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squishmallow36 · 11 months

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It's all I wish to hear tonight, and you're all I wish to be, and this is how we all fall - Chapter Two

Summary: the garvar fic has turned garvarioli! We've done a bit of a time skip because I didn't want to write the dating and the blushing and the getting to know each other blah blah blah. So now they're just in a relationship and the fact I didn't feel the need to slowburn it is astonishing to me. Anyway Garwin's gonna be joining the Neverseen officially. Yeah that's pretty much the whole plot.

Word count: 3011

TW: drug mention, murder mention, implied sex, swearing. This is the farthest into pg-13 territory I've gone but these idiots demand it.

Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed!): @stellar-lune @faggot-friday @kamikothe1and0lny @nyxpixels @florida-preposterously @poppinspop @uni-seahorse-572 @solreefs @remember-me-in-another-time @rusted-phone-calls @when-wax-wings-melt @good-old-fashioned-lover-boy7 @dexter-dizzknees @abubble125 @hi-imgrapes @callum-hunt-is-bisexual @xanadaus @callas-pancake-tree @hi-my-name-is-awesome @katniss-elizabeth-chase @arson-anarchy-death @dizzeners @thefoxysnake

The people who aren't on my taglist and I'm sorry for bothering you but you lost your minds on the last chapter so uh you did this to yourself (?): @camelspit @tw-5

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Previous chapter in case you missed it, but you don't really need it to read this :)

“You know, if you ignore all the work camps, Sadlitzagvadtka is a lovely place,” Alvar remarks.

Ruy’s laugh drags Garwin’s attention from the bubbling Eventide River, bright green as it crashes against the rocks.

“I mean, you could say the same thing about the USSR,” Garwin muses.

“Yes, but we ignore those parallels, love. I don’t want to have to send you to the gulag.” Alvar replies, crossing one leg over the other as he takes a sip of his choyi.

Much like most of the foods of the non-Forbidden Cities, choyi looks nothing like how it tastes. The sludgy green slime is in a direct contrast to its strawberry lemonade milkshake flavor. Although how it doesn’t curdle is apparently “beyond human comprehension.”

That’s just code for “we don’t know and we don’t want to admit it.” It was annoying at first, but it’s kind of become a running joke.

What the rest of the Neverseen doesn’t seem to grasp is that he does the same thing to them whenever he doesn’t feel like telling them about some cursed human shit.

They absolutely lost their shit when he told them about Twinkies. If they can’t handle apocalypse-proof snack cakes, there’s a hundred other food crimes several points higher on a logarithmic scale they won’t be able to conceptualize without their pathetic little elvin brains shattering.

Like pineapple on pizza.

Garwin can’t physically have less of an opinion, but the idea of having to explain the concept to elves makes him want to jump off a cliff. And not in the Sophie-teleportation way.

Hey--don’t think about that bitch. First she’s accepted into Yale with a full scholarship and now she has four abilities. Apparently she’s some sort of science experiment. I hope they transposed a decimal place.

“What am I in for tomorrow?” Garwin asks after a moment of silence.

Alvar opens his mouth, but Ruy interrupts him before he gets the chance. “Cállate, mi vida. Sharing any details would be a violation of the Neverseen code article seven, section three, ‘the council is always watching so don’t discuss confidential shit in public.’”

“I call bullshit. You people are nowhere near organized enough to have an official code.”

“Well, yes,” Alvar concedes. “But it’s more fun if you don’t know what’s going to happen. Besides, I’m sure Fintan has cooked up some interesting changes from when we swore fealty, so anything we tell you could be completely wrong by now.”

“Yes, but I’m sure at least one of you have been involved in the planning,” Garwin argues.

“We can neither confirm nor deny that,” Ruy says, admitting his guilt.

Garwin rolls his eyes. I picked these dumbasses over going to a nice, normal, human, non-ivy league school ? I mean--at least there’s no finals. I guess.

He takes a sip of his choyi.

“I promise it won’t be that painful,” Alvar says in an effort to remedy the situation, earning himself a glare from Ruy.

Garwin leans forward, head resting in his cupped hands. “And when did you become such a goody little two shoes rule follower, Exilium boy?”

Ruy rolls his eyes behind his addler, because of course he has it on. We’re in public--well, sort of, as there literally aren’t any ogres in a hundred foot radius--and that means we’ve gotta wear the addler.

