the sight, almost scared to touch it. The necklace seemed expensive, probably worth more than what Tav had ever earned.

“Do you like it?”

“I-it- it’s lovely.” ‘But I don’t think I should have it’ she finished the sentence in her mind. Tav had only ever seen the ladies of the Upper City wearing this sort of jewelry, doubting that a whore such as herself, who bedded devils, would be worthy of wearing it. However, she knew better than refuse such a gift. “Thank you.”

Raphael smiled. “I want to see it on you.” He grabbed the necklace, leaving the box on a nearby table. He moved behind Tav, his hands appearing in front of her, holding the adornment against her neck and clasping it on the back.

The pearls were snug against her neck and collarbone, not a tight fit but not too loose. She walked towards the pool, looking at her reflection.

“It’s beautiful.” Tav said, admiring the way the necklace looked on her.

Raphael appeared behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered, and Tav almost didn’t catch it. She felt his lips on her shoulder blade, and she could feel the blood rushing towards her cheeks.

Inhaling, Tav turned to look at him. “Thank you, again. It is a most precious gift.”

Raphael nodded. “I do not know when will we see each other again, as I have business to attend elsewhere and it might take long.” He sighed. “I hope you’ll see this token of my affection and remember me.”

“I will.” Tav moved forward and pressed a small kiss to his cheek, before walking towards the door.

Raphael smirked. “Tav.”

She turned to look at him. “Yes?”

“I want to see you wearing it when I return.” She smiled, nodded and Raphael snapped his fingers, leaving in a circle of smoke and fire.

Tav left the Devil’s Den, trying to contain a smile from forming on her face.

‘Maybe I’m the fool.’

#this fic was finished in the notes app while my teacher was explaining class #also sorry for the dog shit formatting again I’m posting this in college #raphael bg3 #Raphael x Tav #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael the cambion #baldur’s gate 3 #fem!tav #nym orlith #my writing #ask answered #baldur's gate 3 #fanfic #anon

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steviesummer · 5 months

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Dealing with Demodogs

written for @steddiemicrofic's December prompt - ‘pine’ also works for today's prompt for @steddieholidaydrabbles - 'Royalty AU' wc: 508 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: pre-Steddie

“Dustin, I though you said you knew the way?” Steve could hear the unfamiliar voice carry through the pines surrounding his home.

Dustin’s voice he knew. “It’s your kingdom, Eddie, shouldn’t you know every place and resident?”

“I’m sorry, did you just suggest that anyone could know everything about the Enchanted Forest?”

Steve’s eyebrows rose, not at the realization that King Eadwine of all people was apparently searching him out, but that Dustin, usually so intelligent, would make such a basic mistake. He may not have been from here originally, but Dustin was usually more knowledgeable. In any case, he apparently had royalty approaching, so he might as well meet them at the door - if only because it made him look all knowing. Especially because Dustin hadn’t quite figured out his little trick.

He heard their arguing quiet as he put the kettle on and opened the door just before they could knock. “Come in, I’ve just started tea.” When the duo just stared at him for a moment, a small smirk found its way onto his face. “Unless I am wrong and you weren’t here to ask for my help?”

That seemed to shake both of them from their shock. “Tea sounds wonderful.” King Eadwine accepted, following him inside. He shooed two of his cats off the table so they could sit.

“So, what seems to be the problem?” He asked. “Unless the problem is Dustin, in which case I can’t help you, Your Majesty.”

“Hey!” Dustin objected, but the King grinned, clearly familiar with the younger man’s quirks.

“Please, call me Eddie.”

“Steve.”

“I wish it were as simple as Dustin’s ego, but alas, I am here to request your help on a slightly more serious matter. There have been reports of strange creatures along the Southern border. Dustin said you had helped him with something similar in the past - four legged with no eyes or fur and their head opens like a flower full of teeth?” Steve frowned, knowing exactly what Eddie was referring to.

“Demodogs. How many?” He mourned the loss of the lighter atmosphere, but shifted easily into crisis mode, already thinking about logistics.

“There have been 5 sightings, though only three seen together at a time. We can’t be completely sure, of course, but it does seem to be a fairly small group of them.” Eddie explained, before Dustin jumped in.

“Max and Lucas went ahead to get more information, but you were the one who actually dealt with them last time. And you know how we only thought there was one but it ended up being a whole pack. I don’t think the situation is the same, but better safe than sorry, right?”

Steve remembered the entire experience far too clearly. So much for an easy favor. He sighed, getting up. He waved Eddie and Dustin off. “Finish your tea. I’ll get my bat and a few other things. I’ll have to let Nancy and Robin know I’m gone as well. The sooner we leave, the sooner its done.”

#steddie #fic #mine #for anyone who has read the series #yes this is absolutely inspired by The Enchanted Forest Chronicles #with Steve being the very sensible witch #Nancy is basically Cimorene but dating Robin who is another princess #their dragons live in caves right next door to each other #no one is a wizard because they are the worst #also had to come up with a weird name that would still work to get shortened to eddie

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ruumirmir · 1 year

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Reprise of a rolling mist

Part 1 Part 2 (soon)

☽◯☾ Summary - You, the revered God of Healing and Mist, one of the oldest friends of Zhongli, are not one to be easily taken down, but alas, in the Archon war of brutal massacres, you can’t escape death for long. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☽◯☾ Characters - Zhongli, (minor) Cloud Retainer, (minor) Madame Ping ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☽◯☾ Tags - Zhongli x Reader || Gender Neutral || Angst || Eventual happy ending || Description of blood, violence, and fatal injuries || Mention of death ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☽◯☾ Word count - 1.2k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☽◯☾ Rumour◇ says - my first ever fanfic to be published on tumblr. In case you haven’t seen my previous post, please do! It has some context in it. I hope i did peepaw some justice,, as much as I love him, it was slightly hard to pin his personality down especially in this wild scenario. I’ll probably belt out the part 2 really soon cause I’m done with it, just gotta decorate the post lmao.

