#chaotic evil spirit reborn

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Under The Water

Pairing: Hook x Reader

Warning: +18, smut

Beta’d by: @writtingrose

A/N: This is a birthday gift to Cami, one of the most important people in my life. I’ve known her forever and nowadays she’s an extension of my own self, so happy birthday to you, the lost half of my soul 🌹

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl

Every once in a while something changes

And she's changing me

It's too late for me now, I am altered

There is something beneath

A thrill of emotions, whether it be because of the anonymity or because she wasn’t part of this industry, she wasn’t like the women he usually goes for. Maybe because of their secrets and intriguing traits about her, or even because the few hours Tyler spends inside a random hotel room in her company as well as inside her were the only moments where he allowed himself to just feel.

She's not acid nor alkaline

In his mind, she could only be compared to a tsunami: unpredictable, surprising, a fast-rising tide powerful enough to both destroy and fascinate. It was nothing like the familiar and calm everyday waves, it was chaotic.

Caught between black and white

A wall of water that traps you within it, cold and powerful enough to kill. Merciless, unforgiving, it had no thought, no emotion, nor rationality.

Not quite either day or night

It didn’t hesitate or stop, it was this ongoing flow of emotions of the rawest kind. It was life-changing, the kind that either made you be killed by it or reborn from it.

She's perfectly misaligned

Similar to drowning, she granted you a few spare seconds of fresh air before she wrapped you in her scent, in her chaotic yet pure essence.

I'm caught up in her design

Your lungs try to take in the oxygen, but they can’t. And then the panic, pure fear glazed with panic, the certainty of never floating up the surface again takes over your being.

And how it connects to mine

Fear and panic become acceptance and conformity, and you allow yourself to embrace whatever is to come, the unknown for once sounds so welcoming.

I see in a different light

The unfamiliar feeling of peace and quiet, one you cannot feel whilst living, finally engulfs your spirit. It’s liberating, tragic yet beautiful that something so dark, life-changing, and scary can feel so amicable and intimate. It’s the point of no return, you either surrender yourself to this experience and accept what it will bring you, or you fight against it and suffer until it finally releases you. In the beginning, it felt right to not give in, “survival instinct” is what they call it, but when the need for survival becomes toxic and does more evil than good you eventually stop fighting and start to see for yourself what embracing the unknown feels like.

There’s calm and silence beneath the water, you can’t hear anything or anyone, it’s as if there was only you in this world. And that’s how Tyler felt about it as if he was the only one who existed within her presence, and that’s how he wished to stay. Until someone eventually comes and unwillingly pulls him out of the water, giving him a chance to breathe in the suffocating fresh air once again.

The objects of my desire

“Ty” She called for the third time in a row “Your dad is calling you. You’re not gonna answer?”

His brown eyes fixed on her features, memorizing every detail of her face, imprinting it in his mind like a picture he had forever stared at.

“I’ll call him later” He sighed heavily, before turning off his phone and tossing it on the floor.

“Hey, are you ok?” Her hand cupped his smooth cheek, and Tyler felt the water embracing him again.

“Yeah, I’m fine” He briefly answered and allowed himself to float on the dark waters, he wasn’t ready to drown again, at least not yet.

“You don’t look fine. You’ve been acting weird since I told you I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again” She stated matter-of-factly

“I’m fine, tiger. Jesus fuck!”

Annoyance swept over him like a low tide, not powerful enough to cause any damage but it was still there, making its job of wetting the shore and turning the firm, secure ground into a mushy, soggy land that kept you in place, unable to move.

“Alright! I was just asking” She huffed while turning around so her bare back was now facing him.

His eyes traveled through her body, and his brown eyes stared at her soft hair spread out on the white pillowcase. Splashing some color, some life, on the white linen. Then he allowed his eyes to sink further down, they stopped at her tensed shoulders before they roamed down to her soft curves, and round hips, and eventually made their final stop on her exposed ass. Tyler could feel his body sinking, the floating would soon become drowning and he yearned for it.

He scooted closer to her on the bed, his strong chest pressed against her soft back, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that”, he placed his chin on her shoulder before tilting his head to the side to place a sensual open mouth kiss on the pulse point of her neck.

Tyler’s nose inhaled deeply, taking in the natural scent of her skin mixed with her shower gel, and the remains of their wild sex. It lingered on her skin like the most expensive perfume, a sophisticated smell that belonged to her and her only, and that his system craved for it like a drug.

The warmth of his body caused the tension to leave her body through a deep sigh, her hand came to rest on his forearm - which was tossed around her waist - as he continued to speak:

“I’m just stressed with a few things that’s all”

“You know you can talk to me, Ty. Before anything we are friends, no?” Her eyes searched for him, needing to double-check her suspicions at the same time he scoffed “We passed ‘just friends’ about 20 fucks ago, tiger”.

Something crossed her eyes, it was either fear, despair, or uncertainty. Tyler wasn’t sure yet since she came across as extremely hard to read at times, and his own frantic heartbeat wasn’t helping his rational thinking at all.

A small laugh escaped her lips, and the light sound somewhat seemed to brighten up the room. Before he could stop himself, Tyler laughed along. Only being stopped by her lips covering his.

“Is that so?” She smirked, eyes glimmering with mischief as her hands traveled down his torso until they stopped below his navel.

Ooh, let's talk about chemistry

'Cause I'm dying to melt through

To the heart of her molecules

'Til the particles part like holy water

“Yeah” He nodded vigorously, teeth biting her jawline and causing her to giggle loudly, “It tickles” She giggled again when his next bite caused goosebumps to rise on her skin.

“You don’t want it to tickle? Should I make it hurt instead?” Tyler teased, biting harder only this time his teeth were on her neck.

The harsher action caused her to moan, but the sound was muffled by his hand a few seconds later.

“You’re being too loud, tiggy. Not that I care but your sounds are for me and me only. So next time you wanna moan, make sure to do that in my ear. I wanna be the only one to hear you tonight”

Something shifted in her eyes, the light innocence was quickly replaced with malice, and the chaste girl stepped aside for the little vixen to play. Her hands stopped at his groin, one hand closing around his hard cock while the other cupped his balls softly. The hand that covered her lips lost its power as soon as she began to pump her hand up and down his length.

She captured his pointer finger in her mouth before his hand could leave her lips, she sucked on the digit like a lollipop, tongue tracing the bones and humming at the taste of his skin. She let his finger slowly slide out of her mouth before she could tease him:

“Not so talkative anymore, huh? What happened, Ty? Can’t function with a hand around your cock?”

If anything, she's an undiscovered element

Either born in hell or heaven-sent

But either way I'm into it

“You’re lucky you’re so good at this” He groaned against her chin, open mouth momentarily covering her skin as he pulled back and darted out his tongue to lick a stripe across her lips.

Her smile grew into a pretentious one “Oh baby, don’t be coy. You know I’m good at everything” She chuckled before pushing him to the side so he was now laying down on the mattress.

Her thick thighs straddled his hips, not before she pressed his tip against her entrance. The burning feeling of being stretched by Tyler was always a welcome feeling despite the brief discomfort.

His hands gripped her hips, kneading the flesh beneath his palms and reveling in the feeling of having his hands full of her curves.

“Move, tiger. I need you to move” Tyler groaned, this was a sweet kind of torture he couldn’t take at the moment. Not when he was so close to drowning in her.

“Cockwarming is not your thing?” She teased with a smirk, trying so hard to keep as still as possible just to keep him on the edge.

“Not with you, no” He groaned again, sinking his nails into her flesh in the hopes that the pain will make her move

“And why is that?” The tentative smirk was still plastered on her lips as she managed to settle him even deeper in her

“Because you feel too good for me to not fuck you” Tyler’s hands rapidly left her hips so he could push her torso down until her breasts rested on his face. His mouth instantly opened, capturing a nipple between his lips and sucking on the small flesh until it hardened enough so he could softly bite into it. “Now move, tiger. I wanna feel you pulsating around me”

“So bossy, aren’t we?” She giggled as her hips slowly moved up and down his length. “Should I go hard enough to break the bed?” Her teasing tone caused him to pull back from her breast with a chuckle, “No, but you’re not allowed to stop until you’ve killed me” Tyler joked, and the minute he felt her purposefully clenching her walls around him, he had no doubts she could actually kill him, but shit isn’t this a sweet way to go. He placed his hands behind his head and took a deep sigh as she picked up the pace of her thrusting.

This was it, he was ready to drown again.

#hook x reader #hook imagine #aew hook x reader #aew hook imagine #hook fanfiction #aew hook #hook aew #tyler senerchia #masochist writes #Spotify

[elahogn]

Top of my head reaction while watching CR3E89 below, there's some discussion about the gods and the world, contain some SPOILERS so here's a warning.

Also contain some discussion and spoilers about the gods and world building of the 2 podcasts Legend Lark (Dames and Dragons) and Spout Lore. They are both very good and coming to an end of a long campaign, so check them out if you want to feast on some delicious delicious world buidling.

This whole discussion of whether the gods are necessary for the world to function comes up ever so often in this world of Critical Role and once again in c3e89. True to what Travis said, I think there're tons of missing links here. The only written record of what the gods done to Exandria is definitely by the followers of the gods, given it is by Vasselheim or by the Colbalt Soul (they are the followers of goddess Ioun, regardless of how neutral she is, still one of the gods). That's so obviously unavoidable bias to the gods! No one knows what was going on before the gods arrived. What was called chaos can be orders, just to a different standard. As an aware-but-not-religious person, I'm so deeply related to Ashton (Taliesin)'s sceptical pov on the gods, especially in this world! It's complicated in this fantasy world because the gods are somehow present and physical, and some people actually meet and talk to them. It's true that some people have special power connecting with the gods, it's true that the belief keep the world in order and there's some impact from the gods to keep other realms away from the material plane. But also because they are believed to be bringing orders and peace that there's no way to know what would be without them? It's true that the gods grow stronger with worship and followers. It's also true that they only look out for their own followers. So it's even more questionable whether they would even care if the world is destroyed if not for the dent in their own power.

In Legend Lark (Dames and Dragons) podcast, they also fight gods. The gods in this world are somehow enormous, intangible forces but also so human and selfish. The main big bad, Torva - the Conquerer, is one of the strongest gods, who is known to be the main cause of several destructions of civilizations. His motivation is so selfish, but so true to the chaotic nature of his domain and the grey moral of being one of the strongest gods that live so close to the mortal realm. In short, he wants to destroy the world and deconstruct the pantheon, dethrone the primordial forces to free his love from the cycle, a goddess who ascended from mortal who, in every lifetime, has to reborn herself and dedicate everything to care for her people (I'm not saying she's a selfless entity tho). An amazing thing is that throughout the campaign, it comes to light how humanity doesn't really need the gods to continue as a society. They are aware of the gods' existence, and some receive the blessing and power from the gods. Much at all, in the world history, the gods are recorded as the main force of destruction than anything.

Spout Lore podcast also has a very interesting take on the gods and the world. Interestingly, the world of Spout Lore has 3 realms, the material, the spirit, and the fairy. In which the gods, fundamentally, embodie forces of nature that walk across the three realms but bring the most destruction to the material realm. But somehow, the world survives, and the people live without much attention to the gods at all. The campaign is still going on at this point, but much to my understanding, the big bad, the Gibbous man, was a powerful god, still quite a god, but punished by other gods to be entangled with the human world. He is trying to free himself from the punishment while entangling himself stronger into his own chain. And the force of evil in the world materialised as demons, stem from his power, plague the world with greed, violence, and destruction.

On another note, back to CR, what even is Predathos? There's still so little information about this main reason that this whole campaign even has any plot at this point! Why is it called The Gods Eater? What did it do? What is it doing right now with the flares and the connections with the Ruidus borns? Somehow, this lack of explanation about the main force of the plot makes this campaign feel little like a drag sometimes. I know a lot of people saying that Bells Hells keep trying to avoid the main mission. But also, I feel now that they are on the main mission, all these moments of role-playing character development feel like roundabouts (!?). I don't know if it is a good choice to have the big final boss looming in the distance so early on the campaign with no return like this. Or is it better to establish the characters and story and as the story progressing, buidling up to the reveal of the villain?

#le mumble #critical role spoilers #legend lark podcast #spout lore podcast #dnd podcast

[feybeasts]

So where exactly in the Underworld are you situated in right now? The way you talk about the higher levels of the Underworld makes me rule out those spots out, but I'm curious to know more about the general layout of the whole plane

Hm, how do I put this in a way that isn’t heinously complex?

Consider… a stack of pancakes. The Underworld is a deep stack of pancakes… magma-laden pancakes that someone poured a thick syrup of… mortal… stuff over top of such that it soaked down a few layers and…

…Okay, I’m going to eject that analogy before it becomes a mess. Basically, the Underworld sits, in a metaphysical sense, under the cosmology of untold numbers of mortal worlds- it is where many natural forces originate, and where many things filter down, foremost of all, the souls of living things. No-one is quite sure where or how or why things work the way they do, but when lifeforce ends up here, it wells up from the deepest depths of our plane to emerge as flows of spirit magma, a thick, viscous stuff made of pure soulstuff. In its rawest form, it is a chaotic confluences of untold numbers of souls and emotions and raw energies, but as it filters up through the strata of the Underworld, it acts almost as a filter, purging impurities and corruption and whatnot, until what emerges at the highest layers can be sent on to new life, or be reborn here as a Shade.

This is important, because the higher you go, the more… civilized things are. At the lowest depths, there is nothing here but the raw gyre of swirling life, forces so incomprehensible and vast in their energies that nothing can exist without being torn apart, made part of the soulstuff that swirls down there. It’s not death, per se- but it’s certainly an end to life as you know it. As such, nobody lives lower than a certain point, as you simply cannot hold yourself together in a way that anyone would classify as… sapient.

