#cataclysm trio

[monards]

So far, there's been a VERY common theme (for the most part,) with the three people mentioned by skirk being associated with cataclysms of some capacity in teyvat

Surtalogi is likely associated with the fulfillment of the Tsarista's 'plan' or 'goal' , as is accounted by the Shivada Jade chunk description "Since you could endure my bitter cold, you must have the desire to burn?" "Then, burn away the old world for me." since his name origin is quite literally a great fire from norse mythology, that the giant Surtr intends to destroy and burn the world away with. Which, by all means, WOULD be considered a cataclysmic event, or cataclysm part 2, in teyvat; as it's likely intended to bring down Celestia as well as the current world order. Rhine is effectively counted as the number one reason for the cataclysm 500 years ago ; which was obviously kinda big, considering it's currently been the root cause to practically every issue we've experienced in teyvat in one way or another-

but the issue is that we have little to NO clue what vedrfolnir could be in association with (concretely, at least.) so far, the only other NOTED cataclysmic event which we've found recorded was probably when the 'second who came' arrived, which opens up a whole other can of worms; because even then, we can only assume then that they'd have to be some entity that has survived upwards of 6000 years- and currently. I really can think of any known entities to fit that criteria.

#VEDRFOLNIR WHOOO AREEE YOUUUUUU #i love u cataclysm trio #bringing the end of the world #too true #cataclysm trio #perfectionist trio #vedrfolnir #rhinedottir #surtalogi

[shyminmin]

᯽𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐟. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Urban Fantasy AU | ᯽𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.9k + ᯽𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Minor Angst

Many say that life is nothing but a cruel game.

That in all her beauty and grace, life is unfair to those who try to live morally within her bounds, only to wind up being the ones to be pushed over the edge in the end. To cop the blow while injustice reigns in the hands of the perpetrator. That once you’ve met your undesirable demise, it’s over.

Second chances are unheard of, don’t get given away freely like menial handouts. The cat never saw past its ninth life to finally pounce on that golden bird it’s been eyeing off for eternity, so why would anyone else be viable? No once you’re gone, you stay gone.

Reality is one big slap in the face in that respect.

Funny then..

Funny then how life, as straightforward as she is questionable, has a way of catching her players off guard..

It’s almost laughable really at how such a cataclysm of events, of petty discrepancies seasoned by a good dose of cowardly violence, could lead to such an ever changing outcome. Never in their small, miserable lives would they have fathomed that such a thing was possible.

That against all odds, they indeed somehow earned that invaluable second breath when they were almost certain that their time on this worldly plane was up…

And little did they know that along with that exemption from death, also came the birth of something more profound in nature within each of them..

Something that – dare I say – went as far as breaching the very confines of mortality as we know it.

Three figures emerged from a dense sea of bark and foliage, the accumulations of an endless woodland.

Its trees, which mainly consisted of various species of maple and oak, eventually cut away to form the natural circumference of a wide spanning clearing, carpeted by lush green grasses. With the daytime waning on them, the small entourage swiftly ventured towards the very center of it, determined and alert.

The wind, which had been steadily picking up at the time of their arrival, brushed over them, almost like an inaudible welcome as it ruffled bits of their clothing. The seemingly kind gesture though failed to deter the ever present caution that clung to them like an itchy second skin.

Besides the whispers of the breeze and the faint rustling of branches in the far off perimeter, nothing dared to breathe a sound. The only female of the trio surveyed their vacant surroundings as she clutched a thick woolen blanket within her arms, long dark hair tumbling down her back like a midnight stream. Her two brothers loosely flanked her on either side, counting down the steps to their desired destination all while remaining on constant guard.

This would be the fifth and hopefully final time of stepping foot into such a place. As beautiful as this emerald patch in the middle of nowhere was, with nothing but nature greeting its visitors from all sides and isolated from the rest of civilization, it still held a level of eeriness that irked them to their very cores.

For it was the unsettling event that would eventually take place, and that they were in turn forced to witness each time, that never ceased to strike that chord of unease within them.

Regardless, they had little choice in the matter. Failing to turn up here at the calculated timing would mean they'd risk missing out on reaping their rewards; the chance of reuniting with what they had lost.

That of their remaining kin.

A few crunching steps later, their trek finally halted at the terse raise of a hand. It belonged to the eldest, one of the men whose face was fixed into a permanent stony resolve. By default he was elected to be the group’s leader, not just because of his superior years to their own but due to the amount of experience he held regarding the circumstance they found themselves in currently. Unlike the others who had only made the journey here once or twice, he had been present for all of them.

“Are you sure she’ll be here?”

The question came from the other male within their group, the words tumbling out of his mouth anxiously, uncertainty all but plaguing him as he shuffled in his place. Ever the compassionate person, their younger brother often wore his heart on his sleeve. When it came to the wellbeing of his loved ones, he was always the one who dwelled on it the most, broadcasting his emotions and showing those around him just how affected he really was. He gulped, tanned skin gradually heating up as he thought of the worst, clenching his fists tightly as faint sizzling erupted from them.

Slightly alarmed, the woman turned and placed a steady hand on his arm trying to ease some of his tension, sighing when she felt his temperature return to normal after a few moments, the abnormal sounds he was emitting soon subsiding. He looked down to her once he was settled enough, giving her a sheepish look, “Sorry…Thanks Noona.” She only gave him a grim smile in return.

“Give her time,” the oldest responded calmly off to the side. He viewed the dwindling light shining above them where a warm mixture of yellows and oranges were painted seamlessly across the sky. The golden disk of the sun ever so slowly sank below the tree line, bidding them a solemn farewell.

And perhaps relaying an ode of what was to come.

Anytime now, he muttered in his head, refocusing his gaze back down to the ground before them.

Just a little longer..

She’ll come. The rest of us had, so she shall as well. It was the equinox after all, if anything that should mark her arrival.

His mental consolation kept repeating like an unrelenting prayer in time to his wavering heart.

She’ll be with us soon.. She has to..

Nervous anticipation filled the atmosphere at this point as they remained in their place, biding their time.

However, the discomfort only grew when in the next moment everything decided to turn on its head.

The previous gentleness of the wind abruptly sped up, transforming into something that was far more perilous and dangerous; the now influx of raging gusts seeking out nothing short of discord. Their sudden strength unapologetically ripping out blades of grass in their wake and pushing and pulling the siblings from all angles, an almost sick game to get them off balance.

Such a competition proved successful as a yelp sounded out, the woman of the group none too kindly getting knocked off her feet. With both her hands occupied on keeping hold of the blanket, she was in danger of taking flight. Fortunately, before that could happen, she was quickly grabbed and righted by her brothers as they now all huddled together, slightly crouched to gain some sort of traction as they braced against the howling winds.

“Look!” The youngest suddenly yelled over the noise, pointing off to the distance from where they had first arrived. They all gaped in both shock and awe as the once vibrant shades of green that the trees had so proudly adorned faded into various fiery hues. Some of their leaves outright flying off the branches only to get swept up into the ever growing whirlwind, looking practically like shooting flecks of flame.

“It’s begun,” the eldest gritted, grasping the other two tighter. “We just need to wait it out! Keep calm and neither of you let go!”

“No shit!” His sister thundered back, earning a scolding curse from the man. This was hardly the time to argue as voiced by their youngest when their banter didn’t seem to let up. Survival was of their utmost priority and he would be damned if they failed to do that because of some petty arguing.

With the amount of reddened leaves continuing to break away from their origin trees, getting grouped together from the unrelenting winds, one could almost mistake this phenomenon for a growing tornado of fire, the trio unfortunately being at the very center of it, completely at its mercy.

All they could do was hope for the best.

A dozen or so said leaves collided with their skin in the mix, the rate of their speed causing their paper-thin edges to become that much more sharper and in turn drawing lines of blood.

Regardless, the siblings kept up their strong front, brushing off the attacks. The younger two were more emotive, their expressions filled with bewilderment while their oldest brother continued to remain impassive, eyes never losing their sharpness behind his dark locks.

Was this her doing? He resounded once more as he took in the situation. Such power…

Long minutes that seemed more like painstaking hours passed as they braved it through this strange turbulence, determination and longing keeping them rooted to the ground. The sky by now had lost its warmth, washed away by an indigo sea dotted with pearls.

Darkness crept over the clearing.

And as if this natural dissipation of light marked the end of wakefulness that the daytime ensued, so seemed to have in turn caused the winds to lose their erraticness. The harsh streams of air gradually lost their vigor and once more faded into gentle caresses that glided smoothly across their forms. The airborne foliage as a result rained down upon them, now a shower of leafy embers.

The three, seeing this change, gradually loosened their hold on one another but still remained close. They knew better than to let down their guard in a moment of reprieve.

Out of their peripheral, a dash of maroon shot past.