‎• ——————————————————————— The nearby corpse of a beast twitches once before falling still. The loud ringing in your head gets louder by the passing minute. Mouth set into a grimace, you roll onto your back and hack out a wet cough.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It's hard to breathe with a gaping hole in your torso, still fresh and bloody. Your half-lidded eyes focus onto a speck of ash, floating up to melt into the night air. ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎

The God of War doesn’t fear. No. He is the one who’s feared. And yet...

“No...”, Morax kneels there, watching his old friend, laid upon the charred grass.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Your once lustrous hair, now melds into the soot-stained ground, tainted by blood and grime. Your breaths come shallow and short. For all the dust and debris left in the battle's wake, Mt. Tianheng had a pleasant breeze to offer.

His palm find its way to yours; cold to the touch. Fingers tighten around you, and the clarity slowly returns to your hazy eyes.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

The stench of burnt flesh permeates the air. His gaze lingers over the yawning cavity in your body; charred at the edges. From such a pair of gods, its not Morax who wields the power to heal and mend. It’s not you who possesses the energy to do so.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ And so. his hands tremble uselessly over your gut, or the lack thereof.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

His most trusted. His closest companion. His oldest friend... The one who shares countless memories with him. The one who had promised to do so for many more years to come.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

"M-morax," his name spoken like a sigh. The corners of his mouth twitch into a small smile. Your stomach flares in pain when you fight back a strangled whine. "I am... not your burden to bear amidst a battle."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

He sits by you, pained. “Hush... do not strain yourself by talking.” You lie before him, bleeding.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

“O great Rex Lapis, won't you be kind? Won't you be wise? Renounce your lands and people? Spare us all a calamity from befalling those subjects of yours? It’s the least of your payment... for eons of slaughter caused by your hands”

A great many creatures had cackled, with many more swarming in. The seething mass of... beastly wasps, misshapen and overgrown, were all too eager for a massacre. A hivemind; disgustingly coordinated in brains and brawn. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

By the first rumbling of his meteorite that bombed over Mt. Tianheng, a familiar billowing mist had rolled forward to assist. Whether in your solid body, or a lashing mist, it was hard to quell the pyro gnats. ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

The grass is stained red by now. He takes your hand and grips it tight, to his chest. You brush your fingers over his bruised knuckles.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ By the second rumbling of raining spears, Morax’s harsh orders had sent the adepti and yakshas scrambling towards the unprotected city of Liyue. . . . By the third rumbling of his shield molding around you... a flaming projectile had already shot clean through your torso.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

You need to fight to keep your eyes open. From a simple flesh wound... what a joke. Your not the admired deity of recovery, just in name, are you?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Your fingers twitch, tightening around his robes. "Help me sit upright..."

His sharp exhale falls upon your brows, and with the utmost softest touch, You’re pulled up against his torso. Your head sags against his shoulder, where you can feel the thick pool of sorrow under his skin.

"Please... I do not want to cause you more hurt," The words fall hollow from his lips. He holds you up gently, and you can finally focus on his face. … where you’re met with a wet shine to his eyes.

"What... are you trying to do?" His mouth trembles downwards ever so slightly.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

But you... you break out in a rebellious smile, don’t you?

The pain is unbearable. And you laugh all the harder for it. Sweat beads your forehead, and your fingers dig into his arm when he presses into your stomach to slow the bleeding. You bite out a groan. It burns.

"Don't look at me like that Morax", you pant. "This... this is but child’s play for a healer of my caliber...."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Yet, your life trickles out like the grains of sand in an hourglass, and your vision flickers.

He wipes the blood off your lip, clearly vexed, "You are still yourself, I see. Even as you lay here, near death, you are still joking."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

"Just... won’t you humor me one last time?" You rasp out, feeling faint. All sensations except the gritting pain have left already. "Lend me some energy- so my body can return to what it once was..."

"Because... I, the Healer God of Mist, am alone the revered one... who holds mortality at my fingertips..." your voice breaks towards the end, but you still flash a smile of dogged arrogance, don’t you? (There is nothing but a theory borne from your feverish thoughts.)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

He gazes at you; minutes away from the end. The god who holds no regrets, who has not one ounce of fear in their voice. (You have never been more terrified of death, for you only know how to run from it.) With a melancholy rustle of feathers, comes another soft voice, "Ever so conceited, until the very end...”, Cloud retainer murmurs into the night.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

His skin glows alight, veins illuminated on his chest and arms. His gnosis ignites for your fanatical whims. It always did. "How could I ever refuse you...?", his trembling voice, so quiet. You’re met with a familiar embrace.

‎ … ‎ ‎ ‎ “If mortals pray to gods in their time of need, who does a god pray to?”

Two drops fall to your neck, rolling away until they wet your clothes.

“No one.” His smile is soft, and voice raspy. “A god can only pray to himself... but, he may have hope in others.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Your body slowly starts to dissipate into millions of droplets of condensation that scatter into the air, where the wind blows parts of you away, and away. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The soft tunes of a zither ring out into the air, permeating the atmosphere with a slow melody. An adeptus sits atop a nearby rock, her eyes downcast.

ah. ‘Ping's zither’, you sigh. ‘How kind of her.’