Where I reside is what is known as the Deep Underworld- it is about as low, as primordial as the Underword gets while still resembling a place one could survive, but it is a place purely consisting of basalt and stone, vast caverns and pools of soul magma, flowing upwards, onwards. The denizens of the Deep are powerful, primordial things- kobolds, underdrakes, we pull from the power of life forces at their most raw, and for those of us not simply… feral… it grants quite impressive stature and power. The dwellers above call beings who choose to live here Demons, so marked are we by our environment- but nobody’s evil, not like you mortals tend to think of good and evil, it’s just how we live.

If one can ride the flows as I can, you can proceed higher, to the middle strata, the upper- as you go, things grow more civilized- at least by your standards- and the denizens are less… monstrous. At the highest levels of the Underworld, there is barely a trickle of magma to be seen, and one would be hard pressed to call it anything but a world like your own- albeit, the only denizens are reborn, formerly-dead folk and literal gods. The great houses there bicker and squabble over their place and precedence in the business of souls and life and rebirth and all that… nonsense, but that is a subject that gives me a headache to consider.

To the upper folk, we’re all simple brutes and monsters- to us, they’re a bunch of haughty pretenders at mortality who treat the Deeps as a scapegoat for all their problems. Couldn’t be further apart if we tried.

#asks #feylore #c:faye

[rainbowxocs]

TW: This Character has allot of dark details in her backstory and just general lore. Unfortunately due to her being from the 1400s we have to talk allot about how women were treated back then. Including SA, Child Abuse, Sexual Abuse, ETC. I will only use basic descriptions but if that bothers you then just learn about Are via asking questions to her.

CHARACTER INFO:

with notes from me!!! Are!!! :3

Name: Are Yoru (アレ 夜)(アレ・ヨル) that’s me!

Alt Names: Akira Otome (Childhood name) (あきら オトメ) haha akira sounds like “a killa”

Are Otome no Aji-Ganashi (アレオトメ脳アジ加那志)

Special Titles: Myobu (命婦), Kikoe-Ogimi (聞得大君), Our Lady Kitsune (わたしたちの狐さま), Chiko, Goddess of Okutama, Geiko, The Curse of Okutama.

Remember to bow down to your Kitsune overlord ;3

Old Titles: Juri (じゅり), Our Lady of Flowers (花の聖母), Maiko, Minarai, Shikomi.

Nicknames: Are-Chan. (アレちゃん)(アレチャン)

Chronological Age: 565. jeez you don’t have to put all my personal business out there.

Age: 18. I’m gonna be young 4eva!

Pronouns: She/They/Nya (In English.)

I Pronouns:

Wagahai (吾輩)(A neutral I that’s incredibly old fashioned, Usually seen as pompous or that the person using it thinks highly of themselves.)

Warawa (わらわ)(A feminine pronoun that’s archaic, Usually used by noblewomen or women of a high class, comes off as pompous.)

Wachiki (わちき) (A feminine archaic pronoun, Usually used by prostitutes in the past.)

Sexuality: Ryōseiai (両性愛, Bisexual), Grayromantic.

Gender: Transfem, Gendervoid, Weirdfoxic, Yanderecoric.

Species: Kitsune (狐) (Yurei) (Witch) I’m just a cute wittle foxy, you can put your fingers inside my cage I promise I won’t bite them.

Disorders: CPTSD, HPD, BPD, Suicide Ideation, Insomnia, Autism.

Physical Conditions: Chronic Pain.

Active Addictions: Murder, Self Harm, Nicotine (Vaping.)

Religion: Utaki Shinko, Shintoism. shoutout to my mommsss.

Job: Chashitsu Waitress. it’s like- totally boring.. but.. the owner is this old grandma.. and she’s nice to me so whateva.

Major: Music. college is weird. but i get straight a’s somehow.

Lives in: Okutama, Japan, 2024. hehe okutama isn’t where I’m from but it’s GREAT here!

Languages: Japanese, Uchināguchi, English, Yokai + All Languages.

Height: 5’4”

Race: Indigenous Asian.

Ethnicity: Ryukyuan. I miss my hometown sometimes.

Accent: Okinawan.

Animal Form: Pink Fox with 5 Tails.

Spirit Form: Glitchy, Monstrous Fox that’s constantly on fire and coughing up poison.

Spirit Level: Acceptance. yeaaaaa bitch. I accepted I was dead pretty quickly lol. There’s no use dwelling on it.

Powers: Time Travel, Resetting Time, Shapeshifting, Possession, Summoning, Divination, Creating Fire and Lightning, Dream Traveling, Flight, Invisibility, Teleporting, Illusions, Superhuman Strength, Mind Control, General Witchcraft/Magic, Creating and Seeing Omens, Siren Song, Strings.

Im like tottttesss overpowered.

Weapons: Knives, Circular Saw, Chainsaw.

Wand: Magatama, Gohei.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil.

Text Color: Pink.

Main Animal: Fox. yip yip!

Main Hobbies: Violin, Sanshin, Yotsutake, Cello. :)

please gods feed me food.

Favorite Drink: Bukubuku Tea, Strawberry Tea, Hot Chocolate.

Favorite Fruit: Oranges.

Favorite Candies: Strawberry Pocky, Konpieto.

Favorite Meals: Udon w Abura-age, Chicken Katsu, and Curry. Inarizushi, Hotdogs, Sashimi.

Favorite Desserts: Tanghulu, Strawberry Icecream Mochi.

Favorite Flower: Cherry Blossoms.

Scent: Hello Kitty Perfume. IT EVEN HAS THIS LIKE HELLO KITTY SHAPED BOTTLE AND IT SMELLS LIKE PINK.

Awareness: VERY Aware. (Effect: Negative.)

Birthday: April 14th 1459 (Aries, Rabbit, AB. ) hehe unlucky numbers babyyy.

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Is banned in most countries for terrorism, Was the leader of her light music club in Highschool. :D

Comfort Objects: Sakura (Fox Plush), Reborn Baby Dolls.

Special Interests: Music, Crime.

Extras: Has 5 tails, usually only shows one though cause it’s hard to sit down with them.

Stims: Tail Wagging, Hand Flapping, lots of physical stimming.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashionboard: LINK

Family:

Inari, Amamikyu (Patron Deities/Mother Figures)

my moms are so annoying. But they’re nice or whatever.

Bushii Aya Otome, Ueekata Fuji Otome (Birth Parents.)

……

Yuki Sho, Mizuki Sho (Children)

……

Friends:

Odoroku, Yukai (BFFs). ODO IS LIKE MY BFF, and YUKAI IS GREAT TOO! I love crashing their datessss.

Kagayaki, Theo, Joan. They’re alright too!

Romance: None. yettttt ;) callll meee.

Enemies: Kami such a dickwad.

Pets: Neko (猫) (Raccoon) BEST CAT I LOVE HIM.

Brief Personality: Are is what you would call, Chaotic, Sadistic. She seems to take pleasure in messing with people. Changing the story, Breaking the 4th wall. They are highly intelligent, however she often hides that behind a vapid/pompous persona. In reality, all Are wants is attention and for someone to play her games with her.. However they would never admit that.

Brief Backstory: Are was born a very long time ago in modern day Okinawa. Her childhood name was Akira. Her family were originally rice farmers and the first few years of her life were relatively uneventful. Until her parents realized how much money there is in the con business. It started out small, saying that the teas they make could cure illness, then they could make creams and tonics that could cure blindness and heal broken bones.

Her parents slowly did any and every type of con in the book and slowly they included Akira in the Scams. Who couldn’t resist that cute little face? And Unfortunately her parents made Akira do, allot of things for money. Akira had to deal with sexual abuse from a very young age, which warped her sense of reality.

Her parents eventually scammed and broke mostly ever law to get their way up to the top. They pretended to be Warriors, they.. of course did not have any qualifications for that sort of job, but that didn’t stop them from reaching the royal palace with that scam. They were granted a living quarters within the grounds of the palace. And they offered their child as a Juri, helping the older prositutes and eventually as she got older becoming one.

When she became more mature she was given the name Are.

Are learned from an incredibly young age how to game the system. She knew exactly what to say to charm people and knew exactly what to do to get people to leave her alone. And eventually her intelligence paid off, She was proficient in all different types of dancing like fan dancing and Yotsutake. Performing for people within the palace and dazzling them.

Eventually Are made her way to dazzling the King and Queen with her talent in music and dancing, which made her family go up in the world. Her family wanted to use their connections to royalty as a means for power. But Are just liked the safety she got from it.

The King took an interest in Are, eventually making her a Aji-Ganashi. Which she begrudgingly accepted. However, this caused her to have some evil eyes cast upon her. She noticed the other concubines would bully and harass her. Putting rats in her room, Cutting her hair off. Are’s family made her put up with the abuse as they didn’t want to lose their connection with the royal family.

One day however it went too far, as one of the other concubines poisoned her. Are slowly died a slow and painful death as the poison took over her body, She remembers her mother and father laying over her before she closed her eyes, and was transported to a forest, She sat up confused, wondering where she was until she looked over and saw a woman by a glowing river. The woman beckoned her to come towards her.

Are hesitantly got up, dusting off her outfit and going to sit down next to the woman.

“Little one, What are you doing here?” The woman asked.

“I.. think I died...” Are said, fidgeting with her ryusou. “It’s kind of blurry..”

Are looked up at the woman. “I.. wasn’t expecting to go that quickly.. My parents are going to be so disappointed..”

The woman stared down at her, with a look that Are couldn’t quite make out.

“Heh, sorry.. I guess I shouldn’t complain.. That’s life right..?” Are shifted nervously.

The woman took Are’s hands. “What if I gave you a second chance?”

“A second chance? What do you mean..?” Are said. “It’s not like any of us have that kind of power..”

The woman laughed. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

Are gave her a puzzled look. “Um. No.. not particularly..”

“I am, Amamikyu.”

Are’s eyes got wide, she immediately bowed to the goddess“OHMYGODLITERALLYIAMSOSORRYIWASBEINGSORUDEOHMYGOD”

“Wooooahhh easy now, no need for all of that, my child.” Amamikyu said, patting Are on the head.

“Listen, do you see this river?” The goddess said, pointing at the river beside them. “This, little one. Is the river of the gods. It is the essence of life. If you drink from it, I believe it should give you a second chance.”

“I- I don’t know if I deserve that..” Are said.

“Drink, That’s a command from your goddess.” Amamikyu pointed at the river, ushering the child to drink up.

Are did as she was told and drank the contents, waking up in her death bed. and of course, waking up from the dead is, yknow, kind of a big deal. So as you could imagine the entire room, then the entire palace, freaked out. Until finally the King and Queen were called to witness the miracle.

“You have been blessed by the spirits, so is the gift of the Onarigami.” The King Said. “You have cheated death itself.”

The King placed a magmatama around Are’s neck as a sign of her spiritual ascension, and that was enough for the concubines to know not to mess with a woman who literally cheated death. She played the role of a Kikoe-Ogmi despite her status, doing ceremonies and blessing people with a long and lasting life.

She actually enjoyed it. Despite her parents disappointment in no marriage or babies with any high ranking officials. Are genuinely was just happy dancing, singing, and doing rituals. The arts of religion and culture were her greatest passion.

However the pressures grew too strong, when not only her family but the entire palace pushed her to have children, to carry on her spiritual success to an heir. And so she reluctantly obliged.

Are fell pregnant with the Kings children, and she was honestly, very nervous. As the months ticked by she felt like anything could go wrong at any moment.. Afraid that someone else would betray her and try and kill her or worse her children again.. She got obsessed with finding ways of protecting herself, lucky charms, spells, trinkets. Until finally her babies were born.

Princess Yuki, and Prince Mizuki. Her babies. Looking at their small little faces she knew she would do anything to protect them. They both grew up with lucky trinkets and protective sigils sewn into their clothes. Are taught both of them how to read and write and how to play music and dance. She tried to give them a normal life despite their royal status.

Her parents, were.. idiots.. to say the least.. They thought since now that they have royal blood in their bloodline they could act high and mighty about it, being disrespectful to everyone in the castle. Are’s reputation was slightly protected due to her status, but the rumors about her family spread throughout the castle like wildfire. Her parents were gravely messing up their con with their own stupidity.

She knew she had to shut them up somehow, She couldn’t let her parents ruin what she had worked so hard to achieve, the life she built for herself, the life she built for her children. So she betrayed her parents, she told the court the truth about their con, and how they were not who they said they were.

She knew that she could play the court like a fiddle if she said the right thing, cried at the right time, played the right part, just like in her dances. And the court spared her and threw her parents out of the castle. Due to her spiritual powers they believed that she was sent here by the gods, despite her parents actions.

Are felt relief, for a little while. She had dodged a bullet. And now her kids are safe..

..Are they safe..?

Are looked at her children, and couldn’t help but feel like there was, a darkness around them. A darkness around her entire family. She didn’t understand why though, She was blessed by her goddess, She was the high priestess of the kingdom. Why did she feel like this?

It was probably all the bad omens, The dead birds that appeared when she was around the King and Queen, water turning into blood, It seemed no matter what Are did, no matter what magic she did or what good luck she tried to acquire nothing worked..

The rest of the palace started to notice the omens, She tried to convince them that she was trying to get rid of them, that it was just temporary. But she saw the doubt in their eyes. The whispers around the palace started to grow bigger and bigger.

“She’s cursed.” One would say. “She’s infected the palace with her madness.” Another would chime.