They watched breathlessly as a single maple leaf broke away from the amassment of falling red. It twisted and tumbled downwards in an almost elegant dance, its spiraling descent soon ended though as it softly perched on a pale mound of smooth skin; a shoulder.

Three pairs of eyes widened as recognition set in.

“Y/n!?” Gasping, the younger brother took a hesitant step forward but was almost instantly held back by his hyung, a warning shot his way. Worry had dominated the shout but deep down it served as the epitome of relief.

For there, taking up the once barren land before them, now housed the small form of a woman.

Y/n.

Their little sister.

Curled up on her side in a tight fetal position, her bare back faced them as they took in the faint rise and fall of her torso, goosebumps threatening to peek through as she shivered. Oh how she looked so fragile from where they stood, the world all but seeming to swallow the poor girl up while she was clearly in such a vulnerable state.

Weak, bare and alone.

At this, they were almost afraid to approach her, in fear that she could somehow shrivel away if they got close enough. She had always been sensitive in that respect. Too good, too pure for the world they were born into and the underserved hardship that was instantly thrust upon her amongst her first breath.

Hesitation was soon quelled though as long raven locks surged forward past the two men as their sister who had originally accompanied them crouched down before her curled up dongsaeng. Swiftly unwrapping the blanket she had brought, she draped it over the girl to protect her modesty, unclothed body now hidden from sight.

“Oh Y/n,” she softly spoke, delicately brushing some of the young woman’s hair behind her ear, revealing a face donned with sleep. “Sweetheart, can you hear me?”

That’s when she heard the meek, strained words.

“Jiwoo…unnie..?”

At the sound of her name, the raven haired woman’s eyes lit up, “Yes, that’s right. Your big sister’s here, dearest. We all are.”

“What happened?” Weak sobs made themselves known as Y/n stumbled over her words. “It was so cold… and dark… I-I was all alone..” Trembling, her eyes were yet to open as she remained to shake under the wool of the blanket. Jiwoo as a result looked her newfound sister over in dismay, not quite knowing how to handle the girl’s anguish.

Having been in the exact same position Y/n was in right now, not nearly six months prior, didn’t make dealing with this current predicament any easier. Honestly, how would one go about waking up in the middle of nowhere with no clothes on their back and expect to simply shrug it off like it was nothing?

No, if anything her demeanor was more than justified.

Swift footfalls resounded behind them as their two brothers silently joined them on the ground, their focus trained solely on the clear distress that their youngest displayed.

The eldest, with the same care and gentleness that his sister Jiwoo had taken, cupped the sides of Y/n’s head and softly turned it so that her face was in full view. Her lashes kissed her cheeks as trails of tears streaked down them like branching rivers, her lips wobbling. “Y/n..” his voice deep and calm to their ears. “Can you open your eyes for us?”

“Oppa..?”

“Yes love,” he rasped as his eyes lost some of their edge. “We’re right here, everything is going to be alright.”

Ever so slowly her lids pulled upwards. Glossy orbs appeared behind them, blinking a couple of times before focusing where they then locked onto his own. The otherworldly glow that radiated off her irises made him still for a moment.

The bright russet of her eyes reflected off of their own, like two alluring lanterns guiding one through a darkened landscape; bewitching beauty and warmth while they were the moths being drawn mindlessly to them. However, if one were to look just that little bit closer, just that one measly second longer, then they would notice that the soft radiance that they initially bestowed didn’t completely hide the presence of something else in intensity.

Something slightly foreboding in nature…

But before they could probe deeper on that fact, those lanterns of her’s dimmed, fizzling out to revert back to a more ‘human’ luminosity. Deep brown now stared up at them, unaware of the spell they had just cast.

“How do you feel?” The oldest asked after a few long moments.

Scrunching her eyes pondering, she settled on one word she deemed the most feasible, “Weird..”

All of them smiled down at her at that, liking her curt but somehow thorough explanation. They knew exactly what she meant.

“Weird but…strangely alive..?”

The youngest brother let out a small chuckle as he patted her head comfortingly, tears threatening to break free from his eyes. He silently thanked whatever force was out there that had brought his little sister back to them in one piece.

“Hobi,” Y/n gasped, mistaking her brother’s happiness for the opposite, “Oppa, don’t cry”. That only incited another laugh from him, a droplet finally escaping from his orbs. “I should be saying the same to you,” he wiped the sides of her cheeks where they were still damp from the result of her own crying. “No more tears, you’re back with us now.”

“Oh you two,” Jiwoo cooed, at risk of following in their suit with watery eyes of her own. She was quick to help with wrapping the blanket further around her sister when it started falling off as Y/n, with some effort, managed to push herself up into a seated position. Her body swayed a bit in the process, still in a fairly weakened and sleepy state. Concerned, she was assisted by the quiet older brother, his large hands holding her by her shoulders, coaxing her to lean back against him which she was more than grateful for.

“I…how…? She began again, looking between the three of them in disbelief. “It’s been years. How are you all here?” I… I thought I would never see any of you again…”

“I–”

“The feeling’s mutual dear.” Her sister crooned while Hobi nodded to the sentiment, patting her cheek. A faint squeeze of her shoulders chimed in from the oldest as he looked her over in a rare display of intrigue. “You’ve grown…” He muttered, taking in the lack of baby fat that had always clung to her face. “I was sure you’d stay little forever; how the time has passed,” he mused.

As a result, Y/n’s cheeks couldn’t help but take on a tinge of pink as she looked down bashfully.

A shout of contradiction rang out.

“What are you talking about? She still is! She’ll always be our baby and nothing will change that!” Jiwoo butted in matter of factly, flicking the older’s forehead much to his annoyance. “Tch really?.. You’re more of a child than she is.” He grumbled at her actions. “Can you at least act your age?”

Ignoring his complaining, she went in to hug Y/n and in turn ended up embracing the exasperated man as well since he was practically stuck to her back as her support. The brother nicknamed Hobi, with shining eyes smiling at the display, soon joined the family group hug as they all basked in each other’s warmth and comfort. More tears were spilled but they were drowned out by joyous laughter and cries.

What once was three now became four; the quartet of siblings was finally reunited and complete. Nothing would tear them away from each other again. They were in this together. This second chance at a new life and beginning which they would live out as one unified front.

| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 |

#bts fanfic #bts #bts fic #bts hoseok #bts x reader #Fait Accompli #Fait Accompli Prologue #bts yoongi #bts min yoongi #bts jhope #bts jung hoseok #bts suga #bts ff

[thatdamhobbit]

So. I think I’ve connected some dots about Arthur and his band of morons. And it’s not good news. (cw: misgendering)

My evidence is as follows:

At the end of Perry and Kay’s talk on the radio, Kay calls Perry ‘brother’ (ep. 3). Now this in itself is a dick move, as Perry says themself, ‘I am not your brother.’

Now this gives us two options - either Kay is misgendering Perry deliberately, or Perry didn’t start using they/them until after they left the Knights. I’m inclined to think it’s the former, since Perry has ‘thought a lot about who [they are]’, and ‘that hasn’t stopped or changed because of the Cataclysm’ (Perry, ep. 2). To me that suggests that Perry started using they/them before the Cataclysm, so Kay would know, since our trio spent some time with the Knights before we meet them (I think - we don’t have an exact timeline yet). Already I hate this guy. But wait! There’s more!

We’ve seen the Knight’s attitude to Names. They view Nameless as ‘lambs to the slaughter’ (Kay, ep. 3), and seem to believe that there is no separation between Name and person. We see this in Kay referring to Morgan as ‘the witch le Fay’ (ep. 3). Morgan a) is being referred to by her Name, showing that Kay believes them to be one and the same, and b) hasn’t actually done anything wrong (that we know of), but is being blamed for her Name’s crimes. There is no freedom to create your own story, you are stuck to what your Name decides.

In Perry and Dai’s fight, Perry says ‘You know what it was like back there. For me, for you. For Morgan.’ This tells me that our trio had a shitty time of it back there, so much so that hiking through the Welsh wilderness, being attacked by Phenomena every other day, was preferable. Makes sense for Dai and Morgan, right? Dai’s Nameless, Morgan’s Name is a villain Name, and with the Knights’ attitude to Names I can’t imagine either of them would have a great time there. But Perry? Perry’s a Knight, the great Sir Peredur. What reason would they have to leave? What was so bad for them there that they left their nice cushy job being hero-worshipped by 900 people as someone with a Name (Named?) in favour of wilderness camping in Wales? Well, I think I’ve figured it out, and I don’t like it one bit.

I think that, since the Peredur of myth used he/him (edit: my evidence for this is google, I claim no proper knowledge of arthuriana), that the Knights insisted on misgendering Perry because the Knights’ belief in no separation between Name and person would mean that Perry would “have” to use he/him (heavy air quotes, the Knights are dicks and wrong) because Peredur of myth used he/him.

Aaagghh I hate it so much but it makes more sense the more I think about it! Seriously when I find those Knights they better be ready to catch these fuckin hands.

