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l0uterstella · 3 months

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YOUR MELODY: Analysis, Merold's Manipulation

(Parts are still incomplete like the flower language) full english lyrics, Ever Red theory (MUST READ TO UNDERSTAND THIS POST) Updated: Feb 25 2024

Flower Language

(thanks to my friend Lux for finding most of them)

Rimicha - sunflower, birds of paradise Sunflower: Symbols of joy, adoration, and loyalty. There's a story in Greek Mythology of a nymph who turns into the flower after losing her lover Birds of paradise: Symbols of joy, paradise, freedom, and a sense of exploration

Hallritt - red periwinkle - symbol of purity, everlasting love, loyalty to friends, and hope

Merold - white and pink easter lily, white chrysanthemum, baby's breath, white spider lily, white and pink rose, hyacinth - together as a bouquet, all these flowers symbolize devoted love and loyalty, feelings of strong familial love and homesickness, positivity, happiness and admiration for the receiver, along with "seeking forgiveness/deep regret" with the hyacinths

Mirror flowers: lily, daisy, carnation, 4th still unknown - Together as a bouquet, these flowers represent celebration/hope for happiness, love and connection. Some flowers also share a meaning of rebirth or missing someone

Broken Mirror

Broken mirrors typically symbolize a shattered self-image, fractured identity, and a sense of loss. I'll most likely be covering the voice drama in another post, but in the first episode, Hallritt is seen easily defeating a seed in one hit. Maybe Merold feels like his role as the strongest knight is being challenged? Which is why he accuses Hallritt of being a failure as a knight in the teaser for episode 2. In another scene, these two frames are right next to each other. Instead of the diamond flipping around like it did before, Merold just completely replaces Hallritt.

The MV also had multiple "waves"/glitches, which recently has been a recurring theme of Seed's presence.

ELDRITT/HALLRITT SYSTEM

Hallritt also feels a bit "off" in the MV. It's possible that it's Eldritch Hallritt/Eldritt/The "original Hallritt" currently present. It's a bit confusing to tell which timeline the MV is set in, but it might make more sense with the System Hallritt headcanon. Eldritt formed as a protector and gatekeeper who used to hide the truth from the "current Hallritt", before deciding it'd be beneficial if he knew the truth and did something about it. Following this, the MV is in the 2nd timeline as my timeline theory suggests (with the voice dramas being the 1st timeline), and Eldritt is simply fronting instead of Hallritt.

There's also this scene where Hallritt sings: "As if two hearts are on top of each other, I want to be connected by the same rhythm"

ELDRITCH MEROLD

Merold seems to know about the 1st timeline. He holds a ribbon, which is what represents the memories of that timeline in Ever Red. He is also seen multiple times with a corrupted version, possibly hinting at him having an Eldritch (seed corruption) form as well.

The lyrics seem to have him hinting at the 1st timeline to Hallritt. If you corrupt the future, you echo its dark history.

To summarize: Merold is threathened by Hallritt's strength, yet he also knows the truth of what he did/will do. He wants to get rid of him somehow, or at least keep him in his place. He put up a face to seem trustworthy, but someday, that facade will shatter like the mirror.

BONUS

1. Merold losing his vision? Really not much proof here aside from this quick frame

2. blob people. idk who or what they are yet

3. there's one transiton where something that look like vines turn into (angel? dove?) feathers and another one with a broken crystal. could it be referencing cielomort's death? is it his crystal strawberry from aozora?

(Why? Why?) This heart (Why? Why?) It's fragile (Why? Why?) No matter what, I love you most (Why? Why?) It's overflowing (Why? Why?) These desires A melody just for you

#rimicha's just chililng #“melody” definetely means something too but i'm unsure what yet #may edit in the future #fragaria memories #fragmem #fragaria memories theory #hallritt #merold #rimicha

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lomloomis · 3 months

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ﾟ+:ꔫ:﹤ ╰┈➤ Reader is inspired by Hikaru from "The summer Hikaru died" not to much really tho. 【He/him pronouns | Male assigned reader】 tws | Angst | Death