And he smiles through his tears.

Isn't it beautiful?

A great rolling mist dissolves into the air. With dust and ash in the air, it swirls and rises up and above. The wasted grassland is littered with thousands of droplets that shimmer like stars as the moonlight reflects off them. It is as beautiful. as it is empty.

On a night like this, Streetward rambler’s tune graces the wind, until her fingers bleed. Cloud Retainer sheds no tears, but know that she holds your memory well.

And you, Rex Lapis,

Morax,

you weep for me.

Taglist - @ainescribe || @theorchardcollective || @flos-historia || @nightrayseishina || @thesparklingwriter

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lunasky2491 · 3 months

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Wolfstar one shot ♤✯

TW swearing

Ok so I’ve just had this random thought and I just know it would have happened once.

So Sirius is sitting down in transfiguration and Minnie is coming round picking up the homework she set last lesson. Then she just stops in front of James and Sirius and gives him a pointed look as James chuckles lightly handing over his essay while Sirius smirks lightly looking down at his very interesting desk.

Minnie: so mr black I don’t see an essay here or perhaps if i’m sorely mistaken you have ‘accidentally turned your parchment invisible’.

Remus just shaking his head in the background:

Sirius: well Minnie you see…

Peter covering up his snort with a cough:

Sirius pulling out a clump of chewed paper full of ink stains: there was an incident.

Minnie pursing her lips: and a simple reparo didn’t suffice, did it not mr black.

Sirius blatantly ignoring her remark: and you see, a dog was involved.

James bitting on his fist so hard in order to not burst into hysterics:

Minnie: ah a dog I see, what a dark creature indeed, so much so that any charm could never repair such an ingenious written paper..

Sirius quietly responding: exactly! exactly!

Minnie: and where mr black did you inquire such a creature?

Sirius being his dramatic self: well Minnie, it all started after breakfast..

Minnie: get to the point mr black, also no acting is necessary.

Sirius just carrying on anyway: me and prongsie boy were taking a stroll down by the lake to meet with moons and wormtail

Minnie: this is Serious mr black, please I implore you to be professional.

Whole class: Nooooo! You’ll set him off again!

Sirius at the same time: Sirius? But I’m Sirius! Where is this Sirius? I need to have a word with this Sirius seriously! This is identity fraud Sirius and I seriously need to have a word with you..

Lily: Sirius when on earth did you learn about identity fraud?

Sirius: just now lil’s, when someone has just seriously pissed me off by pretending to be Sirius.

Remus: please can someone stop all this fucking madness, I’ll hear about it all fucking night if you don’t.

Minnie: Mr black

Sirius: Well they say we’re all mad moons but I’d say crazy for me instead, always have to stand out, don’t I.

Remus: for the fucking life of me, Sirius please, I want to keep my fucking sanity thanks.

Sirius: wait would I or would I not be more crazy if I was locked in a room of rats?

Remus and Peter letting out a sigh while James looks like he’s living life to the fullest:

Sirius: rats! Ha! Hear that wormy? Rats! Hey great future experiment!

Peter: please, if I had to be stuck in a room to do that I would be insane quicker than any other black could.

Remus ‘deadpans’: imagine having to deal with that shit 24/7 at least you don’t have to share a fucking bed with him.

James: Ha, suck it up moony it wasn’t me who decided to be his boyfriend.

Remus: if only I knew..

Sirius pouting: BUT MOONS!

Remus being unable to hide his small smile: ah alright pads I forgive you

Sirius smiling broadly: now what am I supposed to do about this Sirius?

Minnie: Sirius!

Sirius: which one?

Minnie: Mr Black!

Sirius: wait a second Minnie, did you just call me by my name?

James: oh pads! I’m so proud you’ve done it my beautiful boy you’ve done it!

Remus: Merlin’s mother fucking beard, we’re in for it tonight peat we’ll never hear the end of it!

Peter: nearly seven years, seven, honestly moony I never thought I’d see the day.

Remus: and shit she held on so long as well.

Peter: so close, but we knew they’d get to her in the end.

Remus: and alas they fucking did.

Minnie: JAMES! I do not need your input!

Sirius: prongs we’ve done it! We’ve broken her! I’ve never been so proud!

James: we should get a reward for this. The first to soften Minnie’s heart.

Sirius: a service to the school prongs no doubt!

James: precisely pads precisely!

Remus: Pete we’re fucked truly and utterly fucked!

Peter: careful mate you’re losing your perfect prefect status. I’m surprised Minnie hasn’t picked up on it yet.

Remus: oh fucking hell, how they even believe all this fucking shit prefect fucking perfect mother fucking shit in the fucking first place! What a load of fucking Bullshit!

Peter: ummm let it out let it all out moony!

Remus:oh do this shit Remus, do that Remus, go do the stupid motherfucking prefect fucker control shit! Oh don’t forget to put on that bullshit fucking smile and act all fucking perfect Remus. The younger fucking years need fucking roll models Remus those little shits need someone to look the fuck up to some fucking body. And all for fucking what because I have a fucking book in my mother fucking hand what a load of mother fucking bullshit fucking fucker shit crap.

Peter: let it all out moons let it all out.

Remus: you know all these fucking school fucker books are a load of mother fucking fucker crap. Half of them don’t even have decent shit. You know how fucking many I have had to change the cover for so it looks like I’m doing the mother fucking bullshit work. No i’m reading some actual decent shit which actually have stuff I fucking need to know! But oh no Remus you’re not allowed to fucking know that shit you have to monitor the mother fucking hallways in-fucking-stead!