Anyway if you’re reading this that means you got to the end of my mini essay. Well done! Thank you!

Keep the home fires burning

#tl:dr - the Knights are dicks and we hate them #can’t believe I’m so autistic I’d write a mini essay on a wild theory about a character from a podcast with three episodes #having my Pepe Silvia moment here #arthurian legend #arthuriana #camlann #camlann podcast #mabinogi #welsh folklore #welsh mythology #peredur green #morgan jones #dai thomas

[rel312]

My thoughts on Miraculous Representation (SPOILERS!!!):

Right off the bat you have “God save the Queen”… guess that didn’t age well

He was forced to call Kagami his love I hate it here

Lol Plagg with the processed cheese

Felix really just made a heart in the fog from her window he’s so sappy I can’t

He was so ready to just tell her he’s Cat Noir so he could see her he’s so whipped

KAGAMI KNOWS SHES LADYBUG????

Why is Marinette the only one dressed up for this dance? Did they forget they had to make outfits for everybody else?

Canon Marc and Nathaniel CANON MARC AND NATHANIEL

The London Trio (idk what people are calling them) are so chaotic I love them

“All I want is for Adrien to be free” hnnnnnnnnnn

Nathalie got so sick oh my god

“The farther away he is from you, the better” truer words have never been spoken

Give said it before and I’ll say it again, gabriel is such a manipulative bitch

Adrien looked terrified to find out the akuma was his dad

He’s really treating Cat Noir like his own son… who is his son…

Adrien is so pressed, as he should be

“You really can’t be trusted. What kind of father are you?” Finally you see Adrien, get away from that man

“It’s time you learn to let your son live his own life, Father” YAY! Now say that to his face

The little anime drawing I can’t he’s so cute

“I think you need someone to give you parenting lessons. It doesn’t seem to be your strong suit” Adrien is really going OFF this episode

His little smile at seeing the picture of them together my heart

This is terrifying, why would they think this would work instead of just TALKING TO HER???

Are… are Felix and Adrien actually twins???

“You don’t seem like a nice father” he’s really just letting everything out isn’t he

Never thought of Kagami as a theater kid but… I guess?

Ohhhhh the twins are Emilie and Amilie, not Adrien and Felix lol

“I don’t think I’d like having a father like you” keep them coming baby

He’s really going ham on gabe, I’m so happy he gets to do this he really deserves it

HE WAS ABOUT TO CATACLYSM HIS FATHER YESSSS

The peacock feathers… I fucking hate it here

HOS WORST FEAR HIS CHAT BLANC NOOOOOOOOOO

So we finally learn about Felix’s dad holy shit

Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit HOLY SHIT HOLY-

Kim running over to check on Chat and all of them helping him break free I love them

So… does that reveal that gabe is monarch? Or does she still not know? Please you can’t leave me like this

DID THEY LOCK THEM UP??????? This is a new low, even for them

#I cannot believe this happened #representation spoilers #miraculous representation #miraculous ladybug spoilers #miraculous ladybug season 5 spoilers #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupen chang #cat noir #chat noir #ml ladybug #plagg #gabriel agreste #kagami tsurugi #felix graham de vanily #marcnath #nathalie sancoeur

[everafall]

canon-compliant gi. sumeru trio x deity!f!reader.

this idea derived from another idea i had about the sumeru trio. reader’s a spirit of sorts, like the aranara and jinn and perhaps hermanubis, who was an important ally of the god-kings until the cataclysm. throughout five centuries, she has been trying to find ways to free nahida, therefore developing deep hatred for the sages.

reader’s naturally friends with candace as she’s deshret’s descendant, helping her out with the protection of aaru village. to an extent, she became friends with dehya, who encouraged the traveler duo, cyno, and alhaitham to gain her trust so she can warm up to them. although adamant, she was able to get along with the traveler duo just fine, but cyno and alhaitham left a bad first impression on her. (cyno has a divine spirit and reader knew who it was, and alhaitham’s being a smartass.)

alright, enough backstory. that’s gonna be condensed throughout the hcs lol. she and the sumeru trio developed romantic (and carnal) feelings for each other.

dehya: sleeps around when she’s stressed from work; favorite part is using the strap, which she plans to use on reader.

cyno: his divine spirit pops out; grows feral; claws and fangs are ON during sex, which might be the most painful shit reader’s gonna endure.

alhaitham: claims not to be interested in deities but is interested in reader; there’s a lot more to him than meets the eye which reader finds… uh, attractive?

#♥︎ .concepts #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader #cyno x reader #dehya x reader #dehya with strap ons #no actually just women with strap ons #got a wet dream about that days ago LMFAO #finally female smut soon clap for me #oh cyno and alhaitham are here too #can’t think more brain cells are fried #just know that i will go ham on dehya’s part #strap on sex 🛐

[thornofthelily]

I need, NEED more Milo/Sweetheart content, because look, look. They have the most wild ass meet cute of the Shaw boys (SH breaking into Milo's apartment TWICE to invite him Shade hunting), the wildest fucking first date (actually hunting a Shade, Milo getting his ass best by the Shade and needing SH to heal him), the most intense couple moments (Milo bringing SH down from a panic attack and this being something normal between them, SH helping Milo shift again after the Inversion), they are both empowered, they're the only couple of the Shaw trio to not do traditional marriage - they're just the fucking best? Milo and his dapper ass outfits and need to wear dress socks for a fancy date, SH cloaking and routinely jumpscaring Milo for shits and grins? They're chaotic they support each other they're ride or die they're in LOVE and they're one of the few couples who still found each other and stayed together in Cataclysm, literally nothing can keep them apart

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart

[synnthamonsugar]

for the kiss prompts, how about "for comfort" for Eris/Toland? :3

Author's note: Oh my. This spiraled out of control a bit. I had three ideas I liked, and spent a lot of time trying to decide which ... and decided to go with all of them. :] Warning for lore-appropriate Eris and Toland grimness.

A hunter and warlock strolled the cratered plains of Mare Imbrium, their gloved hands close enough to touch.

“The ancients thought this the site of lost and tormented souls,” Toland remarked. “The Shrine of Hecate, in their language. The triple-faced goddess of boundaries, crossroads. Magics and their counters. May she be our patron on the journey below.”

“I heard it was formed in cataclysm,” Eris countered, “An impact that shattered the crust, forever reshaping the moon. We walk on its healed wounds.”

“Reopened now,” Toland gestured at the Hellmouth. From their vantage, it was a cut on the horizon, ringed in scaffolds of hive architecture, wafting dust cast in soulfire-green light. The infernal flame of the pit. “The spirits are restless, straining at the walls of their prison. We shall stop them, or join them."

“This is a long way to walk to talk trivia,” Eris needled. He huffed a brusque, low laugh under his breath. “I do not believe Omar would be so irritated by our discussion of gods and ghosts and disaster that we could not have it back at camp. Sai or Vell might even like it.”

He reached for her hand, lacing his fingers between hers, worrying at the joint of her pinky with his thumb. There was an unspoken rule among fireteams for members to not show preferential treatment toward any individual. Too dangerous for group cohesion to atomize down into pairs or trios or any other division when the only way to survive is to work as a single unit. Eriana didn’t have to tell them because such knowledge was implicit. 

Eris and Toland knew. They also knew that she knew they broke their promise — if only by inference. There was no way she couldn’t have, not when they were stalking away like foolish young sweethearts fumbling for a place to express their passion on the eve of the raid.

She slid her free hand to his jaw, traced her fingers against the scars on his face, the contour of his cheek. Settling somewhere along the hairline at the back of his neck. They studied each other for a moment, his face tireder than she was used to seeing, hers brilliant with determination. She was about to lean in for a kiss when he interrupted — 

“Promise me you’ll get out.”

“Come again?”

“If we cannot kill the Prince, you'll abandon the mission.”

“We all will.”

He looked askance. “Vell and Omar are occupied with heroics. Sai, proving her skill. Not even death will stop Eriana. She would sooner become a wraith scratching at the doors of Crota’s throne as her chassis oxidizes away than relinquish vengeance for Wei. Do not abandon yourself to folly as they would.”

Eris’ hand found its way to Toland’s throat, the ridges of his windpipe and tendons of his neck familiar to her grasp. “Justice is not folly.”

“Dying for it is.” 

Though she wasn’t pressing hard enough to hurt, barely pressing at all, his voice was thin and cracked. She had dallied in enough of his thanatonautic experiments to recognize fear in his voice, even if his expression hardly wavered from its usual world-weary mien. 

She knew, too, how to stop his tongue and silence his thoughts, lifting to the ball of her feet to press her lips against his, in a soft, almost chaste kiss.

“And what will you do, Toland?"

"Not join the ranks of the trapped souls."

. . .

As he followed the trail of hive magic to its source, he was still determined not to.