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'Such a foolish creature.' An Mysterious Eldritch spoke as he glared at you with emotionless expression on it's "face" It job was to fulfill your last wish... And take your soul. As the second last of the Yakshas. Your soul will go thourgh the most unexplainable tortures deep in hell due to karmic debt. 'What's your death wish?' He spoke to you as you barely took your last breaths, your eyes started to lose the sparkle as you said 'Please... Tell Xiao...' You weren't able to finish your words and fell on your face as the blood ran down your back like a waterfall. 'Xiao?' The monster let out a sigh, and looked into your memories. To see who you exactly were. The creature's eyes widened at the sudden realization 'You're not as selfish as the others... Fool." He devoured your soul and buried your body as fast as he could and engraved your name on the gravestone. 'I will fulfill your wish, M/N.' He said once more as he proceed his work The Eldritch duplicated his own soul and entered your body. Giving itself some of your own traits... The memories... Yet the sparkle in your eyes was gone, and could never be bringed back. He started his way to Liyue Harbor to fulfill the wish as fast as he could. 'Hey Xiao Xiao.' "You" leaned on him as you appeared just behind him. Giving him a cute smile and putting your hair behind your ear. 'M/n?' He looked in your empty eyes, everytime they looked at them he felt the love and kindness. But now it was gone? 'Is something wrong Xiao?' "You" asked him with that fake smile, he furrowed his eyebrows as he pulled off his weapon. 'You aren't him.' 'You're right.' The Eldritch replied putting your hands in the air. 'I'm not him, but he wanted me to let you know...' Some unknown fluid started to leak out of your eyes. Those were your tears, he could sense it. Yet they were black and thic, they weren't like those which he used to brush off your cheeks. The other Shards of your soul left inside your body mixed up with the Eldritch's one as you began to cry louder. 'Where is M/N?!" Xiao glanced at "you" with his sharp look which were hidden by the mask. 'I'm the Eldritch." Xiao was speechless 'I'm sorry, Xiao.' Your words shouted in his head. The liquid started leaking out even more. 'He really loved you.' The Eldritch said... The story you build up with your loved one. Had gone to waste, the creature never saw any Yaksha nor Adepti soul build up that sort of relationship with someone else. You were... Really specific to it. The things you had done to keep Xiao safe, happy... To learn him how to love after all. 'I'm so so sorry Xiao...' The other shards of your soul spoke to him as he grasped on his hair. Your voice echoed in the mountains. You sounded like a melody even if you were dead. 'It was a dreamy experience meeting with you." You cried out and hugged him... Even if he shouldn't be supposed to see you, he definitely felt it. He opened his swollen eyes just to see your bloodied face with red cheeks dirted with tears. he hugged you back... All he felt was your body dissolving with his touch. 'No.' He couldn't believe as he looked at his hand, in one of it was a broken crystal. 'M/N... I love you.' Yet this time you couldn't appear with your silly smile and kiss him on his forehead... Smiling and looking at stars holding hands He knew he couldn't bring that back... And again another star in his life was gone, and was unable to come back. 'You shined the brightest of them all, love.'

#xiao x male reader #xiao x reader #male reader #genshin fanfic #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #alatus #yaksha #xiao genshin impact #angst #tw death #xiao angst #the summer hikaru died #lovers #xiao x you #male y/n #mitski

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cult-of-a-buttercup · 11 months

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Hey. Have you ever wondered what each boss fight OST could mean for each bishop? No? Well too bad!!! This is all about that!!!!! (Links to the songs are on the names :] )

Leshy’s theme

Leshy’s boss fight is usually the first one you go through- though you can defeat whatever boss you want first, he would be the most common option since Darkwood is the first zone you unlock.

His theme is very simple when compared to the others? The whole song feels very magical, in a similar way like a fantasy world- it reminds me of medieval bards probably because of the string instruments. And the whole magic thing is blame of the chorus that shit goes hard

The lack of complexity of Leshy’s song could show that this is a bit of a first- he hasn’t fought much in his eldritch form before, so he does as best he knows with little thought. Him being the “first” boss also makes him a somewhat easier opponent, so it only adds on to this. Also the ending of the song really makes it seem like something surprising has happened- again because of the chorus. Very probably because. You know. First bishop who EVER got killed. Bit of a shocker. Things are going to change from now on you feel me.

Heket’s theme

Heket’s theme goes HARD. It’s probably my favorite one

The the first few seconds of the intro SCREAM destruction. This girl is there to demolish you and to make sure the One who Waits stays chained FOREVER. It’s very fast paced and it keeps going fast for a while before a chorus kicks in and holy SHIT I don’t know why but the melody it follows just. Makes me think of sorrow. Of how sad all of this prophecy really is and how this has affected Heket for CENTURIES now.

AAAND this is BACKED UP by dialog!!! If you go to Anura without killing Leshy she says this:

“The Bishops… my family. Have they not suffered enough? Have I not suffered enough?”

“We fought, pathetic vessel. We bled. We grieved. And yet the Red Crown wants more. No more.”