The Palace was convinced that her magic was nothing more than a fraud. That she is a hysterical mad woman who only was out to ruin the royal family. Are couldn’t believe this.. after everything she had done for them, after all the protection she gave them, after everything she sacrificed.

“It’s probably better if she just gets thrown in the cold palace.” One of the concubines said. “Then nobody would have to deal with her and her cursed children.”

Are, snapped when she heard that. How dare she? How could she say that about her children? About the life she had worked SO hard to create.

She didn’t even realize what she had done until she saw the blood on her hands, and the concubine on the floor unconscious. The guards grabbed her and Are kicked and screamed.

They threw her into the palace prison, Are banged and screamed on the walls of her cage but it was no use. She had messed up. Oh god she had messed up.

Are slid down the wall of her jail cell, she was completely disheveled. Her hair and accessories all askew, her outfit covered in blood. What had she done?

Was it weeks.. days.. months..? How long had she been here? What time is it? There’s no light down here. Are could hardly think straight, everything was fuzzy. She couldn’t focus on anything in the room. Were people in the room? Who knows. She was so dissociated she didn’t know.

“Are no Aji-Ganashi.” A Voice spoke.

Are looked up wearily, she was on the floor of her cell. She saw a priestess with a very stern expression looking down upon her.

Are could barely speak, she just laughed softly. Trying to get up with her weak stature, her legs wobbled as she stood.

The priestess started to speak in hymns and mantras, trying to purify Are of evil. Are knew the spells very well. They wouldn’t work of course. Whoever she was, she didn’t have the gift that Are did.

Are got on her knees in front of the Priestess, grabbing the hem of her skirt and crying into it. Are felt like she wasn’t even in control of her body anymore. She just cried and cried and begged for forgiveness. She screamed she wasn’t evil, please god just let her go.

The Priestess looked at her with disgust, kicking her away from her. She looked to the guards and whispered something and then walked out. Are was alone again. All she could do is cry.

She didn’t know how much time had passed until two guards grabbed her and started to drag her out of her cell. Her vision was blurry and all she could do is let them. She heard a crowd and she heard the sound of chains.

She was tied up to a pole, she looked down at the crowd and saw the King and Queen addressing the audience.

“This woman is cursed. She is an abomination. She charmed us with her wicked ways but she was actually sent by the dark forces. The darkness radiates off of her.” The king said.

The crowd cheered.

“We will not have this curse effect our kingdom, the royal bloodline. So just like her children she will be executed, for the good of the kingdom, for prosperity.”

Are’s ears were ringing. He couldn’t be serious. Did she hear that right? Her children were dead? She was going to die? She was cursed?

No. No. That can’t be right. No.

“Burn the darkness away!” The king ordered the guards.

She felt the heat of the fire, as she desperately tried to escape. She had to escape, she had to save her children, she had to save herself she had to-

She felt a power wash over her, something she had never felt before. And when she screamed out, she saw as all the people around her dropped dead. She laughed manically as the King, Queen, Guards, everyone. Everyone was dead.

The fire slowly consumed her. All she could see was smoke as she lost consciousness..

She woke up, to someone stroking her hair.

She looked and saw, Amamikyu, and a fox. She couldn’t move. Tears streaming down her cheeks.

“You have a knack for getting into trouble little one.” Amamikyu said.

Are couldn’t speak.

The fox slowly pressed a paw on Are’s forehead. She and the creature made eye contact. Are slowly pet their head. The fox was incredibly pleased, wagging their tail.

“My friend wants to give you a gift, my child.” Amamikyu said, scratching Are behind the ears.

“why..” Are could barely speak.

“They like you. Don’t you Inari-San?”

Inari nodded in reply, giving Amamikyu a little yip.

“But for now, you need to rest.” Amamikyu said. “Sleep my child.. You will get your gift when you wake up.”

Are closed her eyes, curling up in her mothers lap. Inari curling up next to her as well.

She fell asleep..

Until 500 years later. A child summons a Kitsune.

And the “curse” begins again.

#oc reference #oc #original character #rp #rp reference #role play #roleplay #my art #art #Spotify

[ignisregina]

The Fomori

The Fomorians or Fomori are a race of hostile, monstrous supernatural beings, an enemy to the people of Ireland and the Tuatha Dé Danann, the tribe of gods. They dwell under the domain of mankind, in the sea and nether regions of the earth.

Most of the Fomori have been destroyed during the Battle of Mag Tu, with the greatest of their forces too powerful to completely obliterate were sealed. The World, however, keeps its balance with little regard for good or evil, allowing the lesser of this race to be reborn and work together (as much as their nature would allow them) to free their leaders, foremost of which is Balor the Flashing One, and finally take over the Overworld that once was theirs before the gods came.

APPEARANCE

There is no one word to unify the appearance of Fomori - for they come in all shapes and forms. Some bear the head of an animal atop a human body, or a strange amalgamation of a man's limbs, or a ball of flesh and eyes, while some are said to be beautiful, lithe, and graceful.

ABILITIES

Just as their appearances, the Fomori's abilities are diverse and varied, and not all of them dark. It was said that before the age of gods and mankind, the Fomori dwelled on land, and are very much linked to the powers of fertility. When they were evicted by the gods, their powers turned into darkness, leaning to destruction in place of creation so much that their coming to the lands of men are not only heralded by calamities but are calamities themselves. They possess enhanced strength, endurance, durability, and heightened healing factor, on par with the Tuatha Dé Danann. An example of a unique ability include creation of illusory domains that slowly drain their prey of life energy.

These powers have decreased in their years of imprisonment, weakened by the spirit seal of the Eternal Flame. Upon reemerging from the gaps of this bond, they are mere shadows of their former strength, most of them nothing but a shade until they have fed on chaotic energy and dark memories.

BEHAVIOR

Fomori linger in places of chaos, abandonment, wreckage, or nature. Humans, under normal circumstances, could not see Fomori, only feel their presence. Even when possessed by one, they might not realize that is the case unless they become more than a prey to the creature but a vessel. Fomori could also take root and embed themselves in places, imbuing it with its own darkness.

Smaller, weaker Fomori tend to band together. They often act on instincts just as animals would, feral and guided by hunger and need most of the time. Being mostly raw darkness, they can phase through surfaces.

Fomori who are able to gain greater parts of their former strength start to gain a physical form and put other weaker Fomori under their control, utilizing them as their own armies but may also opt to consume these lesser spirits to empower themselves.

Aside from being drawn to chaos and nature, they are also attracted to the divine, desiring to consume such inhuman energy to make themselves stronger.

WEAKNESSES

While human weapons may cause a slight impact on Fomori with physical forms, these implements could not kill them. Only divine weapons, talisman, and counter-curses could do such things.

Marianne is the wielder of the divine flame from the goddess Brigid, and a spirit bow. Apart from being able to control regular flame, the blue flame she could summon is the bane of Fomori.

Note: If your muse is a wielder of any divine implement or power, they can probably harm or even kill Fomori.

#wheee i finally wrote this bit of lore #(.long ago and far away: lore) #did i spend the time from my last post til now to write this much #yes i did and im slow but here we are

[spookyscaryskeleton-creepypasta]

Romneya- a little more info on Lullah [her powers]

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-Lullah is a host for Chaos just like Arthur, she is the Queen of Chaos.

-Some of her powers include

Unholy Manipulation: Unholy Manipulation is the power to control and generate energies, elements, objects and entities that have been deemed hellish, demonic or unholy, forces that are connected with demons, evil spirits and anti-gods. The opposed power to Holy Manipulation.

Photokinesis: As the embodiment of light, Lullah has absolute control over light.  That includes having absolute control over sunlight. Photokinesis the mental and/or physical ability to control light. To a greater extent, one could become invisible, concentrate light particles into lasers, and manipulate any part of the light spectrum (ultraviolet, infrared, etc.).

Holy manipulation: Holy Manipulation is, in short, the ability to manipulate divine or sacred energy and/or objects pertaining to such forces. It is a very broad term that has a variety of applications and frequently intersects with Light Manipulation, Healing, Magic, and other abilities generally considered to fall under the "good" or "lawful". Due to its nature, it is often extremely effective against those deemed "evil" or "monstrous", serving as a weakness to many characters under those categories. Due its connotations, it can most frequently be found on characters based on the Christian faith or some other application, such as Angels, Monotheistic Gods, Saints, Crusaders, Priests. Some other fantastical portrayals include the "White Mage" archetype and Divine Beasts or Holy Spirits.

Divinity: Lullah has control of anything that is divine. She is able to manipulate divine objects and relics that are connected to the gods or divine power. With this, Lullah is completely considered worthy of spiritual respect, allowing them to achieve feats that are impossible to be reached by mere mortals. You could say she is more powerful and Divine than the Gods (The Demon King and Supreme Deity).

Infernakinesis: Lullah possesses and is able to utilize strong demonic power. This ability not only grants Lullah great strength and control over numerous variations of demonic abilities but also allows them to overwhelm weaker demons as well as rival that of powerful demonic entities.

Life and Death manipulation: Lullah can sense, create, shape and manipulate the essences of life and death, giving and taking both. She can manipulate the beginning and end of the life cycles of any/all living organisms, allowing them to adapt and manipulate the forces of vitality and necrotic influences. Lullah is capable of rendering local to planetary landscapes lush with life (from microorganisms to complex life — plant/animal) or barren at their leisure.

Immunity to Commandments: Lullah can resist the Ten Commandments making their attacks useless against him. We got an example of this instance when Zeldris’ Piety did not affect Lullah, and it left Zeldris baffled. This also enabled her to launch a sneak attack on demons and crush them since they were unable to track her presence.

Chaos: Chaos had the power to create new worlds out of nothing, and after being reborn as the Mother of Chaos in Seven Deadly Sins, it chose Lullah as its most suitable host and be the rightful heir to the power of Queen of Chaos. Mother of Chaos is a power that is even feared by the Supreme Deity and the Demon King. It allowed Lullah to use many abilities and the strongest of them being Creation. Lullah can create superior beings and large worlds from absolutely nothing.

Chronokinesis and Spatiokinesis: The true powers of Chaos knew no bounds as Lullah could bend reality however she wanted. She can also distort time and space and create huge dimensions making her completely invincible.

Chaos manipulation: Lullah can create, shape and manipulate the chaotic forces in the universe, allowing her to manipulate probability or manipulate and even shatter reality. Lullah is able to change, mutate, destroy or otherwise manipulate any matter, space/time, living beings, organizations or minds and spirits as well as containing it, so it doesn't spread and spreads only in a desired way.

Reality manipulation: The power of bending or changing reality, we use the power of the human mind to create, control, and transform the world around us. Depending on the setting this power functions differently, but in general it works on the principle that the wielder rearranges the very structure of reality to suit their desire. Users can easily change reality to achieve a variety of different results such as turning the sky to ice cream or turn the universe to a pancake. At it's most powerful users can literally do anything no matter how impossible it seems. Due to the endless possibilities and limitless potential it gives the user it is one of the most powerful superpowers. Reality Warping is a general term for characters to manipulate reality; they can utilize anything from matter and energy due to their interconnectivity with the layers of reality, potent cosmos, psychic powers, space-time continuum, overwhelming emotions, dreams, imagination, and fundamental forces. The most common (as well as the most powerful and pure) variant of reality warping is Mentifery, the power to manipulate reality through the power of the mind. These two superpowers are often indistinguishable, both wielding the same properties and control, except Mentifery possesses raw power and enormous potential due to being fueled by the mind, considered the most powerful concept or source in the universe to its complexity and mysterious nature. Users can materialize their imagination, thoughts, dreams, or mind into the material world and shape them to shift reality according to their willpower. The main limitations of reality warping are an advanced variation of the superpower or understanding the sophistication of reality itself; everything requires understanding to be used effectively. At basic or advanced levels, the user can manifest their imagination (beings or objects) into reality, generating corporeal forms of their role models, superpowers, families, pets, to fantasy, bend reality to cause only beneficial events to happen only to the user, denying the laws of physics, or re-editing their current condition to achieve godhood. At master or ultimate scale, the user overrides anything tangible on a large scale, shaping massive quantities of planets, stars, or galaxies into any form the user desires, manipulating the laws of physics that they can only benefit from or make beings suffer from their renewed laws, or warping the universe akin to photo editing. Due to reality warping's potential, the user can manipulate the universe, multiverse, omniverse, possible totality, and even anything that doesn't possess a tangible form or is nonexistent.

Illusion- Lullah can generate various types of illusions, from sensory and mental to external and environmental. At its peak, this ability can be used to not only create images, but also simulate a wide variety of environments, events, experiences and conditions, accurately replicate different phenomenon and other effects, and potentially become tangible enough to have a variable degree of influence on reality. Lullah can manipulate illusions/hallucinations, causing targets to see, hear, touch, smell or taste things differently from what they truly are. At its base, she can distort the shape and size of an object or area. More complex applications include causing targets to misinterpret the distance or number of an object, causing objects or entire landscapes to appear or disappear, distorting the sensory experiences of targets etc. With its near-limitless potential, the user can achieve a plethora of effects, like being extremely stealthy, discombobulating and confusing targets, hiding and masking objects or places, causing targets to unknowingly hurt each other, and so on. Though most illusions only affect sight, Lullah can manipulate illusions that affect any and every other sense, thus making it no different from reality to the target.

Mind manipulation- Lullah can manipulate the mind, the mechanism of proceeding information and set of immaterial facilities that are linked to it. She can create, control, customize, negate and otherwise fashion parts and functions of mind as perception, desires, thoughts, beliefs, memories, emotions, attention, personality, behavior and intelligence in variety of ways. Beneficially, this ability can be used to unlock one's inner potential, bestow talents and skills, improve mental capacity. Destructively, this power may shatter minds, grant diversity of mental disorders and take over others. Either way, Lullah possess outstanding power that make her force to be reckoned with.