Toland had read, once, of the ways sight adjusted to total lack of light, how the brain, guided by an internal sense of where the body should be, could regurgitate pictures to the optic nerve where none existed. Guren lay cold and broken as the victims of his namesake and he himself hemorrhaged Light; the darkness and the false-images of his hands before him had both become familiar. 

Eris too was a projection on the void, his brain filling in a gap where he expected her— until she collided into him, a jittery, panicked scramble for his arms that threw him off balance. Not total darkness, he realized as the shock subsided and he was better able to resolve his surroundings, making out a cluster of crystals and the hive moths swarming in their dim amber glow. He'd last seen Eris … he didn't know when, without external clues or Guren to keep time for him. But she had been with Omar then, and he knew Omar would not have split off on his volition. 

He thought about asking but stopped himself. Pressed his face to the crown of Eris' head instead. 

"Moths were regarded as the souls of the dead in old earth superstition."

"What—?" She paused, thrown for a loop by the statement. "We have to leave—" 

"You have to leave — take her with you if you can, but don't waste time finding her, absolutely don't let her drag you further— no, don't give me that look."

"Where are you —" He untied his bond, and reached for her arm in the dark. "Toland, what are you doing?"

He set to cinching the bond around her armored biceps. "With this, the hive will believe you’re one of theirs. That is the only way."  

"I'm not leaving you without a bond. It isn't right … here." She unclasped one of the bangles that decorated her vambrace, one of the remaining ones at least, and wrapped it around his gaunt arm. Her touch lingered there, as did his hand on her shoulder. The misplaced significance of the gesture didn't escape either. The exchange of bonds, a marriage rite between warlocks, twisted into . . . whatever this was. A last ditch effort for survival. For dignity. 

"I'm afraid." 

"I believe in you."

"You’re a madman. You'll believe anything," she prodded, a bleak note of humor beneath the exhaustion.

"But not anyone. You're the best of any of us, Eris. Never forget that."

Toland leaned in, experimentally, forehead-to-forehead with Eris, and she pressed back, hands braced against the lapels of his robe. Grazing fingertips below her chin, he tilted her face upward. Their eyes met for a second in the low light, before their mouths joined in a desperate kiss, teeth against lips, almost biting at each other. The taste of copper mingled with salt and dust on their tongues.

When they finally parted, Eris asked again: "Where are you going?"

"Where I belong. Just like you."

. . .

Eris can tell she's close, from the fissures in the high cavern ceilings that let down earthshine in thin streams that burn her stolen eyes. She isn't sure how long she’s been lost, but with indication of the surface awareness of time’s passage slowly returns. A sense of being grounded in reality, something that had been tenuous, at the best moments, in the labyrinthine, pitch-black tunnels of the deeper warrens. 

Still, she sees things with her hive transplants. No longer is she plagued by the false-image of limbs in total darkness or her brain projecting pictures from sound, but something else. She finds that she can look through, beyond, in ways barely describable in human terms. She wonders if she’s peering into the Ascendant Plane through the veil of reality. Pores over Toland’s old journals and doesn’t find an answer.

(What if she had seen in such ways before the raid —? She pushes down the thought as it develops.)

Sometimes, she thinks he’s still with her.

She heard him, once, after she cut the eyes from the acolyte and herself . . . in the hellish, disoriented moments when she finally awoke from shock, she remembers him brushing against her forehead, against her lips, telling her she did well, that she was strong, to keep going. In her delirium she had felt overcome by love, reached out for him and found nothing. A hallucination, she reassured herself later. It made her irrationally embarrassed he was the one her brain conjured to comfort her as she writhe in the mud.

Other times she thought she heard him like a signal through the noise of an untuned radio, accompanied by a flicker of light that never lasted long enough to focus on.  

She is closer than she’s ever been. The bowels of the Hellmouth, meandering and claustrophobic, provided so many routes to travel undetected that she rarely ran into her tormentors. (Only when she was unfortunate, or needed to eat.) Not so in the upper levels, where the corridors converged into large central arteries, patrolled and densely-populated. The way is clear in her mind’s eye, but fraught with danger at every step. 

Above the cacophonous din of the hive, she hears her name spoken. In the shadows, she sees the flame. 

It — he? — does not extinguish as she draws close. 

“Toland?”

The flame burns brighter, dancing gently like the light cast from a lantern. There is no form with which to convey body language, but she cannot help but read warmth into the gesture. 

“I told you … you are the best of us.”

He streaks away, illuminating the passage.

#destiny #destiny 2 #eris morn #toland the shattered #eris/toland #synnth fic

[frogchiro]

I have so big brainrot after reading your works, imagine Pierro x Capitano x lady wife, where they all have backgrounds of some more or less animalistic instincts, wife included, so when it comes to sleep they have shifts, bit similar what you can see in group of horses, if 2 of them sleep, one always is awaken to make sure everything is safe. And imagine the group session of licking, cleaning, nuzzling all together, which is pretty rare, cuz both men are incredibly busy

nghhh this has been in my inbox for so damn long i'm ashamed ><

f!reader, tiny bit of smut and angst but it's really fluffy i promise! just the three of them being happy n feral <3

also feral poly trio pierro x wifey x capitano is my new fav thing :((( imagine that they all were from khaen'rhia, happily married and one loving pack but got separated during the cataclysm, you and pierro being condemned and cursed to travel for eternity but at least you two were together. you both heavily mourned the loss of your mate, seemingly forever lost to the darkness of the abyss but you never lost hope and searched for him for hundreds of years. it all ultimately paid off when the three of you reunited under the tsaritsa's rule, finally after so many years you got to be a pack again and through pain and tears you promised to each other that you'd never be divided again. both you and pierro knew that the abyss...changed your lover, he was now a creature of the endless darkness, he even forgot what he looked like but your eternal love never wavered.

due to the fear of losing each other again, all three of you live in one chamber complex in the palace, always nesting together and taking care of each other and a group session of grooming isn't a rare sight at all! the bedroom or rather your 'den' is almost always filled with various versions of rumbling huffs and growls, mewls, whines and every other imaginable sound; all three of you tumbling around basically naked, playfully baring your teeth at each other and making love.

after one particularly tiring session, when all of you were still panting and coming down from the orgasmic high, you promised to each other that you would never be divided again, you were mates, a pack and you'd sooner fight all the damned archons at once than loose even one of you again <3

#kin speaks #asks #thirst #interactions #this is so very long overdue #but this was such a adorable ask :(( #thank you dear for the patience #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #fatui x reader #genshin impact fatui #pierro x reader #capitano x reader #genshin impact smut

[monards]

you will always be real to me perfectionist trio

#i just think they are so lovely #they could also be #cataclysm trio #since all three of them cant stop causing the end of the world as it is to happen. #again. #and again. #LMAOAOAO #rhinedottir #vedrfolnir #surtalogi

[transingthoseformers]

I got another chaotic idea. What if Orion Pax was a Predacon instead? A very impossible statistic that came to life in the wastes and Alpha Trion basically had to disguise the feral Sparkling as a normal Cybertronian. This feat being done with a particular relic belonging to Amalgamous Prime.

Very few know about Orion's true form such as Ratchet who became the Predacon's secret assigned doctor. When it comes to 13 Prime based relics, I can imagine a normal Cybertronian body won't handle more than one. Ensue a near spark attack for Ratchet when a weak freshly Primed Orion passed out on the medic's habsuite floor.

The archivist's Predacon nature handled the strain but it takes quite awhile for Optimus to fully recover. Even more so to handle what sounds like other people in his head. Some are aggressive, some are kind, a few crazy, but overall a sorta friendly peanut gallery. Talking to him or comment about the situation at hand whenever.

It seems stuff is slowly easing up only for the civil war to break out, Team Prime crash lands on Earth and comes into contact with Fowler. Optimus has been doing his best to hide his Predacon nature. Too bad children tend to stir up 'Carrier Cyberbear'/Mama Bear behavior in him.

A trio of human kids definitely gonna make his facade crack.

Predacon!Orion/Optimus is something I've thought about recently (is it because of lovely anons such as yourself and [Not Down On Any Map]? Yes. But also this one Predacon transformation fic I read with a beautiful design for him)

And hey if anyone has thought about ways to introduce one of the original Predacons into the post cataclysm life it's me

Interesting to see another artifact of the Thirteen introduced in Oppy's life...

Makes sense Ratty would be in on the secret

On the artifact thing I'm p sure the Star Saber is an exception? Was it one of the Thirteen's artifacts? Idk.

Hmm interesting to see how being a prime but also a Predacon this time makes the experience ~funky~ (I wonder if this means he's able to relate more to Onyx Prime rather than being a reincarnation of the mysterious Thirteenth Prime?)

Oh how I've exactly thought about that scenario (the him hiding that Optimus is a bit more different than other cybertronians besides the prime stuff)

This makes me remember how I call him Adoptimus and how much "worse" (read: hilarious and adorable) this habit is now that he's a Predacon.