HELLO??? LIKE SHE’S SO SAD AND IT SHOOOWSSS IN HER FUCKING OST i love this game:;;:; the fact that she remarks that they GRIEVED the loss of her brother too- this poor girl has to every reason to never miss or think about her brother but how can she?? He was one of her older brothers, one of her mentors. Of course she misses him and probably still hurts because of his betrayal- both emotionally and literally because of her injuries. But you think she’s going to let her “feelings” get in the way???? NO. She’s going to kill you. That’ll make her feel better (eternal denial)

Kallamar’s theme

The build up of Kallamar’s theme genuinely just reminds me of royalty and. Mermaids. This squid is out here to show just how GOOD he is at killing lambs. KING of lamb slaughter you could say. LORD of murder. The chorus it has and the instruments really make it look like he’s a force to be reckoned with and that his fight will be filled with power!! With the grace only a king and a god could have!!! But even so it still has a few parts near the middle where it like slows down and shows maaybe a bit of insecurity. Knowing Kallamar wanted to avoid this fight at all costs it wouldn’t surprise me that his confidence in fight comes and goes in flashes, much like the parts with flutes and singing after the “greatness” introduction. My poor man is having a crisis out here someone help him

Shamura’s theme

Something that really catches my attention is that unlike the rest of the boss themes, this song has no initial build up or intro. It’s pretty straightforward. And honestly??? (WARNING: SHAMURA PROPAGANDA) it just shows how important they are. They need no introduction, they’re the bishop of war and knowledge! The one and only, Shamura!!! You already know who it is, they don’t have to make it clear with an introduction. It’s either that or a reflection of how used they are to war and combat, so they don’t make it as much of a big deal as their siblings. OR since they already knew it was going to happen, it simply isn’t big news and they’ve been waiting for this to happen for too long to care.

It’s also really quick paced and goes very well with their boss fight, considering how aggressive it is compared to Leshy’s or Heket’s. Even so, like the others it has a part in the middle where it slows down a little and has a smaaaall little chorus in the back before building back up to a quicker pace. Could be that they’re analyzing what’s going on or that their injuries are acting up again so they need a breather- it also gives it this slightly sorrowful feeling to it AUGH.

The ending of the song is also different, like Leshy’s. Though the ending of Shamura’s theme really make it sound like something big happened- not because it has never been seen before but because its over. There’s no more bishops, the Old Faith is fucking gone. If you beat them last, that is JWRBIFDNB

Narinder’s theme + The One who Waits’ theme

Hooooly shit these two songs go hard. Also two of my favorites.

The introduction makes it SO clear that something has unleashed like you don’t have to be playing to know something BIG is happening. This one has only a voice and the bass- it makes it feel very majestic and divine in a way I can’t really explain, if you get it you get it. Honestly I have no comments. It’s mystical, it shows that you are fighting a GOD and that is IT.

The fact that it’s two separate songs also makes me think a lot about how Narinder was part of the Old Faith, but The One who Waits is NOT. Basically when comparing osts Narinder’s theme sounds a lot more like what we’ve seen with the other bishops while toww is a LOT more aggressive and just overall heavy handed?? It makes me think that like he’s DONE playing around.

Other things I noticed:

All mini-boss themes are similar to a small sample of their respective bishop

Other locations like Sozo’s cult or Midas’ cave also have similarities to the bishop’s themes or rather their areas

Baal’s theme is longer than Aym’s. Could mean many things, like Baal is older or that his fight takes a bit longer. Most people know Aym is the weakest link since he falls coughing after some attacks he makes, so it only makes sense

Narinder’s theme is more similar to Aym’s and The One who Waits’ is more similar to Baal’s

Shamura’s theme is the longest between all bishops with 2:35 minutes

WOW this took a minute but yeah. I hope everyone likes it!

I’d love to see what all of you think!! Maybe you think I’m absolutely wrong or want to add on- either way I will read everything with them big old eyes ❤️

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breannasfluff · 4 months

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Eldritch Dreams

Wild dreams. Shouting, half-heard conversations.

“It’s his fault! He did this to us!”

“It was Time’s choice!”

“Was it? Why didn’t you make him use the mask sooner?”

“I tried! Don’t you think I care?”

“Clearly not!”

The words blur and warp, turning into screams that descend into howls. The noise echoes in his ears for longer than they should.

Wild dreams. Memories of the past.

“I will hunt you down and kill you. Each and every one. Yet you, you will be last because this is all your fault. Perhaps I will give this body back as my sword sinks into your chest. Your hero can witness the destruction he’s brought.”

“I’ll save them,” Wild rasps. “Both of them. You can’t have them.”

“You don’t have a choice. Watch out, little heroes. Dark Deity is coming.”

He reaches for the vanishing figure, yet the pain in his chest encompasses all. He’s bleeding. No, he is—was possessed. By the oily, pulsating thing from the forest. Or is he bleeding?

Perhaps it is both.

Wild dreams. Sounds he’s never heard, yet knows.

The grumble of a wolf, put upon, yet young and naïve. A song with no words for the end of the day to call forth the stars. A whistle winding through leaves is a melody more pleasing than expected. The sound of teeth tearing into flesh, killing and maiming.