Peter: I get you I get you it’s all right Rem.

Remus: this is all just fucking crap Pete like how the fuck do they want me to do all this shit. How I’m considered the responsible one of you lot I have no fucking idea, I’m responsible for most of the fucking shit we do unless prongs or pads pulls something

Last minute and land their arse in detention.

Peter: I know Rem it’s a mystery.

Remus: fuck yes it is, fucking shit though honestly.

Peter: I know I know

Remus: you think Minnie has had enough of them yet?

Peter: honestly I’m wondering how the fuck they are still alive at this point, just look at that stare.

Remus: yeah, if looks could kill they would be dead a hundred times over.

Meanwhile:

Minnie: boys you will stop this at once!

Sirius and James pouting:

James: but Minnie we are so proud of you look how far you’ve come.

Sirius wiping away fake tears: so proud!

Minnie: boys I’ve had enough we’ve wasted over half the lesson.

Sirius: but look at what we’ve achieved look how far you’ve grown.

Minnie: I’ve had enough Mr Black there is supposed to be a reason for me talking to you at this precise moment in time.

Sirius clutching his pretend pearls: I’m offended Minnie just when I thought we had come so far!

James: oh cheer up pads our dear Minnie just needs time to work through her previous denial, baby steps.

Sirius quirking an eyebrow at Minnie: prongs your right we just need more time.

James huffing out a laugh: just a bit longer pads we will make her love us yet!

Minnie ‘her pressed lips moving up a bit in the corners’: now boys you had something else to tell me.

Sirius: of prongs look she does live us after all.

James: oh I’m blessed Minnie truly blessed!

Minnie: well Sirius what were you goito say?

Sirius puffing his chest up in joy:so as I was saying me and prongs

James: hello

Sirius: we’re walking by the lake and suddenly a massive black dog jumps out of nowhere and grabes my book!

James pretends to swoon: truly terrifying!

Minnie: sure

Sirius faking sincerity: unfortunately it happened to be my transfiguration book with my work inside.

Minnie: let me guess the dog ate your homework.

Sirius: exactly, see if you look closely you can see bite marks but of course it ate most of my work.

Remus ‘snorts’: obviously, snuffles will eat anything he can get his fucking paws on, a favourite of his seems to be my mother fucking socks!

Peter huffed out a laugh: oh yes the end of the word isn’t it Rem.

Remus: YES! YES IT IS! He ruins everything! My poor socks all nearly ironed and folded and he has the fucking audacity to spoil it!

Peter: a travesty!

Remus: oi ast cau y fuck i fyny!

Peter: what?

Remus: fy sanau ffycin gwael, dwi'n mynnu cyfiawnder!

Peter: ok.. then whatever it is I support you.

Minnie: I am still very much intrigued on how a dog has gotten into the castles grounds as we only allow certain pets, does this one happen to know you.

Sirius: no never seen him before, but I can’t say the same for others maybe there have been strange sightings around here.

Peter whispering to Remus again: well technically he isn’t wrong unless you count a mirror.

Minnie: well actually your suspicions are correct, the headmaster has had many reported sightings of a dog chasing a stag.

The four marauder all looked between each other with a knowing look while moony smirked at the fond memory and Sirius and James stared guiltily at each other:

Remus re-entering the conversation: wow what a peculiar sight professor, I’ve never experienced such a sight before have you.

Minnie: ah Mr lupin, no I haven’t but it is most strange I must admit.

All four marauders hummed faking innocence:

Minnie: well Mr black I have decided to give you an extension till the day after tomorrow, for your mishap. Remus please make sure he completes it and make sure they don’t get into to much trouble.

Remus: of course profesor.

Minnie ‘a small tug at her lips but more than she gave Sirius’: very good Mr lupin if you wish you can come by my office later for tea.

Remus ‘letting out a kind smile’: obviously Minnie, I wouldn’t want to let you down.

With that Minnie turned her back but not before another quirk of her lips towards Remus:

Sirius ‘whining’: oh moons you could get away with bloody murder and she would would just invite you around again for tea and biscuits.

Remus ‘smugly’: not just biscuits pads but chocolate as well quite a few as well.

Sirius: oh you sly little bitch

James finally burst into his fit of hysterics:

Remus: what can I say, it’s just the way I am.

Ok so this originally wasn’t meant to be a one shot and only like 5 lines most but it practically wrote itself in the end so I just went with it. Hoped you enjoyed ☾✮

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daisybell17 · 6 months

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Fourth if July — Loki [song fic] {PART 3}

(warning: death‼️)

Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head Was it all a disguise, like Junior High

Years had gone by since your passing and while Loki wasn’t the same God he once was, he’s living out the simple life. He no longer visited your grave as frequently as he did, which he had forced himself to do, he knew that if he kept wallowing at your grave every other day, it would drain him of life too, which he knows you wouldn’t have wanted.

So as life went on he packed up the house you both built your life on and sold it off, it felt wrong for Loki to live in the walls and room you no longer filled with life, and every corner of that lovely place only brought a sharp pain to his heart, knowing that those moments of love are now but memories in his heart.

Moving into a new cottage just outside Asgard, Loki had built himself his own little life. He had an alter dedicated to you and planted flowers that would blossom in a beautiful garden, all for you.

Besides his princely duties, he started taking care of stray animals. He used to watch you take in all sorts of creatures and it only felt right by him to do as such. Now he truly understood the “why’s” of you and it only made him fall deeper.