#i still imagine predacon!Oppy as being flightless and more streamlined than your usual Predacon #he bulks up and gets bigger after receiving the matrix but he's still more reptilian/feline than say Predaking #(who again reminds me of the Insecticons more than the other aligned predacons we see do) #it's an interesting idea #maccadam #transformers #tfp orion pax #tfp optimus prime #< same guy #tfp ratchet #tfp alpha trion #tfp fowler #... i wonder if he's a triple changer here or if everyone thinks he's a monoformer (rather than well being a predacon) #that'd have interesting consequences #Predacon pax

[kilfeur]

Les conséquences de leurs choix et comment ils ont réagi (the consequences of their choices and how they reacted)

Avec l'épisode special Paris qui est sorti, il y a encore des zones d'ombres comme le suprême, ce fameux système et pourquoi Marinette n'a pas pu utiliser le souhait, Emilie et ainsi de suite. Toutefois j'aimerai parler du trio de l'autre monde, Toxinelle, Griffe Noire et Hesperia. Dans ce special, on peut voir le mauvais duo travailler ensemble même si ça leur fait pas plaisir. Vu qu'ils ont déjà essayé de voler le miraculous de l'autre, se disputant pour être épargné par le Suprême. Ce qui en dit pas mal sur comment sont traités les agents de ce dernier ! Même Plagg et Tikki sont muets et ne peuvent parler mais on peut voir qu'ils ont peur même sous leur vraie forme. Notre Tikki était au courant de ces autres univers et les connaît bien mais en parler à Marinette prendrait toute sa vie pour n'en parler que d'une infime partie. Donc ouais le special nous rappelle bien qu'on a à faire des êtres particuliers.

Toxinelle qui est plus froide et a plus de répondant envers Griffe Noire qui préfère faire les choses à sa manière. Surutilisant le lucky charm au prix de sa vie. Elle était seule et livrée à elle même n'avait personne pour l'aider, pas de parents, d'ami voir même de petit ami (bien que j'ai crû comprendre qu'elle en avait un mais qu'elle aurait traité de loser). Et en réponse, elle répond par la colère, la frustration de ne pas avoir eu la vie souhaité alors qu'une autre Marinette l'a en lisant son journal. On pourrait aussi l'associer à l'envie envers son alter ego. Tout ses lucky charm reflètent bien son côté agressive, ne montrant que des objets offensifs que défensifs ! Et c'est pour ça qu'elle était une cible facile pour le Suprême qui l'a convaincu qu'utiliser ses pouvoirs lui permettrait de ne plus jamais être blessé, de ne plus souffrir. Ne trouvant pas d'autre moyen que d'exprimer ce qu'elle ressent à travers la violence qu'elle infligera aux autres. Tant qu'elle peut soulager la sienne.

C'est pour ça que sa confrontation avec Ladybug est importante car elle croit que tout a été simple pour elle ! Sauf que bien au contraire, ça n'a pas été le cas ! Elle a essayé de changer et a pu grandir, devenir plus mature et ainsi changer sa vision de voir le monde qui l'entoure pour enfin vivre pleinement sa vie et ça malgré les épreuves qu'elle doit faire face. Elle n'est pas seule car elle a Chat Noir, ses amis mais aussi sa famille pour la soutenir. En sauvant son alter ego, elle s'aide elle même car ça se passe après Destruction ayant pas pu récupérer les miraculous à Monarque. Elle a pu aider son autre version lui permettant de ne pas perdre espoir cette fois !

Griffe Noire est plus impulsif et imprudent au point d'être assez suicidaire en se prenant un cataclysme. Ne répondant que par la destruction, sa manière de faire est très différente de Toxinelle. Ne répondant que par la provocation et des calembours, étant même plus agressif en terme de combat que Chat Noir. Mais Chat Noir est plus malin que lui et a grandi différemment, et c'est horrible de se dire qu'il suffisait qu'un ou plusieurs choix pour se dire que Adrien aurait pu être finir comme Griffe Noire ! Tout comme Marinette aurait pu devenir Toxinelle en fonction de ses choix ! Mais derrière son attitude se cache une peine, un deuil qui ne s'est pas remit celui de sa mère. Il ne peut accepter que son père aille de l'avant alors qu'il est coincé dans le marchandage et le déni. Tandis qu'Adrien a accepté la mort de sa mère et ça lui a traversé l'esprit d'utiliser le souhait. Or il sait qu'il y a un prix à payer et que des enfants seraient privés de leur mère. Et ça il peut pas l'accepter tout comme Emilie. Griffe Noire se montre triste mais aussi terrifié car il ne sait plus quoi faire. Adrien lui suggère de s'excuser auprès de Nino et essayer de devenir son ami, ce que Griffe Noire est hésitant à faire. Or Adrien lui dit que ça ira malgré tout et qu'ils n'ont qu'à voir un film ensemble. D'ailleurs j'aime comment le soleil se lève montrant désormais leur résolution désormais

Quand à Hesperia, ce dernier a perdu sa femme mais contrairement à notre Gabriel. Il refuse de succomber au deuil et l'utilise pour donner et garder l'espoir. Il était avec le Suprême avant et il a dû partir après la mort d'Emilie. Par contre comment il a enlever le sort de mutisme à Nooroo ? Je sais pas peut être que prendre un nouveau départ et utiliser ses pouvoirs pour le bien est le moyen de briser le sort du silence. Mais c'est pas précisé donc on peut que spéculer, dans le combat entre le duo et lui, Toxinelle le pointe du doigt pour avoir volé les miraculous. Laissant supposer qu'ils ont travaillé ensemble avant vu comment elle lui parle ainsi que Griffe Noire. En voyant le monde de notre duo, il le trouve magnifique et beau mais c'est loin d'être tout rose ! Vu que Monarque a les miraculous et c'est dommage de ne pas avoir eu ces deux là interagir. Mais je pense que c'est fait exprès pour montrer la différence entre ces deux là. Et puis Hesperia n'aurait pas pu raisonner Monarque. Et malgré qu'il soit l'ennemi du duo, il continue de tendre la main pour qu'ils rejoignent sa résistance. Vu ses dialogues, je pense qu'il internalise certaines de ses expériences voir même ressenti qu'il a traversé quand il travaillait avec le Suprême. Et du coup sa réponse a été de tourner le dos à ce dernier pour faire ce qui est juste. D'ailleurs sa forme akumatisé a une certaine ironie quand il est montré comme un ange et que notre Gabriel est mort et probablement en enfer à l'heure qu'il est. Sans compter les plumes qui sortent de Chat Noir, cette ironie quand tu nous tiens !

With the special Paris episode now out, there are still some dark areas, such as the supreme, that famous system and why Marinette couldn't use the wish, Emilie and so on. However, I'd like to talk about the otherworldly trio, Toxinelle, Griffe Noire and Hesperia. In this special, we can see the evil duo working together, even if they're not happy about it. Given that they've already tried to steal each other's miraculous, fighting to be spared by the Supreme. Which says a lot about how the Supreme's agents are treated! Even Plagg and Tikki are mute and can't speak, but we can see that they're scared even in their true form. Our Tikki was aware of these other universes and knows them well, but to tell Marinette about them would take her whole life to tell only a tiny part of it. So yeah, the special is a good reminder that we're dealing with special beings.

Toxinelle is colder and more responsive than Griffe Noire, who prefers to do things her own way. Overusing the lucky charm at the cost of her life. She was alone and left to her own devices, with no one to help her, no parents, no friends, not even a boyfriend (although I understand she had one, but would have called her a loser). And in response, she responds with anger, frustration at not having had the life she wanted, whereas another Marinette has it by reading her diary. It could also be associated with envy of her alter ego. All her lucky charms reflect her aggressive side, showing off more offensive objects than defensive ones! And that's why she was an easy target for the Supreme, who convinced her that using her powers would mean she'd never be hurt or suffer again. Finding no other way than to express what she feels through the violence she inflicts on others. As long as she can relieve her own.

That's why her confrontation with Ladybug is so important, because she thinks everything has been easy for her! But on the contrary, it hasn't been! She's tried to change and has been able to grow up, become more mature and change her view of the world around her, finally living her life to the full despite the trials she's had to face. She's not alone, as she has Black Cat, her friends and family to support her. By saving her alter ego, she's helping herself, as this takes place after Destruction was unable to retrieve the miraculous from Monarque. She was able to help her other version, so she didn't lose hope this time!