A laugh, easy as breathing.

Wild dreams.

And then he wakes.

Read the rest here

#eldritch dreams #eldritch wild #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu twilight #lu wolfie #lu fierce deity #lu time #eldritch dark deity #linked universe #linkeduniverse #breannasfluff #my writing #eldritch is back baby!

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paperhats-and-evil-schemes · 7 months

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Wind tore through the trees, playing a hateful melody that cursed their names for the heinous act they’d just committed. Cerulean flames shot upwards from the summoning circle, dancing with the shadows born from its hellish light, and a deafening caterwaul of demonic screams accompanied the mass of distorted flesh and bone that manifested before them. When the conglomeration of disembodied parts took proper form, it left in front of them what was basically a color-inverted Black Hat, as was expected. Soft, large feathers poked out of the ribbon tied around the being’s silky white top hat, its body adorned with a pristine white suit. A royal blue brooch was pinned at the neck of its shirt, the same kind of sapphire-looking jewel that stood atop the scepter it held in its hand. One could almost call the creature angelic. Not the gentle, dainty brand of winged and haloed humans that one might find in a children’s book, but rather, the cryptic, horrifying kind of beauty found in biblical monstrosities, cramming its way into an ill-fitting humanoid form. Yet, there was nothing holy to be found in those eyes. Nothing at all to be found in them, in fact. Hollow, soulless eyes bore their way through Claire, their passing stare leaving a crawling sensation behind as though bugs were squirming beneath her skin, desperate for escape. It was only when its gaze fell on Long Moth next, that book in his hands, that any sort of interest crossed its face, however fleeting it may have been. Even worse was when the thing spoke to her superior in some sort of twisted eldritch tongue that grated on her ears, damn near making them bleed in the process. Clearing his throat, Long Moth took a hesitant step towards the creature. “You are the being that’s known as White Hat, correct?” Recognition passed through White Hat’s features when its summoner spoke. It repeated itself, this time in a language the heroes could understand. “How may I serve you?”

WELP, DIDN'T END UP GETTING CHAPTER 1 DONE BY OCTOBER LIKE I WANTED, BUT I FINALLY FINISHED THESE STUPID DRAWINGS I'VE HAD AS WIPS FOR MONTHS, SO I'LL THROW THIS OUT HERE AS WELL AS SOME WRITING SINCE I STILL TECHNICALLY OWED NOSY ANON A PROPER SNIPPET LMAO

#Art is hard guys why didnt anybody WARN ME #villainous #white hat #OP #My ability to draw spooky body horror has fled from my brain so I just drowned him in fire to avoid artistic responsibilities lol

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herbertwest · 1 month

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I was really psyched for the Zipheads' new album after they released their 'Telekinesis' single, but the two singles they've released for the album after that sound so dated. : /

I know that's what they're shooting for (back to the rockabilly days or whatever) but it's just not interesting.

That being said, the Zipheads are an underrated psychobilly band that I'd highly recommend. Start with the tracks 'Telekinesis' and 'Revenge.'

#eldritch melodies #textual abominations

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xysidhequeen · 8 months

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💚 yo ya'll remember when I'd give you snippets as presents for asks?

We're bringing that back to an extent. Just a little teaser. Since we're now at 8.1k for the next chapter/part. Which yes I have been writing, and no, I'm not avoiding my issues.

As always, this is before I've edited anything because editing murders muses FYI. So if the grammar is off or there's a typo, no there isn't you didn't see shit.

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A wash of energy over his incorporeal and invisible body froze him in place in the sky. The sensation blanketing him wasn't hostile per se, but it was powerful. He wouldn't place it on the same playing field as Nox or Clockwork, but the power pulsating through him was certainly above the caliber of most of Danny's rogue gallery that weren't Ancients.

He could hear the sounds of laughter and screams, playing like a discordant melody he couldn't quite find the beat to. The scent of smog, smoke and death hung heavy in his nose and on his tongue. The sensation of despair, joy, insanity pounded through him like he was being caressed.

It seemed Gotham had decided to say hello.

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Anyways I love Gotham. I'm aiming for something that fits what Gotham as a city is and also something eldritch and terrifying. When you meet her you'll get it. But also Gotham is freaking adorable, and I absolutely adore her to bits. But she'd give me nightmares 100%. Gotham also doesn't act like a normal ghost because I've firmly put city spirits in a classification all their own.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #ghost king danny #danny phantom crossover #The King And His Red Knight #The King And His Red Knight AU #TKAHRK #TKAHRK AU #Zee Answers

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ink-au-askblog · 2 months

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Tea Time With An Eldritch

In which there is neither tea nor time, but there is definitely an Eldritch and a child who is one, yet not quite.

TW: Eye, Character Death, Betrayal, Injury

It hurts.