Despite all this, he always found himself seeing you in everything he did, almost like you were disguised within the walls, just a moments glance from Loki’s perception. It reminded Loki about how you both were in your early 20s, playing all sorts of silly games and pranking each other every second you got…Oh how he wishes you were here, but alas, you haunted the mind of the mischievous God, disguised to seem real in walls you never entered.

This realisation made Loki breakdown on a random Wednesday morning.

Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction

There was one day Loki had come to visit your grave with a scrapbook in hand. He sat in front of the moss covered stone and held the scrapbook up “I made this for you…it’s been 8 years since you left me my darling…I brought a gift for you”

He opened the scrapbook and faced the pages to your stone “I gathered everything I have learned in the 8 years since your passing…It’s been a long time my Love.” He opens a folded letter, revealing a long paper filled with inked remarks “This was the letter I wrote on the one year anniversary of your passing…”I wish you were here, I wish I was with you. There have been nights where I created false realities in my head, just so I can pretend to have you alive and with me again…I slowly realised that I could dwell in this fictional fantasy forever…or I could change my life, do something right by you…and I’m trying…I really am…I just wish you were here to see that your light shines brighter, even when you’re not with me…I miss you each day my Love, and I will miss you forever…but I must leave fiction and build another future…Please forgive me for moving on so quick, but I know you never wanted me to be dwelling in pain for so long…Missing you does not pain me, it allows me to always be reminded of the person who changed my life, who changed their own life, and everything we built - L.L” It was quite a letter hm?” He looks up at your grave, allowing for silence to fill in as he imagines your response.

He continued to flip each page, reading another letter or showing an old picture or miniature gift you had made, the scrapbook is beautiful, Loki knew that if you could hold it, you would read and admire each page for hours.

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(a/n): hello! i wanted to get a part 3 out so here you go!! will definitely follow up with a part 4 and lokius HAPPY headcanons! hope you enjoy thus short update!

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TAGS: @ladychota @scoliobean

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croziers-compass · 4 months

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hello willbur!!

fuck marry kill + sit a sauna where anything can happen with: the four terror lieuts!

Oh hello, darling elliot! It's always such a pleasure to see your charming face in my small home. Let me get some coffee on and discuss the hot pulsing bodies of the Terror Leftenants together, shall we?

Fuck, Marry, Kill, and have a Sauna Date with the four Terror Leftenants, eh?

This took far more consideration than I anticipated. but I believe I have formulated an answer including a Blooper Reel for your enjoyment.

I would fuck Jopson. This is not even a question. For certain he is the best choice in this regard, though Nedward is a close second. As a bottom, by trade, I know that Thomas Jopson would have such an astute ability to hone in on exactly what someone needs, wants, or will drive them the most mad. Truly, I think that Thomas Jopson's keen eye for detail and terrifying mind would make him quite the experience.

I would Kill John Irving. It's not personal. And by no means is this an attack upon Heinrich. But I do not wish to tolerate John Irving's presence in a sauna nor would I fuck him. Nor would I marry him. This leaves but one final mercy I can bestow upon him. I would make it quick. Something easy. Like lacing his tea so he simply falls asleep and never wakes up, none the wiser.

I would Marry Edward. I think he would actually be a superb spouse. Being a simple creature with simple needs myself, I think I could work well with that. He would be a splendid spouse, I think. I am rather anchored and well structured, so that gives him something to lean on. I am confident and steady and make a good touchstone that is not flamboyant and out there like James. I would rather focus on my interests and hold polite quiet conversation rather than have a lot of excitement. Humble people with warm dispositions.

And I would not mind whatever way Hodgson and I went in the Sauna. Let it become something of a scandalous debacle. Let it be a merging of intellectual minds full of clever words and well read verses. Whichever comes naturally. Perhaps we can start with the .... conversations ... and let it go from there. Sliding closer and closer, interested in what the other has to say, keenly at the edge of the seat until, well, you're seated on the other's lap. Who knows!

Your blooper reel was a joke that I was talking about. How I would fuck Jopson, Marry Edward, and then I would seppuku myself and let John Irving and Hodgson have the Sauna. Who even knows what could happen there! I hate the prospect of killing any of these lovelies. I could never! But alas, I settled with a choice. Though now I am curiously shuffling various combinations of these men together, alone, in a sauna for several hours.

What would happen if we stuck Thomas and Edward into a wee sauna beside one another for a few hours? All warm and slicked with sweat, the aroma of herbs permeating the steam rising up... Or Hodgson and Little? How comfortable is Little with Hodgson? They've known one another for a while... Or John and Little? Close friends and serving many years on the same ships, certainly they've seen a bit of one another. Purely Christian thoughts of course with nothing deviating from the sort! No such thing could happen, certainly! I'm sure John's freckles across his shoulders and chest would not attract Little's eye at all...

Or Little's shoulders pooling with beads of sweat would not at all be something mesmerizing to Hodgson...

I digress... Thank you for visiting! This is what happens when you come to my inbox. I write you a short novella.

I hope you enjoyed and that this satisfied your curiosity! How did I do? Was it what you anticipated?

#the terror #george hodgson #edward little #thomas jopson #john irving #jonathanlejonhjarta #ask game #oh thank you for stopping by!#I did enjoy this dearly #did you?

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inafieldofdaisies · 8 months

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2 in 1 uquizzes

#1: What is your OCs true role in the story?