Griffe Noire is more impulsive and reckless, to the point of being quite suicidal in the face of cataclysm. Responding only with destruction, his approach is very different from that of Toxinelle. Responding only with provocation and puns, he's even more aggressive in terms of combat than Chat Noir. But Chat Noir is smarter than he is and has grown up differently, and it's horrible to think that all it took was one or more choices to tell you that Adrien could have ended up like Griffe Noire! Just as Marinette could have become Toxinelle depending on her choices! But behind his attitude lurks a grief, a mourning that has not recovered, that of his mother. He can't accept that his father is moving on, while he's stuck in bargaining and denial. Adrien, on the other hand, has accepted his mother's death, and it crossed his mind to use the wish. But he knows there's a price to pay and that children would be deprived of their mother. He can't accept that, and neither can Emilie. Griffe Noire is saddened but also terrified because he doesn't know what to do. Adrien suggests that he apologize to Nino and try to become his friend, which Black Claw is reluctant to do. But Adrien tells him that he'll be fine anyway, and that all they have to do is watch a movie together. By the way, I like the way the sun rises, now showing their resolution.

As for Hesperia, he has lost his wife, but unlike our Gabriel. He refuses to succumb to grief and uses it to give and keep hope. He was with the Supreme before and had to leave after Emilie's death. But how did he remove Nooroo's mute spell? I don't know, maybe making a fresh start and using his powers for good is the way to break the silence spell. But it's not spelled out so we can only speculate, in the fight between the duo and him, Toxinelle points the finger at him for stealing the miraculous. This suggests that they've worked together before, given the way she talks to him and Griffe Noire. Seeing our duo's world, he finds it magnificent and beautiful, but it's far from rosy! Given that Monarque has the miraculous, it's a shame we didn't have these two interacting. But I think it's done on purpose to show the difference between these two. Besides, Hesperia couldn't have reasoned with Monarque. And despite being the duo's enemy, he keeps reaching out to them to join his resistance. Given his dialogues, I think he's internalizing some of the experiences and even feelings he went through when working with the Supreme. And so his response was to turn his back on the Supreme to do the right thing. Moreover, his akumatized form has a certain irony when he's shown as an angel and our Gabriel is dead and probably in hell by now. Not to mention the feathers that come out of Chat Noir, that irony!

#miraculous ladybug #ml #ml paris special #ml paris spoilers #ml analysis #analysis #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #chat noir #ladybug #shadybug #claw noir #betterfly #hesperia

[sporesgalaxy]

I don't think I'll have time to draw this whole thing so enjoy Sibling Dance by Brian David Gilbert, except I rewrote it for Collector and Cataclysm and @queensqueercourt 's Aurora. tee hee

[Collector speaking

Cataclysm speaking

both]

Playmates!

Playmates!

Playmates!

Playmates!

That's Cataclysm!

That's the Collector!

It's such a blast when we play together!

When we play rough

They won't just die!

Because we're playmates, and we have the same eyes!

[eerie music as their eyes glow red]

I like fire!

And I like games!

There's a "C" in both of our names!

If you don't like playing, give us a chance,

We'll impress you with our playmates dance!

[silly music]

Hey, what's that?

We have a third amigo!

You thought there were two

But there is a trio!

They love mortals and they have big hair!

But he's one of us, so we don't care!

Come on, Aurora, snap out of that trance!

It's time to do a playmate--

Aurora: "Guys! Guys, I can’t... focus, I can’t read, I can’t get any of my work done with you guys making this racket about playmate dances! I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be mean, it’s just... we’ve lost a lot of acolytes in our congregation, and I’ve got a big ceremony in a few days, and I’ve gotta get this proverb finished, and I don’t have time to do a--"

PLAYMATE DANCE!

I move mountains with my bare hands.

Come on, let's do a playmate dance!

The void of space is a vast expanse.

Come on, let's do a playmate dance!

Come on, let's do a playmate dance!

Playmates!

#cataclysm comet #adddna #toh

[fromthedeskoftheminister]

Magical Emergencies of the Big Moon Variety

Summary: Not everyone adjusts well to being unceremoniously ejected from a collective simulation. Even if it only lasted for approximately 6 months ship time, it certainly felt a lot longer. Some of the adjustments that need to be made are minor in nature. Others… are a bit more serious and require outside assistance which youd think would be hard to come by in space. Look familiar? Unedited Pt 1, Unedited Pt 2,

Read the edited version on AO3

Tango spread his fingers against the glass his hand flexing absently as he greedily drank in the sights of his friends and family. He couldn’t tell if the relief that he was feeling was from the simple joy that his family were all in fact alive and in, uh, various states of wellness or from the more selfish realization that he hadn’t failed in his quest to blow up the moon.  The simulation had ended quite abruptly, moments before moon-fall.  If Tango had to guess, the resulting cataclysm had catapulted them back into their bodies and awareness of the real world without so much as a by your leave. From his vantage point it was very obvious that some of them had not handled the transition well at all. 

His eyes drifted down the line of Hermits as they all waited, with varying levels of patience, for the Pods to finish draining and equalize to the internal atmosphere of the Hermitheius. Bdubs was pressed up against the glass, as close as he could get to the center of the room and by default the rest of the hermits, eyes wider than normal. Their gazes met and Bdubs’ grin nearly split his face in two, eyes watering. Tango flashed him a quick smirk and a thumbs up. His focus wandered again, this time seeking out the third member of their trio. Keralis was sitting peacefully on the floor of his own pod making faces at XB, but he offered a wave of his own when Tango managed to catch his eye. Basemates accounted for, Tango turned his attention to the rest of his friends. From where he was already looking, it was easiest to find Zedaph, skipping over and noting a few empty pods in the process. He’d been a bit concerned for Zed, isolated as he had been for the entirety of the simulation but there was no way to tell what was going through his buddy’s head normally let alone right now. In fact, Zed was still sitting back to the room and staring out the window closest to his pod into the void of space, just as he had been since Tango had awakened.

A fine mist of condensation floated across the room before dissipating. Tango traced it to its source finding what looked like a joyous cacophony of noise as Bdubs’ upon release from his pod had launched himself into the arms of a mildly surprised Etho. Tango was unsure exactly why as he had spotted the other man hovering near Bdubs pod for as long as he had been aware.  Etho hadn't been the only one present either, even if he was the only one currently lingering. Iskall, Stress, Wels and TFC had left the simulation early and Tango had seen all of them as they wandered through, checking in on everyone before wandering off again. Wels had even stopped to chat when Tango had waived him down while waiting for his pod to finish draining.

It was hard to communicate through glass without communicators but luckily his pantomimes and pidgin sign language had been fairly easy to understand. At least Wels had gotten the gist of what Tango wanted to know, and had been fairly obliging in his explanations. The five hermits who had ended up leaving the simulation early had simply opted to remain out of the simulation rather than constantly hopping back in and out again during the long trip to Season 8. He’d also managed to convey that he and Stress had had been working on a project with Iskall. It was when Renbob had wandered through that Wels had left to chase the hippie back to his bed. Tango wasn’t put off by the abrupt ending to their acted out conversation. Earlier Wels had indicated that both Renbob and the Goatfather had worked themselves to exhaustion trying to make sure that Boatem had made it out safely as they had been last group to get booted. It had been a much more complicated and trying process than anyone had been prepared for and none of them were sure exactly where the problem had originated. Something, something, resetting respawns, sleep deprivation and maybe the void but there wasn't much of a chance for any elaboration before Wels darted off to play nurse in shining armor.

Even with the heads up, Tango would have probably been the most concerned about the members of Boatem. Pearl had swum to the top of her half-drained pod and was floating on her back, legs pressed up against the glass and watching the room upside down seemingly giggling at random. Scar seemed entirely unperturbed and unphased as he waited for his pod to drain, not that he was paying any attention to the rest of the group. Instead, he was sitting cattywampus on the floor of his pod, legs stretched out in front of him, cooing at Jelly who was batting ineffectually at his fingers through the glass. Mumbo on the other hand was standing straight up in the dead center of his pod, nervously running his hands through his hair and avoiding all eye contact despite the fact that he couldn’t seem to stop glancing around at all the people in the room with the exception of Grian. Speaking of Grian, he was also standing in the center of his pod, blank and expressionless, seemingly staring through everything but still watching it all. It was rather eerie and reminded Tango uncomfortably of how Grian had been when he had first joined their merry band of misfits. Still, that was a problem for another time and quite possibly another bunch of hermits. Tango was going to have his hands full as it was, trying to help Zed who was still staring out the window; and that didn’t even account for Impulse.

Out of everyone, it was Impulse who was concerning Tango the most not that he could put his finger on what exactly was sending up the alarm bells. He didn’t look worse off than anyone else in Boatem sitting as he was on the far side of his pod. His buddy was slouched slightly with his back against the glass and one arm loosely resting on a bent knee. From where he was across the room, it was impossible to make out any sort of expression on Impulse’s face but from how it rested against the glass, turned upwards and eyes closed it was probably safe to assume that there wasn’t one.

Tango frowned slightly, as he made eye contact with Jevin and gestured over at Impulse. Jevin thankfully, got the picture and after a moment put his hands together on one side of his tilted head in a pantomime of sleep. Tango let out a sigh of relief but his worry did not abate and he continued to stare. While he wanted his buddy to get some much-needed rest, really Mumbo how was sleep deprivation supposed to help prevent Moon Big at all, Devs sometimes Boatem made him despair, something was still wrong. Something just… felt off. He could feel it in his bones, as Impulse would say. Still, he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly it was.