Sans peers coldly through the metal railings as gravity drags you down, down, down. Your chest aches. Aches from the surprise and confusion. Aches from the betrayal of someone you thought to be your friend. Aches from the realization that it is your fault, that you have been hurting him all along, that this so-called friendship and happiness is nothing but a delusion made up by your own selfishness.

It hurts.

Lava burns through your skin, through your bones, through your very core. You scream, but you no longer have a mouth to do so. You cry, but the tears you shed have been swallowed by the scorching heat.

And then-

And then, darkness.

It hurts.

Darkness. Pain. Darkness. The shadow digs its claws into your flesh and rips. You cannot think. You cannot speak. You cannot breathe. Every fiber, every atom of your entire being is torn apart, scattered, rearranged, and then torn apart again. Over and over and over.

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts ithurtsithurtsithurts-

You wake up. You never expected to.

Your body trembles with phantom pains. If you close your eyes, you may even feel that unrelenting, encompassing darkness again. But you don't. You won't. You can't.

(It hurts.)

It takes an embarrassing amount of time for you to realize that you are not as alone as you think.

An eye, wide and unblinking and all-seeing, cradled by gigantic hands that seem less like human limbs and more like the messy drawings of a toddler etched into reality. Distantly, you wonder if you can fit the whole Underground into that majestic pupil, but the thought is drowned out by a panic so deep and intensified that the breath shatters inside your lungs, a handful of glass shards cutting and clawing at your inside.

Funny. You would have believed that your fear had run out.

Before you can- Can what? Fight? Act? Flee? What can you even do against such an unfathomable and incomprehensible creature?- said unfathomable and incomprehensible creature has beaten you to the punch.

OH! It beams, and its voice is the stray idea of someone else, the rumbling change of revolution, the gentle melody of a flute, the ceaseless whispers of a thousand stories, everything and nothing all at once. HELLO, LITTLE ONE <CREATION-OF-MINE, MORTAL CHILD, BEAUTIFUL-AND-FLAWED-AND-PERFECT>! HOW DID YOU GET HERE?

"I," the answer slips out before it can register in your mind, tainted with terror and awe and a strange sort of instinctive reverence. "I think I'm lost."

BUT OF COURSE YOU ARE! AFTER ALL, WHO WOULD WILLINGLY WALK INTO THE VOID <GREAT MOTHER, THE-END-OF-ALL-AND-THE-BEGINNING-OF-NONE>? Yellow tickles at the back of your throat, the echo of a giggle that is not your own. YOUR WEAK, FRAGILE MORTAL MIND WOULD SIMPLY BE TORN TO SHREDS. AH, EXCEPT YOUR MIND ISN'T QUITE SHREDS YET, IS IT?

Its pupil constricts, something peering through the cracks of that endless depth. Something that looks almost like curiosity. Or glee, even.

You feel as if you were Atlas, straining to bear the weight of the world beneath your tiny, brittle shoulders. You feel as if this was the heat death of the universe and you were staring straight into the sun as its flameS consumed you wholly and completely.

(It hurts. But it doesn't. But it does. And you want to weep because you have never been so happy so fearful so small.)

TELL ME, LITTLE ONE <NOT MORTAL CHILD, FASCINATING ONE, YOU-WHO-ARE-LOST-AND-FORGOTTEN>, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

Once again, you open your mouth before you can realize it- the mere idea of not answering has not even crossed your mind- and yet, the words linger upon the tip of your tongue.

The name you used to carry, does it really belong to you now? That name had died the moment Sans's palms touched your back and pushed, the moment your entire body was burnt by molten lava, the moment you died and reborn and died and reborn and died and reborn in the realm between space and time.

No. That name does not belong to you anymore.

So you gently lay it down, as slow and careful as one would lay down a casket, tucked deep beneath the crust of your heart like a gaping wound. With a heavy weight that almost resembles grief, you reply.

"Core Frisk." The words drape over your shoulders like a new coat, clumsy and unfamiliar. "I'm Core Frisk."

HELLO, CORE FRISK <VOID-TOUCHED, VOID-MADE, A-GOD-BUT-NOT-QUITE, SO-GLAD-TO-MEET-YOU>. I'M CALAMITY <VOID-BORN, GUARDIAN OF THE MULTIVERSE, OUTER GOD OF CREATION>. BUT PLEASE, CALL ME INK.

#undertale #undertale multiverse #undertale multiverse au #utmv #utmv au #mod onion #calamity #not an ask #ink sans #core frisk

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monstersdownthepath · 11 months

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Other critters I need to mention more on this blog at some point:

--The King of Glass: Outer God that’s a living planet. The world has fallen in love with its sun and showers it with ‘gifts’ taken from all over the cosmos. It primarily gathers these gifts by trading with mortals and immortals, sending out elaborate, eldritch artwork made from the rainbow-shaded glass it can create from the sand that makes up most of its body in exchange for gifts for its beloved. While these works tend to be mundane (if unsettling), more than a few of them have some unusual, otherworldly, or even dangerous function.