#2: The "Oh" uquiz

the rising underdog: why hello again dearie, I see you managed to help those frogs those children were kicking, hm? oh how much I can emphasize we are but the ghosts of our childhood passions. and, unsurprising enough, the hero to the trodden little creatures of the earth is now a rising golden savior to the masses. oh love, I said you'd go far, didn't I. for the good always prevail in the end, somehow, they do. you lived a difficult life, I know, but you never let that get you down. you took beatings with a grin, and dished back kindness in return. inequality and injustice made you outaged, and you strove to assist the hurting and abused. oh shining dragon, you are bathed in golden light. please keep being true. you have tasted blood and death, but you refused to force it down the throats of others. and that alone proves there is inchor in your veins, demigod. you will be struggling until the very end, battling for your comrades, your people, and yourself. never lose sight of your goal my dear. sometimes you needn't have one, except see the good, and protect it. that is all my advice can tell you. I implore, protect the goodness in yourself with everything you have, but never refuse to share it also. young hero, you are growing. you are destined for wonders even I may not live long enough to encounter. keep up the good work, and keep your head held high. you are bound to do the impossible, all because you see the truth. there is good in the world, and it deserves to be found.

the kiss: you typically wait until the last second to believe the truth--because it would destroy you to believe it, and then find out it was a lie. you are someone who has never wanted to want, but has rarely been able to do anything else. the idea that you might have to break down your walls for the sake of someone else, someone who could easily decide they don't like what is on the other side, is harrowing. why let people get close enough to be rejected? you are enough for yourself. and you will tell yourself that every time you catch yourself staring at their mouth, smirking at their joke, finding a reason to flick their shoulder. until the kiss. that's when the flood of want, want, want bowls over you and you realize that you are torn between two ways of living. Oh, you think. because despite how complicated you have made it, the moment you kiss, somehow, things seem incredibly simple. they won't be once you start thinking again, but for now, for this moment, you live in the quiet peace of revelation. Oh.

the way both fit her so well... ooof ❤️

the one at the crossroads: questioning yourself again? well it's a hard choice is it not. you always decide you've made your mind but you seem to nevertheless return to this state of uncertainty. are you good or evil? dark or light alas? alas, I am not fit for such details in morality. In my slightly skewed sight of it, neither truly exist. they are but a mindset, but mindset or not, they still give you quite the anxieties hm? you are one who has lived in fear, your heart is hidden, and you don't know who to trust. you doubt you can even trust yourself. the caustic words of poisonous people have corroded into your skull. "you are evil. you are a monster. you are bad." well that is indeed a bunch of poppycock, mind my language, for the only one who may decide that is you. my dear, you are torn between never allowing others to hurt the ways you hurt, and from running away from all who might harm you again, with gnashing teeth. you are a cornered animal who has been kicked by the ones it trusted. you do not know whether to trust again, for your mind is screaming, don't. but if I may, you can be both. it is not the question of whether you are good or evil, it is the question, what do I deserve and how might I reach that? you do not deserve pain, correct? so never chase that, instead kindly decline and flee from those like your past assailants, but trust the ones who you know are good. sometimes you will find people to be a messy combination of both pain and love, but so are you and I. my advice is to simply be kind, but be willing to question. always question, always wonder. do not give away your heart on a silver platter my dear, it is worth far more than the sun himself, but don't fail to allow healing. you deserve good things in life. so as you stand between two roads, walk between the third you just now have noticed. life seems to be made of entirely preposterous choices, but if you look close enough, you'll reveal the right ones that are normally hidden from sight. breathe my dear, things will be well. trust yourself, and carve your own path.

the emergency: something goes wrong. there's urgency. everything gets turned upside down, and you have to grab for the things that matter most-- Oh. suddenly, there's perspective, and at the worst possible moment, the moment when there is so much else going on, you realize that you have been breathless with want for so, so long. you want everyone to be safe, but please, please, you want *them* to be safe. you want everything to be okay so that you can have another chance to get things right. a chance to start over. and everything will be okay, of course, because you've made it through bad moments before, and that foundation of trust is there, even if you've never quite acknowledged it to its full potential. you trust them. you need them. *Oh.*

Fitting as hell, but that "emergency" result gave me chills 💔

the supporter: oh gentle comrade, you know what it takes to make others shine. you live your life assisting others to reach their goals, but many say you are lackluster and unnecessary. but alas, do we need the stars any less for their dim light helps the moon glow brighter! you are warm inside and out, perhaps made of sunshine one might ask? but I can see you are as weary and worn as the hero you so desperately cling to. your purpose is to serve? Is it not? it's those moments of undying loyalty that make your bones ring true with honor. "I am right beside you," you whisper, for unlike the ones who lie through their teeth you will be with your ally through joy, through heart ache, through death. it is a difficult thing to gain your trust back if one has shattered it though, you are forgiving yes? you give many chances, but alas, one can only look away from a wrong doing so long. you can't exactly turn your other cheek as once wrings a blade through your middle. you are made of a steadfast heartbeat and a tired, knowing smile. you bring solace to the aching, and comfort to the wronged. but what happens when your protagonist loses? what happens when your valiant heroes fail you? will you pick up a sword and vanquish their enemy or will you wait patiently for yet another savior to appear and save the day? one must live long enough to see their heroes die. but are you brave enough to take their place? the only strings that bind you to your oaths of subservience are your own doubts. "am I good enough?" they whisper in your ears. you answer that yourself love. for the only difference between the paladin and the stable boy are mettle. it is not the question of can you be a hero. it is simply, will you be?

the late-night talk: Oh. you figure it out when you realize just how vulnerable they are willing to be with you. it isn't everybody who could or would stay up talking into the night with you, not with such affection or easy familiarity. it isn't everybody who is so understanding of you. it isn't everybody who could bare their soul to you in return. that kind of intimacy... it means deep foundations. it means comfort. it means trust. maybe it's a secret, maybe it's a story, maybe it's something you just never thought of before -- but they say something, late at night, and you realize all at once how remarkable they are, and how special it is to exist in the same time and space as them. "oh" indeed.