Creature summoning- Lullah can summon monstrous beings from other places or worlds for a variety of reasons such as helping in combat or in granting power to increase the capabilities of her. This means she can also summon beasts from other places or worlds for a variety of reasons such as helping in combat or in granting power to increase the capabilities of Lullah.

Umbrakinesis: As the Protogenos of Night, Lullah has divine authority and absolute control over shadows and darkness.

Night Empowerment: Lullah becomes stronger at night or in dark places.

Darkness Generation: She can shoot solid bolts of darkness, surround enemies in pitch-black clouds of dark space, and solidify shadows into virtually impenetrable shields.

Shadow Travel: Lullah is able to travel anywhere she desired at incredible speeds through shadows.

Night Vision: Lullah is able to see clearly in even total darkness.

Umbrakinetic Vitakinesis: Lullah is able to heal minor injuries sustained by herself and others using darkness.

Shadow Camouflage: Lullah can use shadows to cover herself in darkness to become invisible.

Cacodemon Creation: Lullah is able to take the darkness from others and turn it into cacodemons, effectively making her the mother of the demons and the being that she creates them out of the other parent.

Control of Nocturnal Animals: Lullah is able to control nocturnal animals, such as owls and bats.

Circadian Manipulation: Lullah is capable of controlling the movement and rotation of planets, which enables her to change the flow of night and day.

-This is all the power Lullah harbors. When she awakened her powers, she needed to be taken away from Britannia because she had the ability of destroying it with just the snap of her fingers. For both her and Britannia's safety, she was sent to another realm where she could learn to control her power accompanied by Chaos' most trusted creation, Silo. However, it was unknown if she would ever be able to return to Britannia. It's also not a coincidence that most of her abilities are related to darkness/night.

#drama #romance #fanfic #mcyt #dsmp #wilbursoot #crossover #ocxcharacter #7deadlysins

[justatinybunwriting]

Haunted 9

Chapter 9: Skull

Synopsis: Now that the Witch has been "reborn", she begins her new reign of terror. But not before a mysterious threat emerges. He looks kind of familiar...

(Author's note: new art under the cut!)

CW for scary imagery, darker themes and intense peril

<<Previous chapter

Darkness

Absolute nothingness was this young man's fate as he felt like he was slowly dissolving in a pool of black gold. As if that wasn't bad enough, this was in conjunction with swarms of piranha like teeth that was tearing through clothes and skin from head to foot.

Aiden was genuinely wishing that something could put an end to the excruciating pain, as well as to the madness that he was slowly sinking into, but the evil spirits had made good on their promise to make it slow and painful. Try as he might, the Beta Wile was unable to ignite his fire power, for the body of the collective spirit had completely enveloped him just enough to not crush him. Panic had long since overwhelmed him, and as the peak of it exploded he laid frozen in place.

'What are you doing, lad?!'

A voice- one that wasn't familiar- echoed in his head, which had all but snapped him out of his trance.

'You have to keep fighting!'

"I... I can't!" Aiden whimpered.

'Yes you can!' The voice shouted. 'You've done it before! If not for yourself, then do it for--'

Just then the Wile heard a nauseating scream. He followed the sound to the best of his ability against the intense pressure of his entire surroundings, when he saw that at least two of the foul spirits had ganged up on something that gave off a faint, minuscule light. Aiden didn't understand why, but he had the sudden urge to squirm with all his might. Pushing and thrashing his way towards the scene, the Phoebe Wile's internal ferocity was starting to build up, and with it the drive to slash his nails just loose enough for him to reach out and grab the foul spirit that had just consumed the speck.

With a quick squeeze, ignited with the heat of his natural fire, the wisp-like blob let out a chilling shriek as the Wile ripped out it's very core, revealing the weak essence of what appeared to be a glowing firefly from within. In their combined fury, the surrounding community of the single minded demons pressed down onto the Wile even harder, this time compressing his body to the point that it became difficult to breathe, let alone stay on the surface of the increasing black pool.

But with a bit of good timing, Aiden was able to slip his arm pass the pressure point. Despite the numbingly intense pins and needles that snagged onto his loose appendage, he managed to grab the hapless firefly and absorb its essence into his body. And with it securely tucked away, and his main source of energy still exposed in the open, the Beta had just enough power needed to start wreaking havoc with his inferno. With his ferality no longer in check, the Wile set out a tremendous roar as he began to set himself ablaze. Aiden's renewed adrenaline gave him the perfect opportunity to push against the mass of blobs for just one second, which was all the time he needed to let loose all the chaotic energy that would make the king of Hades proud.

.......

The cold chill in the air intensified as the entire yard was lit with a soft, yet unnerving white glow. Jac had kicked off her shoes and was now walking towards her two shocked friends. With each step she took, the grass would grow wildly around her bare feet- every blade of which had taken on a dusty white color that gave them the appearance of marble. Her hair had turned a similar shade, and the light from her eyes had made her pupils an unsettling bleach.

"Jac... what's happened to you...?" Richard spoke barely a peep.

"Don't touch her!!" Jillian screamed.

"Please," The witch and Jac's voice said simultaneously. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am called The Witch of the Dawn and I was once the goddess of the land you are standing on. Jac made a contract with me, and has become my host. She is sleeping now, but she will awaken and reunite with you soon enough."

Richard had drowned out every word as he held Jac close and rubbed his cheek against her; tears ran down along his face, which had softened the glow of her hair somewhat as it made contact. He didn't care that touching her left his hands numb and caused his skin to crack, he just wanted his best friend back, dammit!

"Jac... I know this happened before, so I know you can snap out of it! Please! I beg of you! Wake up~!!"

Richard kept up his tight embrace all while Jac remained largely emotionless. A hint of reflection was spotted in her eyes, but it disappeared just as quickly as it came. She saw the damage done and the visible shaking of the giant's hands, which triggered a reaction that was likely from the possessed herself that caused her to jerk away and jump off onto the grass below.

"The elf is right. It's best that you don't touch me while I am active." The witch said.

With a renewed burst of rage, Jillian stomped on the ground. "What are you plotting, Witch? What is the purpose of all of this?!"

"I came to reclaim what is mine." The witch proclaimed. "Where my long time enemy sought to reap what was left of this land, I chose to make it beautiful once more. I will do away with the industrialized cities that have encroached in my domain for far too long, and bring the forest back to its former glory as it was always meant to be!"

"Your idea of paradise is a wild unchecked forest with weird looking white plants that don't even look edible and are already half dead. Got it." Jillian quipped. "Leave me out of it."

"Talk down to me again elf, and I won't be so merciful next time!" Jac shouted with the hair on her back raising ferociously.

Jillian remained firm but chose not to take it further, for any rash response could result in injury to Jac. Richard felt just as helpless, if not more so. He stared blankly as who he formally knew as his best friend, as she approached what was left of the cursed tree and began to spread her arms wide.

"The time has come for me to reestablish my rightful place in this world! This will be the start of a new era! People will flock to my forest and worship me again...."

Hints of tears began to fall from Jac's eyes, but it was unclear whether she or the witch had shed them. "Then my full power will be replenished and I will finally have the strength to... bring him back to me..."

The jewel in front of her chest began to float upward and took on a sinister red glow. The whirlwind then kicked up and surrounded her like a barrier which would have blown Jillian back if it wasn't for the giant hand that had caught her. The wild plants then exploded in size where Jac stood, rapidly enveloping everything in her surroundings like a infestation of white, magical weeds.

"It's not safe here! We have to go!" Jillian shouted.

"But... what about Jac?"

The words that came out of Richard's mouth stung and the start of tears formed on Jillian's eyes as well. "I know Richard. But we don't have a choice!"

No matter what however, Richard wouldn't budge. It took a sudden lightning flash to break the Wile giant's fixation of his back turned Link partner. The electrical current was situated at that very point in the sky before them- Jillian understood right away that this was far from any natural phenomenon, and her fears were confirmed when a ripple through space began to form just above the cursed snag.

"Come hither spirits and lend me your power!!!" The Witch shouted with a fiery passion.

All of a sudden, just as the peak of the gusts were whipping, and the opening of the void had made a visible dent in the night sky, she heard a crack.

And then another.

And then...

With a loud smash, the glass jewel shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. Immediately after, the storm had quieted and the disturbance had caused the magic to come to a complete halt. This left the Witch absolutely livid.

"NO!!! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!! HOW IS THIS--"

On that exact moment in time, something caused her to lose her voice, as she and the others behind her gave out a series of audible gasps. In the ripple that appeared, a set of skeletal fingers which had the appearance as the surface of the sun, began to pull apart the hole so that it would become wide enough for it to go through. And out from it came the biggest and most horrifying thing that anyone had ever laid eyes on.

A giant engulfed by flames all over its body, with a torch that bloomed from the top of its skull-like head. Blotches of mass could be seen on parts of its body, which had all wailed at once in sheer horror in tandem to the creature's earth shaking roar. It sat its foot down, instantly igniting the path it treaded in flames, swallowing up the last of the cursed tree as it made its way towards the haunted house.

Jillian screamed as Richard finally broke from his petrified state to scoop her up and onto higher ground. But try as she might, Jac couldn't move. No matter how much the holy apparition screeched in her head, the jewel was no more and the ability to have full control over her was destroyed along with it. Jac's natural fear of fire kept her firmly rooted in place as the titanic monster was now just a few feet away. The beast locked eye sockets with the young woman and was about to reach out to grab her with a finishing hand.

Against her better judgment, Jillian struggled to break free from Richard's grip and charged head on towards the fiery demon. Her personal safety was put on the sideline in a brief moment of adrenaline and sheer willpower. Just as the infernal titan's finger was mere inches from the terror stricken witch's face, Jillian dived as close as she could just behind the wall of flames and began to scream at the top of her lungs.

"DON'T HURT HER!!!"

Much to everyone's surprise, the giant suddenly paused.

"WHATEVER YOU DO! PLEASE!!! DON'T HURT JAC!!"

After a moment of tense staring, the surrounding flames caused the girl to overheat and collapse. The hand immediately grabbed hold, but not before its fire was let out, revealing a sun-like glow to an otherwise normal giant hand. Against the ground, the being laid his hand gently over the fainted Jac. And with a light tap of a finger against her chest, a part of her spirit fell out from behind, along with that of the Witch of the Dawn.

The Witch desperately tried to get away but it was no use, for the giant instantly snapped her up. With the foul spirit now in its clutches, the glowing giant then proceeded to crush inward while reigniting its hand. With a horrendous final cry, the witch was disintegrated into hundreds of glowing butterflies, each one burning with an intense flame which had made all but one disappear as it's embers went out.

When that was over with, the enormous skeletal beast pulled back and looked on to Jac as if it were showing signs of concern. In this very position it faded away, and along with it the flames it had left in its wake had all gone out at once. In the giant's place, a multitude of faint white orbs began to float into the sky, as if they were being pulled into the moonlit night. This gorgeous scene was overshadowed by the young woman who lied still on the forest floor, just in front of where the tree once stood.

Richard wasted no time to return by Jac's side, and with tears anew, he held her limp body to her face and pleaded.

"Please wake up Jac.... please! Wake up...."

Next chapter>>

#Sfw giant #oc: jac #oc: richard #oc: jillian #oc: aiden #haunted #jac in the beanstalk society #bun writes

[hopeswriting]

hey wouldn't reborn's fame actually be much more low key? like, realistically speaking. and not low key as in less famous, but more like way less openly spoken about and advertised (by reborn included).

because he's the world's greatest hitman, right? and the dead can't talk and i doubt he'd ever leave any witnesses behind, if only because it's just common sense not to lol.

and all his disguises he clearly loves to indulge himself with? i mean he'd have to pretend to be a different person for each of his hits so to approach his targets the easiest/get them where he needs to to kill them. and if not that, then it just wouldn't be smart to approach them as he really looks like in the very unlikely case the hit goes wrong.

also he can't just have people know what he really looks like, and makes it more difficult for him to approach his targets. not that he wouldn't love the challenge, even if unfortunately it wouldn't make for an actual challenge at all because they just can't hope to ever see him come soon enough it'll make any difference. i mean, he's reborn.

and that one panel that shows he has a wide array of weapons he can and knows how to use? it makes sense he'd have needed to pick up on the skills because different requirements of his hits would have required different means of doing them, but also he can't have people pick up patterns on how he likes to kill people either. not that there're any to begin with, reborn isn't one for consistency after all (he gets bored quickly).

so no one knows what he really looks like.

and no one can ever hope to guess how he'll kill his next target, even if they'd knew everything else about the hit. and it's even more unfortunate when they're the next target in question lol.

no one even knows what flames attributes he has, and a good chunk of them actually think he isn't active at all because reborn likes to do things traditionally, and also mastering weapons by his own efforts is just a hobby of his. but also because he's always disguised as a different person, so none of the few crumbs they have on what he might really look like is the same, and thus a good majority of them thinks he's a mist.

so like, less of a "has a whole mafia island decorated with balloons in the shape of his head" type of fame, and more of a "the monster under your bed" type of fame. except when you go to look under your bed, the monster is actually here, and he gives you a nice hole right in the middle of your forehead.

or the monster in your closet, except when you open it to look inside, you know it, he shoots you in the head. and then probably puts you inside the closet, so the next person to open it has the nice little surprise to find a body in it. and hey, it's their fucking problem now to dispose of it.

and suddenly "skeleton in your closet" comes to mean an entirely different thing in the mafia world. a much more literal one too, because now the skeleton in the closet is you, except you're less of a skeleton and more of a very cold, very much dead body.

like, idk, they'd ask each other if they have skeletons in their closet, meaning if they had the pleasure to open their closet one day and realize reborn did a little spring cleaning in their life. or hardened hitmen warning the newbies by asking if they want to find skeletons in their closet, because sure, we all want to take on the big/challenging hits to make a name for ourselves and prove our skills, but those hits? if you know what's good for you, you wait to see if reborn won't show an interest in them first.

or just as a general warning, really. mafiosi starting to make it big, and draw attention onto them, and make people talk about them, and someone else goes "you sure about that buddy? because that's a surefire way to find skeletons in your closet."

because, consider, bogeyman reborn. and in the literal sense of the term too, because let's be real, reborn just wouldn't accept any hits. what is he, their errand boy? he's doing them a favor by letting them pay him to do their dirty work, so the least they can do (and will do, or else) in exchange is making it interesting. though it isn't enough to just be a big name, even if of course, reborn would like to see anyone try to pay him to go after anyone that didn't even make it on the top dogs’ radars yet. either you know his worth, or you get shot on sight.

but anyway, for reborn to accept a hit? the target not only needs to be big, but also and mainly, have some Flare.

they have to create and be surrounded by a decent amount of Chaos, and bonus points if everything will turn even more chaotic once he puts a bullet through their head.

you know, some Tastes, an Aesthetic, be involved in Outrageous Drama, and be Scandalously Gossiped about like it's the victorian era and they showed too much skin. (i actually know nothing about the victorian era lol, sorry if this isn't accurate.)

so he does, in fact, keeps everyone in their best behavior in that way. because like, the last thing they need as they're making it big is making it outlandishly big, lest reborn accepts the hit on their heads should it ever be asked of him.