Another puff of condensation due to the release of pressurized air floated through the room. Another Hermit’s pod had finished equalizing. Probably Cub? Tango glanced over, and yep, that was definitely Cub, sharp teeth, tattered wings and overly blue eyes and all, moving as if he was expecting there to be simultaneously more and less gravity than there actually was. That was certainly interesting. Hadn’t Cub also attempted to escape Moon-fall by going to space? Thoughts wandering, Tango jumped when his gaze returned to Impulse only to find one cracked eye blearily peering at him.

Tango couldn’t help himself as he threw his arms up and cheered, “IMPULSE! Hey! There you are!”

There was no response, not that Tango had expected one. He knew Impulse wouldn’t be able to hear him but still a wave or something would have been nice. His arms fell as Impulse continued to stare, not at him but through him, before the heavily lidded eyelid slid shut.

“Impy?” Tango said, mainly for his own benifit.

Both eyes opened this time. Had he not been so worried, Tango would have lost it laughing. Trust Impulse’s hatred of that nickname to cause a reaction even when the other couldn’t hear it. Tango didn’t relish the hilarity of that for very long however, as Impulse’s head dropped ever so slightly, the lights of the room hitting at exactly the right angle for him to catch an unobstructed view of eyeshine from not normally yellow glassy eyes.

Oh.

That.

That was bad.

That was so very very bad.

“Impy?” he tried again mentally cursing the slowness of the tube’s equalization cycle, as he caught his buddy's gaze.

One eye closed, followed by the other before opening again, one after the other in a strange facsimile of a blink. That was weird, even by his standards and the feeling that something was wrong only grew. But Hey! He definitely, somehow, had Impulse’s attention. Because that? That was a response. It had to be. Tango watched as Impulse blinked, once more, this time a lot closer together and looking a lot more like normal. Progress!

“C’mon Impy!” Tango crooned. He’d take Impulse being annoyed with him if he could actually get a coherent response. “Up an attem buddy! You can do it!”

Impulse could not in fact do it, and Tango watched in horror as Impulse’s eyes closed and he listed sideways, sliding down the glass and smashing his face on the floor of his pod.

And

        Tango’s

                       Vision

      goes

                                   WHITE

#moon big #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft season 8 #hermitcraft #crossposted to ao3 #been a minute #happy moonfall day everyone #impact day? #i dunno which is better #2 years since the moon crashed and moon big still lives rent free in my brain #originally wrote this last year #was happy enough to share earlier this year #but now its finally edited and on ao3 #Starring #tango of the tek variety #impulsesv #Welsknight #iJevin #mentions of the whole dang Hermitcraft ensemble and then some #and now we return to your regularly scheduled content warnings #non human hermits #of an undescribed plethora of origins and species #unreality #ala matrix style shenanigans #sickfic #hurt/comfort #passing out #and now for something completely different: A Disclaimer! #the characters you see before you are intended to be the block people personas/characters and not the creators themselves #ive simply borrowed their likeness for my and hopefully your amusement

[daughterofyourdarklord]

What are some of your headcanons for the Delphi and the Trio universe? I’m into it!

There's no easy way to say this, anon, but... I overdid it.

Please enjoy a far too detailed accounting of just some of the HC I have for this "first war alternate-universe" below:

Delphini is born in October of ‘78 - because of when her birthday falls she’s only one year above Draco and Harry Potter in school despite being closer to two years older. 

Bellatrix is barred from direct combat the day they find out about her pregnancy. She resents this, but would never refuse a direct order. She diverts her focus and leans into the dark arts heavily as a means to extend protection to their unborn heir. Calling upon the constellations, chanting blood rites, the constant brewing of obscure potions - her magic resonates with Delphini’s own, the baby responding to it long before she has taken her first breath. 

Still, Bella is an asset in strategy. She’ll show up to meetings with ancient runes stitched up her neck and down her fingers, blood from a recent sacrifice trailing on her robes. One day, her curses run so dark her eyes shift completely black for an entire week. The death eaters are lost somewhere between horrified and awed.

Dark magic is a constant in Delphini’s life since infancy. Ancient runes scrawled across new skin in blood, cursed objects perfectly placed for her protection, bewitched portraits lining the walls of her nursery. She finds comfort in it since before she can remember. 

Her parents are horribly busy for most of her early life but they still manage time to see her. The Dark Lord had established what is closest to His permanent residency in LeStrange Estates, a whole wing of the castle dedicated just to Him. Delphi and her mother spend the most time there. 

Rather than leaving Delphini with her sister, Bellatrix whisks her away to the Blacks just before she is arrested. They take her to the Ministry to ensure there's record of her so she can enlist at Hogwarts. There’s not. “She belongs to all of you?” Walburga, Cygnus and Druella glare back at the Ministry worker imploringly. “Yes.” Her blood runs Black and one test is more than enough proof, it’s not protocol to question a magical child’s parentage. 

The loss of both of her parents so suddenly is devastating. At night Delphini dreams of them, both of them, alone - scared, searching for each other. Delphini hurts just the same, it’s a constant state of free fall. She can’t help but feel like it’s her job to save them both.  

Of course, she gravitates towards Walburga. Something about the matriarch feels the most familiar, like she can almost pretend. The little witch will never fill the hole permanently cut into her great aunt’s heart but it feels slightly less raw in her presence. 

Delphini’s first year at Hogwarts will be Nymphadora’s last. When the Black’s take her to Diagon Alley they run into Andromeda. They ignore her completely despite the other witches and wizards leaping out of their way in anticipation for rivers of cataclysmic magic. She looks like Bellatrix and for a moment Delphini aches. She doesn’t know it but Andromeda is thinking the same thing.

Ollivander looks at her curiously. Yew, Dragon-heartstring, eleven and a half inches, unyielding. Very interesting. 

Before the start of her first year her Uncle Lucius has a gift for her. “It was your father’s.” He explains as he hands her the diary, the binding of it is soft and worn, the magic radiating off of it feels oh so familiar. Delphini is thrilled, it is one of the first things she uses when she gets to the castle. The pages are blank, until they are not. 

#I'll be honest #I think introducing Delphini as a character in all seven books #would make almost everything different #so I will refrain from adding anything further for now #delphini #delphi #bellatrix lestrange #lord voldemort #pregnant bellatrix #first war au #delphini goes to Hogwarts #walburga black #cygnus black #Druella black #dark magic #blood magic #and everything in between #I am forgetting some tags but you get what I mean

[eriinyx]

[Kuberafest] Side Story: The Crystal Sisters

Hi ! So, here is my participation to the 2023 Kuberafest ! I've wanted to write an OCs oneshot in the Kuberaverse for sooooooo long. This universe just has so much potential. Granted, the theme "Side Story" is not exactly about OCs, yet The End of a Fiendish Magician was about a completely new character, so I just decided I could give it a shot too. Thus, I hope you will enjoy this oneshot ! I precise that English is not my birth language, so feel free to report any language inconcistencies.

There are hundreds of magicians on planet Willarv, and before the cataclysm, there were even more. However, only a few of them will be remembered. While priests and priestesses shine in the daylight, welcomed as rightful kings and queens of the cities, most magicians will die a cruel, lonesome, and unremembered death. This is the story of three of them. - The Crystal Sisters -

N14, Rindhallow, Night of the Witches

There was a bustling crowd that evening at Rindhallow Magic Guild, for it was a night of celebration. The annual festival, the Night of the Witches, would take place once more there. Magicians, fighters, and common folk alike gathered to witness the event. And amongst the crowd, many were the topics of discussion.

“I can’t wait to see the appearance of Lady Laila, our estimeed priestess !”

“They say Ruche Seiran will make an appearance. Do you think that’s true ?”

“I don’t know for sure. But Agwen Rajof has announced her participation!”

But still, none could forget the big event of that night: the traditional joint performance. It used to host very popular guests, and the survivors of the Cataclysm recalled fondly the one which took place in D995, involving Jibril Ajes and Laila Hemawati. That year, it was going to be performed by a trio, three witches which became famous as mercenary magicians for their achievements, their looks, and their dedication to the half cause. Those were the Crystal Witches.

The crowd gathered near the main stage, and whispers began to arouse. The stage was empty, nobody to be found. But then, suddenly, as if a veil of darkness had been suddenly lifted, three figures appeared in the stage. They all had one knee on the flour, and the opposing arm proudly carrying a staff, its head pointing towards the skies. Simultaneously, they raised it up, and their tips crossed, when, with a single shared voice, they all spelled:

“Hoti Kubera!”

And a golden light enveloped the three beautiful looking women who began dancing in the stage.