My boy getting the "supporter", ah, man. But also, the late-night talk result is so fitting for his ship.

the first meeting: life is normal. it's scripted. it's functional. then one day, you meet them, and... Oh. you fix your posture, you're a little nervous, and it's totally possible you're just projecting -- but this could be something. and the only thing that makes this different from the hundreds of other times you had that exact same thought only to be disappointed is... this is the time that counts. things change. you were looking for someone whose very existence re-contextualized yours. which is not to say that you were incomplete, but... aren't we all? isn't that the essence of being a being who changes? and what completes us if not the love of something or someone beyond us? sure it's still new, and anything could happen from here, but there's something in your shared brain chemistry that makes it feel like good things are in motion. how exciting!

Les is nothing if a supporter :D The first meeting? Hmmm. 👀

Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @jillvalentinesday @direwombat @josephseedismyfather @corvosattano @chazz-anova @josephslittledeputy @g0dspeeed @cassietrn @nightbloodbix @madparadoxum @aceghosts @theelderhazelnut @voidika @strangefable @adelaidedrubman @clicheantagonist @purplehairsecretlair @poisonedtruth @henbased @florbelles and anyone that would like to do the tag ❤️

#the results of these are so fitting; esp how the second one matches the ships dynamics... ❤️❤️❤️#uquiz #oc: sabrina donovan #oc: calahan hartley #oc: mercedes “mercy” sibley #oc: leslie parish #fc5 ocs #far cry 5 deputy #uquiz results #oc character #fc5 deputy #character reference #character inspiration #oc game #oc uquiz #tag games #far cry 5 oc

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dross-the-fish · 7 months

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Silly, but, perhaps a drabble of Adam catching anon fainting?

(and sorry, this is probably bit of a boring request 😅)

Some gore in the beginning. Gets rather fluffy towards the end. Sorry to put Anon through some ordeals but I had to think of a reason for them to faint. ..... “Adam’s destroying the last of the coffins in that den as we speak. Anon, would you be so kind as to go and check on him? He might need a hand and the rest of us have our hands full digging up these graves,” said Watson as he pressed a torch into their hands, handed them a jar of salt and pointed them to the opening to a small crypt. Anon couldn’t help but chuckle a little as they watched Larry, muzzle planted in a fresh grave, burrow away with his large forepaws while Quincey protested that he was getting dirt everywhere.

Destroying empty dens during the night had become a regular task and Anon thought little of It. It was simple enough, smash or burn the empty boxes and then scatter salt over the earth the vampires slept on. Without refuge they would no longer have a place to hide from the sun and would perish come morning. While this wouldn’t help with vampires born on English soil it was sufficient take care of certain members of Dracula’s brood.

Holding the torch before them Anon entered the crypt. Being fairly new to the crew they were not yet burdened with heavy tasks and so were unprepared for what they would find once they entered the main chamber. Adam was wrestling a large, bat-like creature out of an ornate coffin. The creature screeched and clawed at him, biting at his arms and trying to twist its body away but Adam dragged it to the floor, pressed a heavy foot against its back and brought the claw end of his hammer down on the unfortunate vampire’s skull. Bone split and bloody chunks sprayed across the stone floor. The creature fluttered helplessly, like a moth pinned by a spider. With one final CRACK! it went limp and stilled. Panting Adam straightened, curled his lip, and ground his heel into the mess. “What misfortune that this one chose to sleep in while his brethren took flight. Ah, well, now he sleeps once more and ne’er again shall the dusk rouse him from the slumber I have supplied,” he muttered darkly.

For anon, it was too much. The sight, the sound, the smell, all of it, instantly overwhelmed their senses and sudden cloud of grey descended over them. Before they could hit the ground Adam had rushed to their side and caught them, lifting them to his chest as easily as if they were a child.

“Alas, now you sleep too! Soft-hearted thing that you are, you are not made for the violence of our work. It’s alright! I shall relieve you the sight of this carnage and you shall wake once out in the clean night air,” he said with the barest hint of affection as he settled Anon in his arms.

To his relief as soon as they had cleared the dank tomb and Adam had carried them to a clearing beyond the graveyard, Anon began to stir. Still woozy they gripped Adam’s coat and leaned their head into his shoulder.

“Easy there, breathe slowly, I’ve got you,” Adam soothed them, sitting down on the grass with them.

“Blood…so much b-blood,” Anon stammered.

Adam rubbed their back, “Are you going to be sick?” he asked furrowing his brown in concern.

“N-no. I was-I was surprised,” they said, trembling from head to foot as they drew their knees up to their chest.

Adam fished around in his coat pocket for a flask, “Here, I have some water, sip it,” he instructed.

Anon’s hands shook so badly that Adam cupped the back of their head and pressed the flask to their lips to help them drink, “There we go, drink slowly. I’m sorry I couldn’t forewarn you. We didn’t expect a live vampire to be there after dusk.”

Anon rocked back and forth a little, hugging their knees tightly. Adam sighed and stretched out on the grass, patting a soft spot next to him.

“I find that when I am distressed it does me good to admire the splendor of nature. There is a wonderful starlit blanket above us tonight, would you like me to tell you their names? For 100 years I have collected the writings of sailors and I know each constellation and every planet.”

Anon uncurled enough to lie back next to him following his hand as he pointed out start clusters. Before long their dizziness was forgotten, in its place a comforting warmth had settled and they let Adam carry on their stargazing until Watson finally called them back.