"oh shit, oh fuck, is that a green chameleon?? oh god it fucking is, and this guy says he’s a hitman too, fuck fuck fuck—"

but also, because reborn's proud, and more importantly would hate for some incompetent nobody to take credit for his work, i feel like he'd still sign his hits somehow. i'm thinking something to do with leon. just so reborn can watch people freak out whenever they see leon on his hat, and go

then

"no, wait, would he show him just like that? no way, haha, you're being stupid, the world's greatest hitman is always so careful not to let on who they're really are, no way—"

but also like

"what if though??? what fucking if?????? oh fuck fuck fuck, do i need to run—"

and reborn simply will never get tired of it.

idk guys, just. reborn being and having his own little horror story, both the warning and the punishment.

reborn having lore about him, being talked about in fearful whispers with no one ever daring to speak his name.

and idk where i was going to take this, if anywhere at all lol, but also consider, the chosen seven meeting.

so even then, they still don’t know who reborn is.

i know in fics they're often made to introduce themselves to each other, but also? i mean, they're strangers gathered together by a suspicious masked man they never heard about before, so let's say they don't just go ahead and drop their actual names and what they do best to each other.

lal and reborn use guns as their primary weapons, and even if the wgh is known to use a variety of weapons, it's also known they use guns the most often.

they know the wgh is among them because checker face clearly said this was the gathering of the strongest seven, but to narrow it down further than that? and the thing is, they have reason to doubt everyone else.

viper is the primary suspect because they're a mist, what's with the countless different appearances that are linked with the wgh.

likewise with skull, who actually comes second to viper as the one most suspected, because as a stuntman he'd have dabbed in acting, which means pretending to be different people and getting to learn how to use different weapons.

fon would also have been a primary suspect, but it becomes obvious really quick he's exclusively a hand-to-hand combat fighter.

verde and reborn again, because of the wgh's needlessly intricate mind games and schemes, but that sure as hell always work perfectly.

and luce, as a donna with the political reach and influence that comes with it, because the wgh sure doesn't seem to give a fuck in what political sand boxes he plays, and how dire the consequences will be once he leaves them bloody.

but then of course, they learn about each other by working together, and what everyone's respective field is. and, hear me out, from then one they think skull is the wgh.

because they're proud assholes, and being the greatest stuntman just doesn't cut it for them. and more importantly, skull sucks mafia wise because for all intent and purposes he's a civilian, but no way that isn't just an act. after all they're the strongest seven, and as far as they know he was chosen alongside with them.

and they think skull is the wgh, and he finds it so funny.

meanwhile reborn is fucking with them with a straight face while looking them straight in the eye the whole time. he says he's the best spy of his generation or something, tho of course he never comes with nowhere near as flawless covers as he could in front of them. all around he’s constantly downplaying his skills around them, and strictly uses guns around them and nothing else.

and whenever they start to catch on he just uses his flames in a very obviously healing manner, because not so subconscious bias sure is a force to be reckoned with, and what kind of sun would end up as the wgh?

meanwhile luce knows exactly what's happening from day one. and enjoys the chaos immensely. and sure as hell doesn't tattle. she gets to know something and not tell and have it be completely harmless for once, as a treat. <3

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr au #reborn #khr reborn #this got long wtf #i saw the words 'the hazards of fame for a professional criminal' on my dash #and my brain just went nuts i guess lol #anyway consider #chaotic evil spirit reborn #i think he'd love that for himself #mine

[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 6

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 6 - This Venerable One's Shizun

Xue Meng had lived on Life-Death Peak since he was a child. He was familiar with shortcuts and terrain so he had no problem catching up with Mo Ran

He escorted him all the way to the back of the mountain. The back mountain of Life-Death Peak was the closest place to the ghost realm in the whole world, separated by an enchantment, behind it is the netherworld.

Looking at the miserable situation in the back mountain, Mo Ran immediately understood why that person was clearly at home, but still needed Madam Wang to treat guests in the front hall.

It wasn't that the man didn’t want to help, but he couldn’t step away--

The barrier of the ghost world was broken.

At this moment, the entire back mountain was filled with a heavy spiritual resentment. The ghosts that hadn't taken on a body howled and hovered bitterly in the air. At the entrance of the mountain gate, there was a giant breach ripping through the sky. Behind the breach was the ghost realm, and a tall, bluestone staircase stretching thousand of steps escaped from the barrier cracks. Seeing out from the staircase, the fierce spirits that had regained a flesh body were climbing down this step disorderly and chaotically, rushing from the underworld to the human world.

Any ordinary person would be terrified at the scene unfolding. The first time Mo Ran saw it, he was shocked to the bone, but he was used to it now.

The barrier between the human and ghost realms was set by Emperor Fuxi in ancient times. Today, it was very weak. It would grow weak spots every now and again, which need to be repaired by immortal cultivators. However, this kind of thing not only does little to improve one's cultivation but is thankless with how much spiritual energy it consumes. It was a real drudgery, so few immortals in the upper cultivation world were willing to take this job.

When a fierce spirit was born, the people of the Lower Cultivation Realm were the first to come under attack. As the protectors of the Lower Cultivation Realm, Life-Death Peak was forced to undertake the task of repairing the barrier. The back mountains of the sect faced the weakest point in the barrier all to ensure they could be repaired swiftly.

There would be breaks in the barrier about four or five times a year. It was just like an old, chipped pot; useless.

Now, at the entrance of the ghost world, on the long bluestone stairs, a man stood there with snow-coloured clothes and wide sleeves flowing in the wind. He was surrounded by the aura of his sword, the golden light shimmering. Using his own power to clear out the evil spirits and ghosts, he repaired the small holes appearing in the barrier.

The man had a slender waist and an elegant appearance, with a holy aura and a handsome face. From a distance, it was easy to imagine he was a scholar reading an ancient scroll under a flowering tree. However, looking closely, he had sharp eyebrows, phoenix eyes slanted upwards, and the bridge of his nose was straight and narrow. While he seemed to be gentle and elegant, his eyes were mean and seemingly unkind.

Mo Ran glanced at him from a distance. Although he thought he had prepared himself, when he saw this man appear in front of him alive and healthy again, it made him tremble down to his smallest bones.

Half fear, half. . . excitement.

His Shizun.

Chu Wanning.

This was the person that Xue Meng had cried and begged to see when he arrived at Wushan Hall in the previous life.

It was this man that ruined Mo Ran's ambition, ruined his plans, and was finally imprisoned and tortured to death by Mo Ran because of it.

Logically speaking, if Mo Ran had the chance to avenge himself and defeat the enemy that had blocked his progress.

The sea is wide and free for fish to swim in, the sky is high and the birds could fly endlessly, no one could reign him back anymore. At least, that's what Mo Ran thought.

However, that doesn't seem to be the case.

After his Shizun died, something else seemed to have been buried along with his hatred.

Mo Ran was not a man of culture and didn't recognize any other feeling than being evenly matched with a worthy opponent.

He only knows that here on out, he had no archenemies.

When Shizun was alive, he had been afraid, paranoid, and anxious. When he saw the willow vine in Shizun's hand, the hair on the back of his neck stood on up. He became just like a beaten mutt, just the sound of a wooden club slap caused his teeth to ache and legs to give out. Even his calf muscles would spasm from fear.

Later, when Shizun died, the person Mo Ran had feared the most was finally gone. Mo Ran felt that he had grown and matured, being able to finally commit this act of murdering his teacher.

Afterwards, when looking at the mortal realm, no one dared force him to kneel down, and no longer slapped himself in the face.

To celebrate, he opened the pear blossom white wine, sat on the roof, and drank wine all night.

That night, under the influence of alcohol, the scars that Shizun had inflicted on his back when he was a teenager seemed to feel hot and painful again.

At this moment, when he saw Shizun reappear in front of him, Mo Ran started, filled with hate and anger, but there was also a slight twinge of ecstasy.

Such an opponent, lost and now regained, how can he not please?

Chu Wanning ignored the two apprentices who broke into the back mountains and continued concentrating on fighting the scattered undead.

His facial features were elegant, his eyebrows are evenly long. His phoenix eyes were cast downwards, his cool demeanour powerful. Amidst the demonic air and blood rain, his expression had not changed. His face remained calm, as though he might sit down and burn incense or play the guqin at the moment.

However, such a gentle and beautiful man, at that moment, was holding an icy exorcism long sword dripping with red blood droplets. With a flick of his wide sleeve, the sword's energy sliced through the bluestone steps in an explosion. Crushed stones and bricks rolled down, cracking an immeasurable chasm from the gate all the way to the bottom of the mountain, splitting the staircase and its thousands of steps!

So ferocious.

How many years had it been since he had seen his Shizun's power?

This familiar and powerful dominance made Mo Ran lose all his strength. Shakily, he fell onto his knees with a thump.

It didn't take long for Chu Wanning to kill all the ghosts, and neatly fill in the holes in the barrier to the ghost world. After doing all this, he fell from mid-air and went over to Mo Ran and Xue Meng.

He first glanced at Mo Ran kneeling on the ground, and then raised his eyes to look at Xue Meng, his phoenix eyes holding a powerful chill.

"Causing trouble again?"

Mo Ran sucked in a breath.

Shizun had the ability to always correctly assume any situation.

Xue Meng: "Shizun, Mo Ran went down the mountain, committing the two crimes of stealing and prostitution. Please punish him accordingly, Shizun."

Chu Wanning was silent for a while, expressionless. He coldly remarked: "I know."

Mo Ran: ". . ."

Xue Meng: ". . ."

Both of them were a little confused. Then? Is that it?

However, just when Mo Ran thought tat he had gotten off lucky, he looked up at Chu Wanning and caught a a glimpse of a sharp golden light suddenly cutting through the air. There was a lightening-like crackling sound that slashed across Mo Ran's cheek!!

Drops of blood splashed everywhere!

The speed of that golden light was so fast, Mo Ran didn't even have a moment to close his eyes, let alone dodge it. The skin on his face was flayed open with a fierce pain.

Chu Wanning stood with his hands clasped behind his back, standing coldly in the chilling breeze of teh night air. The air was still filled with the foul aura of fierce spirits and ghosts mixed with the smell of human blood. It made the forbidden area of the back mountains appear even more eerie and terrifying.

In Chu Wanning's hand was a willow vine that had whipped Mo Ran. The vine was narrow and long, with green leaves sprouting from it, hanging down near the edge of his boots.

It was clearly sucha graceful object. Looking at it would have made people think of poems such as "Pliant is the the willow branch I gift to my beloved".

It's a pity that Chu Wanning was neither pliant or had a beloved.

The willow vine in his hand was actually a magic weapon named Tianwen. At this moment, Tianwen was glimmering with golden red light, piercing through the surrounding darkness, and also reflecting in the bottomless depths of Chu Wanning's eyes.

Chu Wanning pursed his lips, and said sensibly: "Mo Weiyu, you are so bold. Should I really not do something to discipline you?"

If this really was the fifteen-year old Mo Ran, he might not have taken this exclamation seriously, thinking that Shizun was just trying to scare him.

But after being reborn, Mo Weiyu had thoroughly experienced Shizun’s "control" with his blood in his previous life. He immediately felt the roots of his teeth ache and blood rushing to his head. His mouth was already moving, ready to deny everything and clear his name

"Shizun. . ." His cheek still bleeding, Mo Ran raised his eyes, staining them with a thin veil of tears. He knew that his current appearance must look extremely pitiful. "This disciple has never stolen. . . has never laid with a prostitute. . . why did Shizun listen to Xue Meng's words and strike me without even listening to my side of the story?"

". . ."

Mo Ran had two tricks to get out of trouble with his uncle. First, act cute. Second, pretend to be pitiful. Now he tried these out on Chu Wanning, trying to look so pitiful that tears almost fell from his eyes: "Is the disciple really so worthless in your eyes? Why doesn't Shizun even give me a chance to defend myself?"