--Oa-Imago, the Deepwoods Mirage: Chaotic Good Great Old One that lives in the border between dream and reality and can cause the two to overlay with its presence. Enjoys dancing among mortal dreams and visiting its favorite ‘friends’ in the waking world to transform them into whatever they desire, though its efforts to contain its destructive and disorienting presence are... lacking, in some areas. It has little concept of pain, fear, or death; these things mean little to a dream, after all, though it’s come to understand that it must undo what it does to its ‘friends’ more often than not.

--The Gravesong: A mysterious melody that haunts the First World like a specter; some remnant of a fallen Eldest, or a haunting song too beautiful to ever stop playing, or perhaps the shards of whatever Death could be found in the First World before it was moved closer to the Positive Energy Plane. Anyone who hears it becomes obsessed with the idea of recreating it, but normal musical instruments won’t do. No, the only equipment that could properly capture the Gravesong have to be crafted from more robust materials. Flesh, blood, bone, and things still stranger, so long as they relate to death and decay.

--The Indomitable Radiance: A creature referenced a few times in other articles already; the Radiance is an Outer God of beauty so pristine, flawless, and true that no creature that looks upon it can bear to look away. With the loss of its home dimension, the Radiance is concerned with preparing a cabal of trusted individuals from all over the Great Beyond to maintain and impose its alien ideals of order and beauty on whatever unwitting world it longs to conquer, with the long-term hope of establishing a society so perfect and cleanly that it can march upon the universe and eradicate Chaos (in all its forms) altogether... because the background radiation of entropy itself causes frays and faults across its body, and that won’t do.

--Aquila-Rediannadier, the Inverse Orchestra: Perhaps it’s a song, or an idea, or a form of life so bizarre it could never survive in our cosmos in any other form. It is perhaps a child of Azathoth, because it seems to dance to the orchestra that surrounds the Sultan, but more importantly is that its amorphous body reflects alien melodies into its surroundings, much to the detriment of whatever creatures may be nearby. Some find madness, some find destruction, but some find twisted inspiration in watching it sing and dance.

--The Loathsome, Shaggy Beast: An abomination, a glitch in reality made manifest when the Eldest Fey Imbrex dared to dream a little too far beyond reality. It’s purposely nameless as to avoid being defined, rejecting any attempt by the world to tell it what it should be as it shifts from grotesque form to abhorrent shape; the title that it bears was imposed upon it by the Eldest in an attempt to cage its concept in a body that could be killed, but as a living recurring nightmare it cannot be permanently slain, rising time and time again from dream and memory.

--The Mother of Filth and her children: A disgusting and corrupt Outer God from a past cycle, the Mother of Filth is bound by obsession in all its forms, but is primarily obsessed with reclaiming all the power it once had by consuming and replacing entire civilizations with its Filthbreed simulacra. There’s also its children, the siblings of the Bloodletter and Clorpt, each claimed by a different obsession: The Wretched, obsessed with microbial life; and the Fragrance Architect, obsessed with scents and decay.

--A bunch of demigods: Like Caerbannog, Nascent Demon Lord of Aggressive Mimicry and Camouflage; an unnamed Vesltrac Demagogue of isolation and meditation, who locks victims away in featureless demiplanes until their sanities have snapped; Saint Caligine, velstrac founder of “Gastromasochism,” who encourages his followers to consume horrifying (and especially spicy) foods to experience new forms of pain; and a handful of disgusting qlippoth lords.

#original concepts #this doesn't even cover the stuff that's not original to me that im converting nonetheless

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l0uterstella · 2 months

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KEY MY NOTES ANALYSIS

aka fragmem was ALMOST happy for once full english lyrics updated: Mar 31 2024

Not much to theorize on for this? So again like All so Bad this is more of an analysis than a theory. This song is mainly about Kurode finding his way; Finding himself as his own person separate from his brother. His "notes" represent self-affirmation from himself and his members

"Until this desire dies out / Until my wish comes true" = Until he finally surpasses Merold. Bellflowers represent gratitude, everlasting love, and humility, but in some cultures, it also represents death, which is why people put Bellflowers along graves. They're open to things changing, just not yet. Kurode isn't ready to face Merold yet; He isn't ready to show his gratitude towards him (and isnt ready to see him die somehow), and so he hides his "key" away.