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inventors-fair · 1 month

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Coming Out on Top: Battle Winners ~

Our winners for this week are @corporalotherbear, @horsecrash, and @stupidstupidratcreatures!

@corporalotherbear — Barroom Bash

Simple, effective, and—most importantly—incredibly violent. What more can you ask for? It's evident that this battle knows where it's taking place and what the feeling is supposed to be. The high-spirited clash between patrons is one that you have to control, and one that your opponents have to break up if they want to prevent you from getting out of hand. What I love here from the flavor perspective is the fact that red is, in its own way, inviting other colors to play to their strengths in combat and forcing them to redirect their ire away from you while still encouraging combat.

Gameplay-wise, oh yeah, that's a battle all right. It's functional to an enchantment, sure, but what's the major difference? Combat. Combat becomes so important to how this card wants the battlefield to function. It reminds me, in a weird roundabout way, of how becoming the monarch encouraged people to start attacking around. Once someone became the monarch, they got out of hand until they were taken down. Just so—maybe you only get one counter, because you're trying to send a creature or two into the fray, but the impact that you made on board complexity was everything you could ask for.

@horsecrash — Siege of the Bone Spire / Hero of the Honored Dead

I am 30-99% sure this is a reference that I definitely don't recall sitting here at yonk-o'clock in the morning. All the same, powerful cards can have powerful backsides, and this card feels absolutely exhausting to get through if you happen to have it land on you. The draining is an interesting twist on the mechanics of battles, because it forces some long-term play. You know what, as an aside, I'd like to mention how cool the late-term battles can be, because maybe you've built up an evasive board state but don't have quite enough power to chip away. Well, what if a battle turns the side and you can diversify your attackers? That's the key, and also an argument for why battles and ETB effects don't have to be tied.

The only caution or question is whether or not one would even want to attack this battle if its front face is so strong. The main answer against that line of gameplay is because the backside is incredible powerful. Like, absolutely stronk. Getting that thing landed might go down to a Doom Blade but it sure wouldn't die to a Dismember or whatnot. The body's solid and the lifegain is incredibly strong. Too strong? Debatable; I think that 3 life would be fine, personally, but what do I know.

@stupidstupidratcreatures — Granary Raid

I think I had some difficulty with my assault card picks this week. In the end, I'm going to give it to this card, because I'm imagining/extrapolating that this could go on multiple different worlds for different justifications. Maybe on Amonkhet there's anger at the coalitions getting into the dwindling crop supply. Maybe on Bloomburrow there's a wonderful sneaky assault of field mice breaking into someone's corny palace. That's just one reason, but I do get the vibes of this card, and it groks on every level to me.

The limitations of choosing also means that having multiple creatures won't even matter. The best-case scenario is having three 1/1 creatures each deal damage to this card, of course. Afterwards? Who knows! The granary has been raided. Even a single creature smacking this thing down for card draw can be potent. I think it's cool how this encourages complicated decision-making. Get your creatures too adept at granary-thieving and they'll destroy all the supplies before getting the benefits. For shame! Alas, that's a fantasy. I'd love to hear more about the specifics of your own flavoring sometime.

Runners to come... @abelzumi

#mtg #magic the gathering #custom magic card #winners #battle contest #inventor’s fair

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sjofn-lofnsdottr · 9 months

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A friend a while back did a little photo series of her WoL through the MSQ, and I thought that was cute, so I also did it. Why not make the faceless internet void look at it?

One of the funniest things to me is no one remembers Dusk started his little FFXIV career as an arcanist. I didn't have any idea what I was doing or what class I would like, and I basically picked that because I found the idea of using a book for a weapon very amusing. Dusk, as you can see, is realizing this nerd-ass class is not where his gifts lie.

I actually picked up lancer pretty much as soon as I got sent to Gridania. I fell in love with the idea of shipping Dusk and Estinien pretty much the moment he dramatically landed in front of Dusk and insulted him immediately, because I found that hugely funny. I had NO IDEA Heavenward would have me hanging out with him so much, and turn my ironic 'lol this is silly' ship into an actual ship. I also had no frickin' idea how correct dragoon would be (I didn't watch trailers! I didn't think there'd be so many specific callouts about my class!). Also being Blue Spiky Dork to Estinien's Black Spiky Dork gave me inordinate amounts of joy.

I picked up dark knight during Heavensward, as my FC had no one who wanted to tank, and I figured ... why not? I fell in love with the class story, of course, and I do actually like tanking! I had done it in other MMOs, I was just skittish when I was a baby sprout. I had started during the Stormblood era, so my sprout was gone by the time I headed into SB, which is a little crazy to think about now, but I did feel experienced enough to subject strangers to my tanking. Also, jumping puzzles can go fuck themselves.

Dusk, by the way, is basically 'what if a golden retriever was an elf?' which is why I kept playing DRK. Because I found the idea of poor Fray riding along with this sweet man without a resentful bone in his body absolutely hilarious. Alas, after the end of the Shadowbringers MSQ, I decided to give this newfangled gunbreaker class a try. I find gunblades extremely stupid. I find the concept ridiculous and not remotely cool.

But the class was *fun* and Dusk looks amazing in the armor. I am a simple creature, okay?

I want to say he'll probably still be a gunbreaker in Dawntrail's MSQ, I can't imagine either of the new classes drawing me away from it, since MSQ aside, I love tanking for my dork friends and will want to keep doing it. But who knows, I never thought I'd switch to gunbreaker, either.

#ffxiv #gpose #just dusk #seriously the armor is so good #watch I'll ditch it for corsair or some shit

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