Xue Meng stomped angrily next to him: "Mo Ran! You, you piece of shit! You truly are shameless! Sizun, don't listen to him, don't be fooled by this bastard! He really did steal! All the stolen goods are still on him!"

Chu Wanning looked through his eyelashes, his expression cold: "Mo Ran, you truly never stole?"

"Never."

". . . You should know the consequences of lying to me."

Mo Ran's arms were covered in goosebumps. How could he not know? But he still foolishly persisted: "Shizun, please!"

Chu Wanning raised his hand, and the shiny golden vine waved again, but this time he did not draw it on the face of Mo Ran. Instead, he used it to tightly bind Mo Ran.

This feeling was all too familiar. In addition to whipping people on the regular, the willow vine "Tianwen" has another function——

Chu Wanning stared at Mo Ran, who was held tightly in Tianwen's grasp, and asked again: "Have you never stolen?"

Suddenly, there was a familiar stabbing pain straight in Mo Ran's heart, as if a sharp fanged small snake had slid its way into his chest and was playing with his organs.

Accompanied by the severe pain was an irresistible temptation. Mo Ran couldn't help but open his mouth, his voice hoarse: "I. . . never. . . ah. . . !!!"

Tianwen's golden light seemed to pick up on his lies, glowing harder. The pain caused Mo Ran to break out in a cold sweat, but he still desperately resisted such torture.

This was Tianwen's second function: interrogation.

Once tied up by Tianwen, no one could lie. Whether it was a person or a ghost, dead or alive, Tianwen had a way of forcing them to speak and reveal the answer that Chu Wanning wanted to know.

In his last life, by relying on a strong cultivation base, there was only one person who had finally managed to keep a secret under Tianwen's influence.

That person was the person who had become the emperor of the mortal realm, Mo Weiyu.

After being reborn, Mo Ran had hoped he'd have a bit of luck, thinking that he would still be able to resist the forced interrogation of Tianwen. But after biting his lip for what felt like forever, with big beads of sweat dripping down over his dark eyebrows and full-body trembles, he finally bowed before Chu Wanning's boots in pain, gasping for breath.

"I. . . I. . . stole. . ."

The pain abruptly disappeared.

Mo Ran hadn't even caught his breath before Chu Wanning asked another question, his voice even colder than before.

"Did you commit debauchery?"

Smart people don't do stupid things. Since he hadn't been able to resist before, it was even more impossible now. This time, Mo Ran didn't even resist, and when the pain struck, he went so far to even shout: "Yes yes I did!!!! Shizun please! No more!"

Xue Meng's face turned blue at his side. He exclaimed with shock: "You, how can you. . . That Rong Jiu is a man, you actually. . ."

No one paid attention to him. As the golden light of Tianwen slowly dimmed, Mo Ran gasped for breath, his whole body was drenched as if he had just been fished from the water. His face was as white as paper, his lips still trembling, and he collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

Through sweaty eyelashes, he looked up at Chu Wanning's elegant figure, wearing a green jade crown and wide sleeves that fell to the floor.

A strong hatred suddenly surged into his heart - Chu Wanning! This Venerable One wasn't wrong in is treatment of you in his past life, that much is true!! Even after being reborn, the hatred still burns strong! Fuck all eighteen generations of your ancestors!!

Chu Wanning didn't know that this crafty disciple was going to fuck all eighteen generations of his ancestors. He stood there for a while with a sullen expression, and then said.

"Xue Meng."

Although Xue Meng knows that men were the popular choice among rich businessmen and wealthy households, and many people play with male prostitutes just for something new and not really because they liked men, he still couldn't digest it. After a while, he said: "Shizun, this disciple is here."

"Mo Ran went against the three mandates on corruption, debauchery, and deception. Take him to the Yan Luo Hall so he can repent. Bring him to the Platform of Righteousness and Evil tomorrow morning so that he receive a public punishment."

Xue Meng was startled: "What. . .? Public punishment?"

Public punishment means taking the disciples who have committed severe transgressions in front of the disciples of the whole school, in front of everyone, even the ladies in the dining hall, and punishing them for the crowd.

Utterly shameful.

It should be known that Mo Ran was a disciple of Life-Death Peak. Although the disciplinary measures in the school were strict, because of Mo Ran's special status - his uncle pitied him for losing his parents so young and was scavenging outside for fourteen years - he couldn't bear to punish Mo Ran. No matter what Mo Ran did, he would just get a small lecture in private, and he would be beaten.

But Shizun wouldn't even save the face of the sect leader. He wanted to take his precious nephew to the Platform of Righteousness and Evil and publicly punish and shame Young Master Mo in front of the entire sect. This was something even Xue Meng hadn't expected.

Mo Ran, however, wasn't surprised.

He lay on the ground with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

How great and selfless his Shizun was.

Chu Wanning was truly cold-blooded. In his previous life, when Shi Mei died in front of him, Mo Ran cried and pleading, pulling on his clothes, kneeling on the ground and begging him for help.

But Chu Wanning turned a deaf ear.

And so his disciple had breathed his last breath before him, and even with Mo Ran crying his heart out next to him, Chu Wanning simply stood there and ignored his sobs.

Now all he was doing was putting him on the Platform of Righteousness and Evil to be dealt with before the public. There was nothing strange about this.

Mo Ran could only resent how weak his cultivation base was now. He couldn't peel off Chu Wanning's skin, rip out his nerves, drink his blood, can’t pull his hair back, can't insult him, can’t torture him and destroy his dignity, make him desire nothing but death. . .

He hadn't been able to hide the beast-like hatred in his eyes, and Chu Wanning picked up on it.

He faintly glanced at Mo Ran's face, a stoic expression on a gentle and elegant face.

"What are you thinking about?"

Fuck!

Tianwen hadn't been removed yet!

Mo Ran once again felt the vines tying him up, and his internal organs felt like they were about to be squeezed into mush. He yelled in pain, panting and roaring out the thoughts in his head——

"Chu Wanning, you think you're so refined! Watch me fuck you to death!"

No one made a sound.

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

Even Xue Meng was stunned: ". . ."

Tianwen suddenly retracted Chu Wanning's palm, turning into a small speck of golden light before disappearing altogether. Tianwen was made from the bones and blood of Chu Wanning and could appear when summoned and vanished at will.

Xue Meng's face was pale and he stuttered: "Shi-Shizun. . ."

Chu Wanning didn't say a word. His delicate black and slender eyelashes lowered, examining his palms for a while. Then, he raised his eyes, his face even, but his complexion even colder. He glared at Mo Ran with a gaze saying "this disciple deserves death", then said in a low voice:

"Tianwen is broken, I am going to go fix it."

Chu Wanning threw down these words, turned and left.

Xue Meng was kind of slow: "How could an immortal weapon like Tianwen be broken?"

Chu Wanning heard it, and glanced back at him with a look of "this disciple deserves death" as well. Xue Meng shuddered.

Mo Ran lay on the ground, half-dead, with a blank expression.

What he had been thinking really was looking for a way to fuck Chu Wanning to death. He knew that the Master Chu, who held titles like "Yuheng of the Night Sky, Beidou Immortal", had always paid attention to elegance and correctness, and he couldn't stand being stepped on by others, defiling him.

But he didn't want Chu Wanning to know that he was thinking that!

Mo Ran whimpered like a stray dog, covering his face.

Thinking of the look in Chu Wanning's eyes when he was leaving, he felt that he probably did not have long to wait until his death.

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[giriduck]

I remember hearing about the whole Demise-as-Ganondorf-origin thing last year when I started digging into Legend of Zelda lore again after a long hiatus, and was disappointed by how Ganondorf was written off as the rebirth of an ancient demon lord's fury and malice. As someone who has not played Skyward Sword but ran around with headcanons about the Gerudo and their only known king for a couple decades by that point, this was an interesting new challenge, because I hated how this new Demise lore took away Ganondorf's agency: it undermined and flattened him to just a shell of a person.

So I took an orbital sander to the idea to smooth down the splinters and make it feel a little less irritating to me. I built out a headcanon that nods to it, but protects Ganondorf’s agency.

In my head, Ganondorf didn't make a deal with the devil and get possessed by Demise in exchange for dark powers, nor did Demise drive Ganondorf's body around like some sort of robot shell.

Instead, Ganondorf was the rebirth of a furious and infantile minor god into a much more complex human form, to grow as a catalyst of change in the world. Demise was pure chaos and destruction; an actual force of nature with barely a personality and zero empathy. But Ganondorf was a man--a mortal, born into a very rare position in the world as a male-bodied Gerudo—with the capacity to experience a life filled awe, wonder, beauty, comfort, joy, love, fear, pain, grief, vulnerability, desperation--surrounded by his beloved and devoted people who taught him how to care. Ganondorf-the-conscious-person was an unknowing filter--a conduit--between the world he deeply loved, craved, and jealously wanted to seize, and the destructive force that slept within him--his ancient id--who wanted to render it all to ashes.

The Goddesses did this on purpose. Demise was chaotic evil child who needed to learn, and Ganondorf was the opportunity not only to grow, but to form attachment to the world beyond being angry at it. Demise was the flame to light the forest fire, but Ganondorf was the control line drawn around the perimeter of the forest. After all, the Goddesses wanted a controlled burn to invite future growth, not a complete conflagration that would glass the earth.

There were risks with this plan, but in the event things burned too hot, the Goddesses also built safeguards: the other pieces of the Triforce would be granted to the Princess--Demise's opposite equal reborn—and the Hero to support her; they’d be armed with sacred weapons, as well as the sages, and their associated temples. If the fire started to lick beyond the edges of the control line, the Goddesses could seal it away using these safeguards, until they needed it once more.

The Ganondorf in my brain is an incredibly intelligent and talented person with insatiable drive--an obsessive perfectionist who felt the pressure of his social status and would often push himself to exhaustion in search of knowledge and mastery. Where did that drive come from? Some of it was expectation and his high station within Gerudo culture, and—as evidenced by the training grounds—his people placed a high value on investing time and energy into practicing toward a mastery of skill (fun fact: a real-world definition of the word “Din” is to make (someone) learn or remember something by constant repetition.) Some of his focus on perfecting himself was due to the isolated conditions of being raised within the Spirit Temple, some of it came from how he was raised by the Twins, some of it came from a desire to multi-class (must get good at ALL THE THINGS) to expand his toolkit (“knowledge is power”), and much of it was simply the kind of ambitious and tenacious person he was. Being naturally quite smart and getting an early start on things like learning to play piano and parse several languages, a lot of things came distressingly easy to him, but other things required a lot of work.

But much of that drive to specifically find the Triforce came from Demise, who sat below the surface of his mind and pulled him toward the ancient relic like a magnet through decades of exhaustive--and exhausting--research. But consciously, Ganondorf was on a quest to help his people, to build a better future where centuries of diplomacy attempted by prior Gerudo Kings failed to make much change after a very long and complicated history with the Royal Family of Hyrule… or so he told himself, anyway. He was a desperate leader, determined to risk everything if necessary to reach beyond the veil of reality itself in an attempt to shift the course of history and the power dynamics of Hyrule. In my head, Ganondorf is the embodiment of, “Either I will find a way, or I will make one.”

It feels like in every mainline Zelda game, there's a moment when someone tells Link (and Zelda, sometimes) their true identity: "You're the Hero of Time!" "You're the ancient Hero reborn!" "See this forgotten, flooded kingdom? Well you're tied to it because you're the Princess Zelda!" "You're the reincarnation of Hylia!" "You're a child of destiny!"

The list goes on. Every time, there is a wide-eyed gasp in response to each of these revelations, and it would be shocking to be on the receiving end of such news. Suddenly, everything would seen to click into place as there is an explanation for innate skills and powers. But what terrible news, too; what a heavy burden to suffer a role they didn't ask for nor want. This is their life now.

But when, say, each time Zelda awakened to her secret / ancient identity, did that mean that Hylia fully possessed her? Or that everything she had done up to that moment of awakening actually was Hylia and not Zelda? No; each Zelda was a conscious, independent Zelda instance, reborn again and again to experience a window of Hyrule's history. There are some commonalities—likely from Hylia’s core influence within each princess—but Zeldas’ identities and personalities shifted with each epoch, and they are each a unique person; set to unknowingly accumulate many lifetimes of experience and the wisdom that comes with that. (No wonder she was Nayru’s favorite.)

Same with Ganondorf, but he was the first and only reincarnation of Demise. He wasn't possessed by Demise; he was an evolved Demise.

Imagine a lawful evil Ganondorf who had worked extremely hard his entire life, who was devoted and dedicated to this people, who was fairly well justified in his frustrations with politics, resource distribution, and the power dynamics within the world, who was a quarter narcissist and might have been a hero in his own mind, but awoke to discover that no, he was the world's bad guy since the dawn of time.

Well, shit.

That shock to the ego--to one's core identity--would be catastrophic. If players were frustrated by his sudden lack of agency, but what about him? What even was him, versus this maybe other him within him? And those inexplicable abilities he had since he was a small child that made him special? That was Demise's power that seeped through to the surface and manifested itself.

I think about this a lot; how terrible that awakening would be for him. And that moment when he realized the the mysterious, ancient temples he visited during research trips--and the legends about the sages associated with them--were created to eventually, likely inevitably--seal him away.

Ganondorf was a powder keg and he didn't know it. Once he found the Triforce, it was like a bomb went off when he awoke. In my brain, Demise’s rage took over for a brief while to inflict the worst damage to Hyrule during the initial onslaught. Ganondorf's lucidity came and went over the next several years, but he--strong-willed and the living embodiment of determination--slowly clawed his way out of the madness, and was pissed off about losing control.