(Side note. "Someday the future will be a blank slate". Someday the future will be destroyed; aka the prophecy the stars tell the Stella twins in the voice drama of the Blue Continent being destroyed. Ciel I hate you)

The 6 stars in the back move like a compass, representing Blue Bouquet showing Kurode his way. Klark especially seems to be a big support for him. (and they were best friends)

Kurode's face almost looks like it's been ripped off, showing how he doesn't want to be recognized as Merold's brother.

(also notice how Klark's the only one that looks vaguely normal in this scene)

The song is a message (melody) to Merold, that Kurode will someday surpass him and finally be acknowledged.

MISCELLANEOUS STUFF

1. Klark keeps looking like a ghost. what. Also a big stretch but the glitch also makes him look like a soul. All so Bad souls for reference. The twins are actually biblically accurate angels or deities real not fake

2. More beheaded/eldritch Cielomort crumbs <3 (see Aozora no Memory theory)

3. Similar background as Aozora where Ciel's gem is falling. Kurode witnesses what happens to him?

4. There's this sequence of frames I'm not sure what to make of yet. Klark is alone but at the bottom, Kurode seems "faded" when Cielomort is there, but is back to normal when by himself. From the end of ep 1 of Blue's voice drama we know that Ciel is pretty ominous and not trusted by the Stella twins.

Even with the clumsiness under neither shade nor sunlight Sometimes we let go of our weakness Let me protect all of them if you need me to

#it wouldnt be a quincy theory/analysis if Someone doesn't have implied death #kuroklark nation (me and 2 oomfs) we are WINNING #kuro so cute....... now im 1000% a blue bouquet oshi #fragaria memories #fragmem #fragaria memories theory #blue bouquet #cielomort #kurode #klarkstella

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Eldritch Clone Troopers Again

I’m gonna revisit the Clones-Become-Something-Other idea but this time it’s not because of the Jedi.

The galaxy is, to put it bluntly, really fucking big. There’s a lot of weird not-understood-by-any-or-many stuff in it. And sure, the Force is all-encompassing and omnipresent, but that doesn’t mean everyone understands it the same. That doesn’t mean it’s the same everywhere.

Imagine if, by the end of the war, there’s at least 5 different kinds of Other/Eldritch SOMETHING going on with the troopers because they just keep running into the batshit weird stuff.

What doesn’t kill you changes you and all that.

And the changes spread somehow. Spread like a song, from veteran to shiny, from battalion to battalion. The shinies change to match their brothers, brothers who do not find something to change them find themselves matching their brothers. Like a disease some say, because they’re scared and they don’t know what’s happening and change can be terrifying and it’s up to their brothers to say it’s alright, we’ve got you, metamorphosis isn’t easy but it will pass. The changes spread like a song and when they hit other battalions that have their own song they don’t go further there, because they’ve already got their favorite tune and it’s not about to change, so they compare songs and cheer or tease about each other’s lyrics and melodies, and maybe trade tips, but they don’t trade songs.

No one knows who changes first.

Maybe it’s the Wolfpack, and oh they will never hear the end of the jokes, jokes that must be either run with or hated, because a hurricane brought on land forced them to shelter in an abandoned temple for long enough to be noticed. Those people were shapeshifters once, skin changers and berserkers, and their deities (deities are not representations of the Force but they’re the next best thing, beings made of the Force without being the Force made Flesh, and thus not bound to mortality, though they are not everlasting) remember and miss the days when they had worshipers who took the forms of animals and sang in chorus.

Each member of the Wolfpack can take the shape of a canine. Give it some time, and it seems like every canine in the galaxy is represented somewhere by a clone trooper. There’s bleedover between their two skins now, eyes that are not a human’s but not their creature’s either and thus don’t fit into either face, teeth too sharp and too many for a human and paws with just enough fingers to grasp. These troopers have a taste for raw meat now, for the hunt, and sometimes they laugh and chase their brothers around Coruscant and sometimes they hunt droids and generals, and sometimes they bring down creatures three times their size and feast. They howl and bark and cry together, a sound that shouldn’t harmonize but somehow does, and together they sing.

The 501st and the 212th will never agree who’s fault this was or who gets the credit, depending on who’s talking. It surprises no one that they change together, it would have been more of a shock if they’d each become something separately. They can’t agree on what it was that changed them either. They agree only on the planet. Maybe it was something in the water, which was drinkable but ran golden in every light, maybe it was the ruins, whose stones made their jedi wobble without knowing why, maybe it was the planet itself. The planet that was awake, and watching, and listening. The planet that felt the beat of the troopers’ feet when they danced and tasted the blood they shed and who knows the logic of a planet?

They’re growing now, these troopers. Growing thorns in place of nails and flowers in place of eyes, and their blood flows thick like sap. There’s green on their lips now, chlorophyll that tolerates the rations but practically purrs in the sunlight, and whenever there’s the slightest chance the troopers strip down as much as they dare and soak in the sunlight, relish in the heat and light on their green-tinted skin and the ferns that curl along their scalps, the petals growing around their wrists and the algea growing between their toes that relishes the cool of water. They love to dance in the sunlight and their footsteps sign their names where they step, leaving new leaves and budding flowers in their wake.