Ombre Perdin was the most discrete of the three, but not the least talented. She was known to be an introverted person, but quick and efficient when it came to her job. She survived the cataclysm, which in itself was a proof of her talent. She was ranking A amongst magicians, and could even use silent magic. The mysterious air she exuded drew many fans to her, but she was as slippy as a shadow, and as free as the wind.

Her dark green dress waved silently as the choregraphy began, and her raven hair, tied in a perfect bun, amplified that mystic aura of hers. After a few calculated steps, she ended up being in the center of the stage, surrounded by her two acolytes. “Bhavati chandra!”

As she exclaimed herself, a bounty of amplifiers just appeared from all parts of the stage, as her two comrades lined up behind her. Suddenly, Ombre dropped her staff to put her two hands behind her head, which were most instantly grabbed by another fine pair.

“Bhavati kubera!”

The young ladies were sent off flying, and in a perfectly calculated movement, Ombre threw her partner soaring into the air.

Azura Grey was a pureblood magician. Unlike the other two, she was not yet a magician when the cataclysm happened, and obtained her A-ranking license later. She was shining as a ray of sun, and her cheerfulness and positivism was what gained her many favors. Though she did not wield silent magic, she had advanced understanding of magic, and was able to use her three non matching attributes quite well. She was the one more often seen, as she was the social one. Back when she was a student, she became famous amongst Mistyshore university student for her beautiful singing voice.

Her long, beautiful cerulean hair was let free of all constraints, and her simple, yet ample white dress, along with her bright smile, made her look right like an angel, in the middle of the skies. She was spinning while grabbing the staff she had attached to her back, and it was as if time had simply stopped in this moment.

“Hoti varuna “

The water that was resting in the garden’s basins was sent flying all around her, and discomposed into beautiful drops that turned silently around her. Losing the impulse she had gotten from her partner’s bhavati kubera spell, she began to lose height, but she would not let it happen so easily.

“Bhavati vayu”

And thus, she landed on thin air, as if it had been some ground, while the wind was making her hair float around herself like a fairy amongst the bubbles. At this moment, two voices came into harmony, casting the same spell:

“Bhavati surya”

And a wave of light pierced every water that was still floating in the air, making it shine like little pearls, as it discomposed into thin particles.

The leader was undoubtedly the most famous of the three, Aka Talis. Many people said about her, that her only flaw as a magician was her non matching attributes. With a tremendous divine affinity, quick calculation abilities, and grasp of silent magic, she long held the title of the best ranking magicians with three different birth attributes, and though she now only ranked second, most people did not pay as much attention to the first than to her. Proudly harboring her A-rank, she was a firm defender of the half cause and sponsored many of them.

Aside from her magical talents, many were mesmerized by her looks, and though she did not rival in beauty magicians like Brilith Ruin or Airi Yui, she still had numerous fans, whose dates or proposals she always refused. Her gown made her look absolutely stunning this night: a simple, yet striking red, revealing enough of her proud figure without being too vulgar. Her blond hair was tied in a simple ponytail, which slowly fell towards her left shoulder, and her red eyes captured her mesmerizing gaze.

“Hoti indra hoti agni”

With some simple words and while slowly waving her staff, Aka made pillars of intertwined fire and lightning flood the stage right around her and Azura, who was still floating in the air. As they fell to the ground, all that could be seen was this tall and proud shadow. The calculations were perfect, precise to a millimeter, as the spell had perfectly hit the bhavati chandra amplifiers, which magnified it. Ombre, which had disappeared from the stage, suddenly resurfaced. She was so discrete no one ever heard her cast hoti chandra, and as Azura slowly regained the ground, the three of them found themselves again on the stage, and continued their choregraphy, moving around each other in a dance they had repeated so much they could do it while sleeping.

“Hoti varuna bhavati varuna”

With a simple gesture, Azura created a thousand of little floating icebergs, that moved towards the air around Aka. “Bhavati indra bhavati agni”

And the quarter followed with an incredibly difficult fusion spell that blasted them away in a show of lightning and fire which cautiously avoided her partners.

And as the golden light disappeared along with the effects of the hoti kubera spell, the three magicians closed in for a final pose, their leader in the center.

“Hoti chandra” And with these words spoken so faintly that only the three of them could hear, Ombre made them disappear from the stage.

The public was ecstatic. The demonstration of tonight was incredibly difficult. The fusion spells used were known to be extremely difficult to master, and it must have taken years for them to use these. Cheers and applauses rose from the crowd, so loud that they could be heard in the entire city.

As they returned to the wings, Aka suddenly crumbled, and Ombre raced to her side to heal her with hoti asvins.

“I overdid it again… isn’t it ? I feel like I’ve used a week worth of vigor…” Aka whispered faintly.

“Why did you decide to use that stupid fusion spell without telling us ? Each time you tried it during the repetitions, you fainted ! I was so worried when I heard you say bhavati agni!” Azura screamed, yet silently enough so that the public could not hear.

“I just… wanted to… shine tonight…” Aka answered, trying to catch on her breath.

As Aka’s eyes closed, Azura tears began flowing from her eyes.

“No need to concern you. She’ll get better in a day or two. She just needs some rest.” Ombre replied, not even trying to hide her annoyance.

“It’s always the same about the two of you”, Azura responded. “No. It’s always the same about you all silent magicians !” she continued, with anger growing up in her voice with every word. “I just can’t understand you all! You always take things too rationally ! You do not have an ounce of compassion left in your body, be it for others or for yourselves ! Aka is suffering, and it seems like you both do not care at all!”

Ombre turned her head and looked at her partner with sheer contempt in her eyes.

“No, you will never understand. You were but a little girl when it all happened. You never had to kill people you cared about because they had gone berserk without warning. You never woke up in a bath of blood you created. You never had to stab your own lover out of self-defense so that you could survive. And I pray that you never will. ”

Azura’s face darkened, suddenly realizing what she had said.

“I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” she began to mumble.

“It’s okay”, Ombre replied. “I’m glad… I’m glad that that part of you is still intact. For it is something that I will never get back.”

Azura smiled, as her last tears pearled onto her eyes. For she knew they would not fail her. For she knew that, if she simply wished that the three of them live, the other two would comply out of friendship. Even if they lost part of their humanity, their bonds would remain, now and forever.

Three talented magicians, who found themselves by chance, and never left each other even since.

Though they were not related by blood, they were sisters. Family.

Atera Attack

N16, Month of Destruction

Reported missing

Aka Talis

Quarter

A magician

D962, 7/33

Agni – Indra – Surya

Ombre Perdin

Quarter

A magician

D956, 2/14

Chandra – Chandra – Kubera

Azura Grey

Pureblood

A magician

D987, 6/5

Surya – Vayu – Varuna

#kubera #oc #oneshot #kuberafest 2023 day 2 #kuberafest

[ultrakart]

I blink and there’s another new episode what

This is the kwami swap episode ye? I’ve been excited for this one!

-STARTING OFF THE EPISODE WITH ALYA BEING LIKE GURL WHAT

-Oh hey even Alya has an alliance ring

-Gabriel can directly spy on her. This could end poorly one of these days :)

-Take a shot for every ~Marinette~ that comes out of Adrien’s mouth

-And Gabriel is in a GREAT mood. What a chilling sight to see

-BRUH did Nathalie think Adrien was kidnapped because he got out of bed so early

-Oh wait I just realized that we’re in the Agreste kitchen!! And it was teased/leaked a while ago that something goes DOWN in the Agreste kitchen 👀

-WOAH THERE IT IS THERE IT IS

-Hang on I gotta screenshot this

-I saw this shot before but I had no idea it was THIS episode!!

-Wait wait recordings from Emilie?? About wut???

-O H ? Gabriel implying that the cataclysm burn is... fatal?

-NATHALIE BACKSTORY NATHALIE BACKSTORY

-NATHALIE SANCOEUR TOMB RAIDER??

-EMILIE MESSAGE EMILIE MESSAGE EMILIE MESSAGE EM

-So Gabriel and Nathalie and Emilie really were a trio of treasure hunters for like... a long time

-Indiana Jones villains lol

-Clap on! Clap off!

-Nathalie really set the mood lighting to blue because she feeling blue

-ADRIEN ASKED THE QUESTION. HE NOTICED THAT HIS MOTHERS ILLNESS IS SIMILAR TO NATHALIE

-”You always find the right words”

-Adrien, speaking to Marinette “word salad” Dupain Cheng

-Wait a hot sec

-Nathalie had the glowing outline on her face BEFORE the akuma touched her?

-Ehh?

-Safari looks. Good.

-I WAS CORRECT?? The kwami swap happens because Ladybug gets stunned????

-ADRIEN CONSIDERING THE WISH?? HE CONSIDERED IT

Oh my god that was a RIDE and a half. Finally some concrete backstory on Emilie! And a kwami swap and Plagg freaking out and Marinette being so Marinette...

Good food. A LOT of good food. Mwah delish.

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml s5 spoilers #ml season 5 #kart reacts #passion