And how he “abandoned” his people? How he never really left his tower? Well, he never quite trusted himself to be safe enough to go back home to the Valley; he needed to protect his people from the other personality within him. He'd have to master himself—just as he'd mastered absolutely everything else in his life—but it would take focus and time.

He never got the chance to go home. Time--literally weaponized against him--ran out. Then he was defeated and locked away in a limbo for centuries.

During that long period of imprisonment, he both conquered and assimilated his inner demon lord, and by the time he re-emerged, he’d long overcome the growing pains and became a fully-actualized villain; empowered by both the abilities inherited from his ancient self and the Triforce of Power granted to him by the Goddesses. The latter included the gift/curse of immortality, so that he would always remember who he was and where he came from, until that ancient anger and fury would finally, maybe someday burn itself out.

#legend of zelda #ganondorf #ocarina of time #gerudo #headcanon

[ouyangzizhensdad]

The Mo Village arc and establishing the MC

MDZS is a sprawling book with many characters, but it seems that it was clearly important to MXTX to establish her MC’s characterisation very strongly from the start. Although the novel in its entirety leans toward providing a strong characterisation for WWX, I thought it’d be fun to look back at how it is conveyed to the readers in the first few chapters before the inciting incident at Dafan Mountain

(N.B. I’m using a composite translation made of different translations so the wording/format might be slightly different than the version you are using)

Framing

The prologue starts with a conversation between unnamed characters in an inn, discussing the news of WWX’s death. While it was a clever way to already introduce an important theme of the novel (the effects of public opinion and how easy it is to make someone into a irredeemable villain) and get the exposition out of the way, it also frames WWX as a character: as readers, we are introduced first to perceptions of him, a characterisation-from-hearsay we’ll be able to compare to his characterisation in the novel. WWX is a “scourge” whose death is celebrated, who “defected” and bit the hand that fed him, a “deranged” killer who took thousands of lives. But before he went on the crooked path, he was a promising youth--although others seem to think he was corrupted from the start.

“But it can’t all be blamed on the path he cultivated. Ultimately, it was still because this Wei Wuxian’s moral character was too flawed, angering the Heavens and man alike! By the heavenly law, everyone answers for their deeds in the end, good and evil……”

The rumours also suggest that if WWX comes back to the world of the living he will enact his revenge upon them all, and his unimaginable powers would allow him to rain fury upon both Heaven and Earth. We get told: this guys is an incredibly powerful villain, reviled and feared by many. 

But the Yiling Laozu had enough power to overturn the Heavens and smother the Earth, move mountains and drain seas—at least, that was the way the rumors went. If he wanted to resist the summoning of his soul, it wouldn’t exactly be outside of his abilities. If in coming days his spirit were restored, if he forcibly possessed a body and were thus reborn, then not only the cultivation world, but all of humanity would inevitably meet with an even greater frenzy of vengeance and curses, sinking into a chaotic age of foul winds and bloody rains.

Establishing WWX and how he reacts when he’s thrown into an unpleasant situation

When WWX is brought back by MXY, we already have something to contrast him against thanks to the hearsay and rumours, and from the get-go we get a sense that WWX is not this fearsome figure that people made him out to be.

I’ll never get over the fact that our first introduction to WWX’s is the equivalent of the “the audacity of this bitch”.

Hazily, he thought: that’s quite a lot of courage you must have to kick this Laozu. 

Our MC and POV character is thrown into a situation, and from his reactions we can rapidly tell that he is someone who is observant, resourceful, good at deductive reasoning and thereby apt at solving mysteries. This is something that is reinforced at many, many points in the first few chapters and helps us buy in into what happens later in the novel when they uncover many other mysteries. WWX is a guy who figures shit out.

When WWX figures out he was summoned as a “an unforgivably evil malicious spirit“, we  get his take on his public perception.  

Wei Wuxian reeled at the implications. How had he been classified as “an irredeemly evil, malicious spirit”?

Yes, his reputation was rather poor and his final moments, horrifying tragic—but he had neither haunted nor had he seeked revenge on the living since becoming a spirit. He would dare to swear upon the Heavens and the Earth that you would never find a more peaceful and well-behaved lonely soul of a wild ghost!

At the same time, readers get a sense that even when he’s dealt a bad hand, WWX does not wait in despair for his luck to turn. Even though WWX describes his situation as “hopeless” and keeps “repeating over and over How could this be! in his heart “, he immediately goes into problem-solving mode, trying to figure out the situation and the wishes MXY forgot to share. This also happens  later. 

There was not a single thing to help him find some joy in being reborn! He might as well sit and meditate for a time, and adjust to the new body.

That same passage gives us a sense that WWX is not rushing into situations without taking the time to take it in, make up his mind and prepare as much as he can: the fact that we see him do meditation twice during that day (before he goes to the East Hall and after he checks on the Lan juniors) also contributes to that idea.

The chapters convey as well that WWX is sympathetic to MXY’s situation and does not resent him even though he forced WWX to enact revenge in his stead. As readers, we thus receive the following message: WWX is not prone to being resentful, to hold grudges.

He had originally wanted to wash his face and pay a few respects to the owner of this body, but there was no water in the shack—neither for drinking nor for washing. 

WWX is also, for a lack of a better word, sassy. It’s clear that he has a flair for the dramatics and lots of attitude. Look at that dramatic entrance.... he just.... yeets the bowl he was holding....

He pondered for a moment. Then, rising to his feet, he kicked the door open.

The two servants, in the midst of making eyes at each other, screamed in horror as the double doors of the shack suddenly burst open. Wei Wuxian threw aside his bowl and chopsticks and walked outside without anyone’s leave [...]

We are also introduced to the fact that WWX does not seem to take himself seriously and loves to shock people. 

When it came to wild displays of misbehavior, Wei Wuxian was a master. In the past when he ran wild, he still had to mind appearances lest others accuse him of having not been raised right. But now that he was a lunatic anyways, what face did he need! He could go straight to making a scene, acting however it pleased him.

While WWX is clearly not the one-dimensional evil monster depicted in rumours, we do see that he can be cunning: he lies easily if he feels it motivated, he is very good at talking people into a corner, apt at making them do incriminating things by leading them on, which he does by humiliating the Mo family for their mistreatment of MXY in front of a crowd. But in a way, that is also a quality of his: he is not just silver-tongued; he’s good at assessing a situation and people’s characters, able to figure out what will set them off.

We further get proof that he is not a blood-thirsty monster who disregards others when he tries to figure out if he can satisfy MXY’s spirit without having to wipe out the Mo family (although it is clearly the obvious solution) and when he is shown to care for the well-being of others. This is illustrated by the way he double-checks (through ruse) that the zhaoyin flags are properly set up and will be used safely by the Lan juniors. 

During the conversation, Wei Wuxian had already finished making a rapid examination of the Yin Summoning Flag in his hand. It had been painted in the correct manner, and there were no missing sigils either. There was not a single error or omission, so they should worked as intended. That being said, the person who had painted the flag lacked experience, and the painted sigils could only attract the evil spirits and walking corpses within at most five li. That should however prove to be enough. (chapter 2)

[...]

Wei Wuxian’s first thought was that something had gone wrong with the flag arraw the youth had set up. His inventions needed to be used with extreme caution, or else risk disaster. This was also why he had gone to check earlier if there were anything wrong with the array. (Chapter 3)

As our POV character, WWX comes across as endearing through little details: it’s in the way he calls LSZ a “good little seedling (好苗子)” and calls the Lan juniors a group of “小朋友“ in his inner monologue, or when he defends the Lan juniors from Mo-furen’s accusations. Or the way he likes Xiao Pingguo because it looks at him with contempt:

A donkey was tied to the handle, chewing on it. When it saw Wei Wuxian run over rashly, it seemed like it was surprised, and eyed him sideways as if it were a real person. Wei Wuxian made eye contact with him for one second and was immediately touched by the minuscule amount of contempt in its eyes.

Establishing how WWX acts in high-pressure situations

Things escalate quite quickly into accusations of murder and death and resentful corpses. This first sequence is thus our introduction to how WWX acts under pressure and in high-risk situations (which will continue to happen to our MC until the end of the novel). 

WWX is shown to be cool under pressure and quick to think on his feet, constantly re-assessing the situation and the risks. He is also seen as expecting people to arrive to conclusions without him needing to explain them out loud, like when he takes out the zhaoyin flag that MZY stole from his corpse, letting the Lan juniors understand on their own what happened. When he needs to explain, he will not do it in a straight-forward manner, giving small hints first (this preludes many of WWX and LWJ interaction when they understand each other’s thought process with only one sentence being said, and preludes how WWX will continue to act with the Juniors later on, making them think through the situations instead of feeding them the answers).

We also get the proof that WWX does not privilege self-preservation over the fate of others.

If he wanted to avoid having the situation get out of hand, Wei Wuxian should retreat. If they people who came did not know him, then all would be well—but if they happened to be someone who had dealt with him or fought against him in the past, it would be hard to guess what would happen next.

But the curse meant he could not leave Mo Village yet. As well, the spirit that had been summoned had taken two lives in quick succession, meaning it was extremely vicious. If Wei Wuxian left now, once the reinforcement arrived, the streets of Mo Village might already be packed with corpses missing their left arm, of which some would be blood relations of the GusuLanShi. 

After a short deliberation, Wei Wuxian thought, fight a quick battle to force a swift resolution (速战速决). (Chapter 3)

[...]

Wei Wuxian was watching the battle attentively. His tongue was slightly curled, suppressing a sharp whistle inside of his lips, preparing it to be let out. The whistle would be able to evoke even more hostility in the cruel corpses, which might turn the tables. Then, however, it would be difficult to ensure that nobody knew that it was his doing. 

In the blink of an eye, the hand moved like lightning, ruthlessly and precisely breaking Madame Mo’s neck. Watching as the Mo family grew closer to defeat, Wei Wuxian prepared to blow the whistle that he suppressed under his tongue. At the same time, the echoes of two strums on a stringed instrument came from far away. (chapter 4)

As well, we are told something about WWX when he only leaves once LWJ arrives: certainly because he’s afraid that LWJ might recognize him but mostly because (as it will become clear later on) he trusts that LWJ will be able to handle the situation in his stead. In order words, although WWX is willing to risk himself to help others, he is not careless with his life and safety (for instance he makes sure to destroy the proof of the Offering ritual before fleeing to make sure no one can figure out the fact that he is back from the dead).

WWX will not hesitate to fool people or pretend in order to help his goals. In this case, he is trying to help and fight without appearing like a powerful cultivator who can do modao, balancing self-preservation with the incentive to protect the people present. This is why he pushes LJY in front of LSZ at one point in the battle, instead of blocking it himself, while pretending to just be a lunatic doing lunatic things.

Inside of the Lan clan’s uniform jacket, there were compact stitchings of incantations using thin threads of the same color, included for protection. However, against strong ones like this, it could only be used once before it became invalid. During the emergency, he could only kick Lan Jingyi and use his body to protect Lan Sizhui’s neck.

This sequence also allows the reader to know more about modao and WWX’s skills, and how he can control corpses, as well as how WWX perceives his own abilities. 

TLDR:

The Mo Village arc, in conjunction with the prologue, competently sets up a lot of the moving pieces for the novel. It also leans heavily toward establishing a strong sense of characterisation for our MC and POV character, which is neat! 

NB: I think it’s also very telling that the next chapter after the Mo Mansion arc begins with us learning that WWX has been, in the past few days since his retreat, lorded over by a capricious donkey. WWX is clearly not someone who takes himself very seriously (often mocking himself):

The donkey ran over there and nothing could make it leave. Wei Wuxian hopped down and slapped its honoured buttocks. “You’re definitely destined for wealth, even harder to please than I am.” The donkey spat at him.

#mdzs meta #i kind of hate to call this meta because it's not uh very deep lmao #wwx #wei wuxian

[danisha-tdh]

Wow! Love your Dharkon! Did you design Galeem in your human version too??

Well, yes-

But, it's kinda bit different in two options as a bit theories actually. Since I've been thinking about Guardian Spirit from Miitopia want it as a human version, why not both instead??

The outfit I've made have been difficult to think. How about we talk about the characters about Galeem's headcanons in my ideas?-

Despite of himself, his personality seems calm and love to be peace. But somehow, Dharkon just destroying everything in the world though, might have not been well actually. As about a theory if I connect the dot, Galeem is a Guardian Spirt in my opinion. As though, he's seems to looks like a good guy to me.

As a question: "If Galeem was the Guardian Spirit, but what about the story of world of light that he's a bad guy?-"

Answer: I think it must be an illusions or someone manipulate him. Who? Don't know.

As the other options, Galeem in the past of , he used to be a king who is the founder of the Kingdom in a very, very long time ago. As himself, he must know about what the meaning of determined in life of him, seeking to find the answers of truth. Speaking of Life, let's talk about the parasite, Dharkon.

Dharkon is actually being Chaotic Evil actually. Somehow, it's difficult to know if he's live once again in third time. The first time is actually the first reborn of him in the past, the second was actually from Smash bros. Ultimate (Spoilers: if you haven't know about what happen next), and the last could be live once again. I don't know if he's gonna be live again since he was defeated by the fighters from Smash Bros. Felt like I could think that would predicted I guess. :|c

As I searched on them, people think they are dating (I mean, why would people get that).

But as my opinions, Galeem and Dharkon are actually meant to be Brothers. Even they shares their Father of Greatness (known as the God).

Between them, Galeem wanted to confront him as Mercy. But Dharkon doesn't care about it, he wanted to spread to world Darkness just like from the Smash Bros. (Spoilers ahead of course). Galeem believes to himself he has been hardworking for anything what he do since the past for his people from his own Kingdom.