The 327th plays host for one month to a flock of something that isn’t a phoenix or a firebird, but those are the only words they can think to apply. No one knows how they got on the ship. But their general says they’re peaceful and friendly besides, and radiating light in the force like a star (and aren’t they made of fire in the same way, they are not candleflame or forest fire or lava but starfire) and they make the cold of space warm, so the men grow to relax around them and are sad to see them go. They don’t take all of their warmth with them.

Spill their blood and it’s scalding hot, searing rock and metal and burning holes through fabric, raising blisters on the skin of anyone who doesn’t match their boiling heat. They could shower in icy water and fill the room with steam, indeed water sizzles when it lands. One trooper, with too much time and the right material, finds out that yes he can fry an egg on his hand and that’s a funny story but it’s also the least of what they can do, because these men can dance in a forest ablaze and fear neither heat nor smoke, can walk over lava and stare into suns, the suns that their eyes resemble because they’ve turned into stars. These troopers burn and shine and to compare them to distinct lights is much less of a metaphor than it was before.

Coruscant latches her teeth into the Coruscant Guard and there’s nothing they can do about it. That planet is a different kind of war than their brothers are facing but they’ve got casualty lists nonetheless and it takes no less persistence and skill and luck to survive it. There’s darkness in the city, pushing at the light of the Temple, and there’s light in the Guard but it’s the darkness that seeps into their blood, pulsing through them with each beat of their heart and each inhale.

It’s hard to look at the Guard now. They’ve become creatures of blood and shadow, muscle and bone, and death is just a word now because they know their bodies like no one else and they can simply knit themselves back together. The shades in place of their skin cover but do not hide the flesh beneath, the roll of organs, and where their eyes should be are pits or flickering streetlights or something moving that can only be glimpsed. Their minds seep along each other like oil on water, touching without merging, and it doesn’t make them safe it doesn’t fix the problem, but it keeps them from ever being alone, keeps any more of them from dying at the hands of those they protect, and that’s no small thing. The Guard tends not to speak much, but they tap constantly, tap and drum their words and tunes and the constant pulse of their shared heartbeat, their shared blood.

The SCUBA troops are the ones that bring the ocean into play. They catch the notice of an old god-goddess-divinity in a deep ocean, someone that isn’t really awake but instead the divine equivalent of half-asleep and half-dreaming and, much like a human just awake enough to not properly be asleep, makes a vague change to their dream without thinking about it.

These troopers don’t walk so much as flow; somehow they always look like they’re moving through water. Gills carve through their skin and salt water feels like coming home but fresh water is almost as good and aside from their gills only a few of them become like fish, only a few find their fingers webbed or learn they can grow tentacles at will, but all of them can swim through any water like they were made for it, can see through it clear as day, can laugh and dance on a ship in a thunderstorm without fear. And oh their dreams, they find their brothers in their dreams, bring them out of the choppy dark of nightmares and into the soothing calm of sweet dreams, they dream of things that are long gone and things that might be and things that could have been but never were, things that are known and things that cannot be understood.

Slowly, they grow to see the changes in their other brothers, their family, and it’s always a shock but it’s a good kind, oh you’ve changed to tell me how, how do you find it, it’s like unexpectedly meeting an old friend you haven’t seen in years but in minutes you’re sharing everything that’s happened since you met. And these changes, they don’t make the troopers force users but they give them a bit of awareness, enough to see who’s changed, to see the fingerprints of the force in the galaxy.

Some of them return to Coruscant and the Guard’s constant armor is as almost as much to keep them in the “proper” shape as it is to protect them and they above all know how to hide, so it takes sometime to see those fingerprints of change on them but they do and oh you’ve changed too what on earth did you run into to make that happen you’re supposed to be safe from the craziness here and one of the Guards laughs. It sounds like choking and cracking bones and hysteria.

Palpatine dies within a week. The war ends soon after.

When the clones rejoice, there are those who can change their skin and those with flowers for eyes, those burning with plasma and those who bleed uninjured and those who could walk the depths, all side by side and celebrating together as family does. Some of them are singing songs with harmonies that can’t be matched, some are dancing in a way that leaves clover behind them, some are shining in effusive joy, some are drumming out their pulse in accompaniment to the singing, and some are dreaming this for the little brothers awaiting them on Kamino. See your brothers in joy, see what you can become, we’ll be there to get you soon.

#so yeah #the thing with the corries is inspired by Corrie Red on ao3 which I recommend #Eldritch clone troopers #eldritch #Clone Troopers #clone wars #star wars

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