Let me tell you a story in the Past what happened and how Galeem is actually the Guardian Spirit.

Many decades since Dharkon starts the War, Galeem and his old friends needs to stop him of his cause of doom to the world. Eventually, somehow might not end well.. Dharkon wins to take all of their souls to him for taking the World spread in Darkness. But Galeem and one chance to get up, to Protect his friends and his kingdom for everyone he sacrifice himself to stop Dharkon. Then, the world spread with brightness of explosions. Don't know where could be the Ancient Guardians would be. No sighs of Galeem where he could be. But living in the Depths of Void where he is never woke up again. As many, many decades later, he wakes up hearing someone out there. He ask, "Who's there?". But it doesn't answers his question. He can't see but only a void he lives nothing with it. As soon one day, we wakes up again for hearing a strange voice earlier. Then, the light of a star stright foward to him. The Star seems like he looks at the mirror. It shows where the voices coming from. It's was a child who seems lost in the forest. Galeem felt sad about the child looks lost and he find a way to make the child goes to their home. As soon he realized, the child was holding is actually Galeem stuck in a Antique Charm. Galeem does nothing but only way to communicate the child. The child look sad and cries in the middle of ruins. Galeem has idea how to calm them down, he begins to sing his lullaby to make the child's calm. Then, he makes something else like call for a help. A momenst altee since it was raining, somehow came by and pick up the child for their safety. Galeem feels like he seem forgot his memories, but despite he recognize people that he knows about it so he could jog his memories as well.

Thanks to you anons, for filling my motivations as well! ^^

#asks #galeem #Tdh's art

[maho-s-blog]

After I began to delve into the theory about the relationship between Honkai and Genshin, I cannot but draw parallels with the lore of the Chronicle of Evillious. What about? If Teivat is really an "ark", then it is very similar to the attempts of the inhabitants of the second period from the EC to create a utopian world without a virus that drives everyone crazy and makes them deviant.

Therefore, for the sake of interest, I decided to choose the eyes of God for the characters of the most famous arc from the Chronicles of Evillious, "The Saga of Evil" (or "Story of Evil" - whichever translation you prefer)

I tried not to focus on the color scheme because it would be quite obvious. It seems to me that the eye of God should be more connected with the personality of a person than with what colors he is dressed in.

[English is not my native language. I translated it through Google Translator. So there may be mistakes.]

ANEMO

Germaine Avadonia

While many people would give Germaine the Pyro element, I would give her the Anemo element. Because all she did was to make people free from the tyranny of Riliane, and, in fact, that's exactly what Venti did!

Yukina Freezis

A writer who began writing books at a young age and, as a result, spent many years of her life uncovering old secrets and stories about the owners of vessels of deadly sins. Traveling around the world in search of a forgotten truth could well be described as the life of someone driven by the wind.

GEO

Allen Avadonia

A brother who served his sister with honor and truth and as a result dead instead of her.

Perseverance, hard work - these are the most common traits that can be traced in characters with a Geo element. And this also applies to Allen.

Chartette Langley

A chaotic girl, capable of destroying a stone fountain with her physical strength. She is hardworking, but the gods have clearly deprived her of her ability to avoid trouble.

ELECTRO

Elluka Clokworker (Levia etc.)

If genius immortal sorceress, extremely similar to Lisa is not Electro then who

PYRO

Riliane Lucifen d'Autriche

The hot-tempered princess who burned the neighboring kingdom out of jealousy for the new passion of her ex (to whom she was engaged).

But after her actions led to the death of her brother, she repented.

Kyle Marlon

A prince who was betrothed to Riliane but ended up falling in love with a servant from the kingdom of Elphegort. His rash break of engagement disrupted relations between his countries and led to the genocide of the inhabitants of Eltfegort by Lucifenia. After this object of his love was eventually killed, he secretly joined Germaine in the revolution and hated Rillian and Allen until he found out that the girl he loved was killed by his sister on the orders of his mother. Abruptly rushed to kill his mother after that. Pyro, of course. How damn chaotic he is.

DENDRO

Michaela

The spirit of the forest, who took the form of a girl to help the sorceress Elluka in her mission. I gave her the Dendro element because in the end, when her physical human body was killed, she was reborn as a sprout of the Millennium Tree. And in any case, she (like a forest spirit) was created by the tree god Held. Although, in the end, is it possible to consider the rebirth of the human soul in the spirit form, but without its memories about his life a creation?

HYDRO

Clarith Netsuma

I thought for a long time where to put it. And in the end I made up my mind. Hydro. After all, Archon Hydro is the God of Justice, and Clarith has created a whole denomination, a whole movement in the local church that opposes discrimination against people. True, with these it could have been added to Anemo, but I'm sure that Clarith is Hydro. She's also connected to the church, just like Barbara.

KRIO

Keel Freezis

Seth's clone, frozen in a cryocamera and defrosted by chance. In this world without a patronage of the creator he build his life independently, by your own hands.

ITS END THANKS U ALL

Maybe I'll do the same about the other characters, but I'm not sure. Thank you for reading!

#evillious chronicles #хроники эвиллиоса #genshin impact #геншин импакт

[gothamradiokid]

Hallowe'en

From October 31 begins an eve whose end will be on November 2, during these dates we celebrate and remember all the brave whose time stopped

All Saints Day

All Saints' Eve is a feast that began on October 31, ending on November 1 and November 2, the Day of the Dead is celebrated, although these dates were slightly modified by the passage of time; on this page you will be able to know the differences and history of this eve

Now, the tribe of the Celts existed long before Christ, and one of their most famous contributions in the world was Halloween (Samhain) or All Saints' Day, they celebrated it to end the end of summer, what they did was make parties and bring offerings to the dead, since they believed that there were evil spirits, that is why they brought them offerings and human, vegetable and animal sacrifices. Although this was stopped practicing because the Romans did not like so many people dying, with the passage of time Pope Gregory III (731-741) changed his name to All Saints Day, this made the Deltas very happy, this The tradition spread throughout the world and when the Irish immigrated to the United States they were taught legends such as Jack O'o Lantern. As an interesting fact, the legend of Jack 'O Lantern told that he had a turnip embers of fire (since he could not go to heaven or hell, so he seeks his rest alone) but having a surplus of pumpkins in the United States they decided to make them holes and put a candle inside it.

Therefore, referring to something more spiritual that day, in the Christian religion it is necessary to celebrate all the people who reach heaven or paradise as it is known, as it is known in the Christian-Catholic religion, since a saint himself is someone which is pure enough to enter, not just the caconic sates of the Vatican. This eve usually creates a lot of controversy in orthodox believers of Christian Catholic religions or here in Mexico due to the curious translation to "Halloween" this because of the pagan costrumbes of the Celts before the arrival of Christianity and because of the marketing over time .

Solemnity of the Saints

Following the same theme as on October 31, all those people who reached paradise are celebrated, whether they are holy canons of the Vatican or not, but during these dates children who died in a tragic way, violence, accidents without having been baptisms, but in itself the deceased who overcame purgatory and have been sanctified enjoying the presence of God are celebrated.

In the primitive churches each martyr was celebrated on his date of death and place of death but after the persecution of Diocletian, the number of martyrs increased so much that there did not have to be a feast on a common day to celebrate them all, which she was chosen May 13 for the Syrians or the first Sunday after Pentecost according to Saint John Chrysostom. Later, Pope Gregory III (731-741) consecrated a chapel in the Vatican to worship the saints who were previously honored in cemeteries and catacombs that had been left in disuse. This oratory was dedicated "to the Savior, to Saint Mary, to the Apostles, to the martyrs, to the confessors and to all the righteous souls," and it had a choir of monks say a supplementary Office every day in honor of the saints whose birth was every day. From the combination of these traditions with that of the votive masses in memory of many or all the saints, a tradition emerged that was already ingrained by the 8th century, although the date was not always the same. Pope Gregory IV unified it on the first of November.

A ruling that can be presented, in a more theoretical way, is that if the child was not baptized and committed a sin, whether mortal or venial, he could not enter paradise and would wound himself to a place of punishment for his sins, I hear it, although they were good. in life they could never be saints this according to the chaotic-orthodox Christian church

Day of the Dead

This date passes on November 2 and is devoted to people who died in general, although this day has a background and a story that happened with the Mexica, where they celebrated the dead and collect copsehcas, just as the Celts planned it on their own. timepo and region. He would sing to the Christian religion where the behavior of a person in his life is rewarded or punished, for the Mexica there was no such thing, but rather beliefs that the destiny of the bad people would depend on the type of death they had experienced.

The Mexica believed that the afterlife of the deceased could have four destinations Tlalocan or paradise of Tlaloc, god of rain. Omeyocán, paradise of the sun, presided over by Huitzilopochtli, the god of war. Only the killed in combat, the captives who sacrificed themselves, and the women who died in childbirth came to this place.

The dead who went to Omeyocan paradise of the sun, presided over by Huitzilopochtli, the god of war. Only the killed in combat, the captives who sacrificed themselves, and the women who died in childbirth came to this place. The dead who went to the Omeyocan, after four years, returned to the world, turned into birds with beautiful multi-colored feathers. Mictlán, intended for those who died a natural death. This place was inhabited by Mictlantecuhtli and Mictecacíhuatl, lord and mistress of death. Chichihuacuauhco, place where the dead children went before their consecration to the water where there was a tree from whose branches milk dripped, so that they would feed. In this way, life will be reborn from death. The road to get to Mictlán was very tortuous and difficult, because to get there the souls had to travel through different places for four years. After this time, the souls arrived at Chicunamictlán, a place where the souls of the dead rested or disappeared.

When the Spanish arrived in America in the 16th century, they brought their own traditional celebrations to commemorate the deceased, where the dead were remembered on All Saints' Day. By converting the natives of the New World, a syncretism was created that mixed European and pre-Hispanic traditions, making the Catholic festivities of All Saints and All Souls coincide with the similar Mesoamerican festival, creating the current Day of the Dead. .

Praise the dead

"Where would we correctly begin the praise of some brave men, who in life made their loved ones glad with their virtue and who have accepted death in exchange for the salvation of the living? I believe that it is necessary to make a praise of a natural order in which they have been brave. They were brave because they were born of brave, We praise, therefore, firstly their nobility of birth and, secondly, their upbringing and education. " -Aspasia

(comic page)

A few years ago in the city of Gotham, there's was a tragedy in the Falcons family, affecting most part of their business of mafia, also a tragic accident for a district attorney Dent... during this event called "The Long HALLOWEEN" where a killer, called the "Holiday Killer" that killed public figures every Holiday no Julian Day, there was different people who we're blame like Alberto Falcons, Catwoman and even more public figures..

This October... unleash all the bats you hide!

#the long Halloween #Halloween #gotham rp #GothamRadioKid #Batman #Falcone #batman #Dia de muertos #day of the death #Mexica #México #death #October #Christian #all saint day #holiday killer #Aspasia #bruce wayne #history #Celts #Christ #November

[52200bottlesofcoke]

Corala

This post supplies knowledge of a deity that I felt was benevolent, as I believe that I have posted of too many demonic spirits as opposed to angelic ones. The deity’s name is Corala, a goddess who bears both the power of light and dark within itself as the quintessential and immortal fusion of the two rivaling forces.

Corala, the goddess who presides over the fates of mortals, is a deity who formed the perfect balance between the good and evil in the lives of mortals, their evil deeds being met with the evil of others and good deeds being met with the goodness of others. The darker side of a mortal, according to the wisdom of Corala, is known to be an effect of the evil of others, allowing Corala to balance and awaken both the lighter side and darker side of these mortals. When one is met with a darker side, Corala tends to their wounded feelings, allowing them to be reborn many, many times into a new life until one is met with warmth and kindness.

The Iluayans of Caskaris recognized Corala as the keeper of the many tides of fate, holding the power of controlling those chaotic tides to allow Iluayans to be reborn into the shores of life. It is Corala that is represented by the ancient, ugly crone, a wise old woman who reveals the fates of those who come to her for guidance, however cryptic this guidance may be. She is known to bestow her gifts of insight onto her faithful followers, allowing them to see into the future woven by Corala.

The Aevayans of Ethrekas acknowledge Corala in the form of their acceptance of those gifted with the eye of fate, these people peering into the future in order to make sense of the present, as they believe the future has been decided by Corala herself. She is also considered a member of the old gods, the term used to describe the deities they worshipped in a previous era.

The Varayans of Caskaris worshipped Corala as one of their triumvirate of gods, the gods having been born into the mortal flesh of their own people on various occasions, granting those imbued with their powers the gift of certain omniscience as they reigned supreme to the others of their race. In this culture, Corala is known to be tasked with the upkeep and balance of the mortal plane, being a deity formed from both the light and the dark just as the Varayans believe themselves to be, along with all beings that reside within the cosmic void.

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ALIGNMENT QUIZ

Chaotic Neutral

You are 22.5% evil, 55.8% chaotic, making you chaotic neutral.

Chaotic Neutral people believe that there ultimately is no order to anything, including their own actions. With this as their guiding principle, they tend to follow whatever their fancy tells them to. Good and evil are irrelevant when making a decision. Chaotic Neutral people are often extremely difficult to deal with. Although they promote the ideals of freedom, it is their own freedom that comes first. Chaotic Neutral individuals are free-spirited and do not enjoy the unnecessary suffering of others, but if they join a team, it is because that team's goals happen to coincide with their own at the moment. They resent taking orders and can be very selfish in their pursuit of their personal goals. Yet their methods of achieving their goals are often disorganized, unorthodox, and almost entirely unpredictable.

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