It’s like how Garwin also conditioned himself to wear the same sweatshirt almost every single day one school year like it’s his own personal security blanket but we don’t talk about that.

But now the elves have stupid capes, so that solves that problem. Even if he doesn’t have an officially licensed Neverseen cape until probably tomorrow. Unless there’s some elaborate scheme being planned. Which of course there will be. This is what happens when you take three or more gay idiots and tell them to plan something.

If it ain’t absolute batshit, what’s the fucking point?

Alvar’s smile falls as he pulls out his Imparter. He must be getting harassed once again. This is why Garwin doesn’t have one. Well, that, and the fact that he’s not a legal resident of the Lost Cities. Same thing.

“Y’all can see that I’m busy right now so I can’t answer a hail, right?” he says tiredly.

“Yes, indeed.” Garwin throws back the last of his choyi, smiling.

“The Fork Man wants me for some shit and I’m having a good day, so he will be getting ignored for a while. Are we really sure I can’t come out to the Bullshit?”

“Bullshit” is Garwin’s nickname for the Black Swan because it both represents their ideology and, at least in English, they can be abbreviated the same way. At least his pathetic short human life will be worth something, even if it is just an inside joke that’s more explanation than it’s worth.

“You know what Fintan’s orders are, and if you don’t wanna get burnt to a crisp, I’d recommend following them. Now, that doesn’t mean he knows what he’s doing. It’s just a matter of self preservation. I don’t make the rules around here. If I did, we’d have to replace more Councillors than just the one.”

Alvar rolls his eyes at his Imparter. “The Fork Man is being very insistent. I have a feeling I’m gonna have to drop you two off at home and talk to him. Be prepared for some shit to be going down soon, regardless of whether or not I have a chance to share details.” He turns to his imparter, inventing new swear words just to curse at the Fork.

Like he said, Alvar drops Ruy and Garwin off at “home”--their assigned room at a Neverseen facility Garwin’s not allowed to know any details about--to much argument. He shan’t be allowed to have all the fun without them but alas, ‘tis the way the world works sometimes.

The next morning, Garwin sleepily blinks himself back to the land of the living, snuggled into the crook of Ruy’s neck, but there’s no Alvar to be found.

He better fucking be okay.

Ruy’s hand absently twirls Garwin’s hair, and when he notices that Garwin is slightly less dead to the world than usual, he smiles. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

“It’s still morning? Damn. Guess I gotta go back to sleep. Need my beauty rest.”

“Bitch, no amount of sleep is gonna help.”

Garwin huffs, turning away from Ruy. “Fuck you.”

“So soon after last night, mi amor?”

Garwin leans back to look at him. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“Yeah.” Ruy presses a soft kiss to his lips. God damn. If you weren’t so fucking hot, J wouldn’t put up with you. Love you, Rue.

Garwin kisses him again, pulling him close.

Ruy gently pushes him back. “Finny’s gonna be pissed if we miss the prescheduled time.”

“Fuck Finny.”

“Look, I get that you’re polyam. I know, no shit, Sherlock. But there is no way I’m going anywhere near him or near you again if you do. Man’s got his own harem.”

“Ooh, please do elaborate.”

“Let’s see…I’ve heard rumors that he and Bronte are or were a thing. Not sure if they’re still a thing though, considering the war crimes, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they were. And then have you ever wondered about the alliance with the Ogres? Dimitar. Fintan. Yeah. Then there’s Fallon, one of the original three Councillors. And I’m not completely sure on this one but there’s a prisoner in Lumenaria and I’ve got mixed evidence but I don’t doubt it. Uh, then there’s J.R.R. Tolkien. You might’ve heard of him because he’s a human. And how could we forget Shakespeare. He’s…also a human. If I remember correctly. I’m sure there’s more that I’m missing because I have actively tried to ignore everything, but yeah.”

With each name, Garwin regrets his life choices more and more. And more. “What the fuck do you mean Shakespeare? Like, the one of the William variety? The playwright?”

“Yeah. Sometimes Finny drops into iambic pentameter just to make us suffer. Are you really sure you want to be exposed to all of the Neverseen drama?”

“Might gouge my eyes out but, eh, whatever. Sounds fun. If Yale doesn’t want me I guess I’ll have to cause large amounts of havoc instead.”

Ruy smiles. “I’m going to go foraging for some semblance of a breakfast that doesn’t taste like dogshit. Don’t cause too much havoc while I’m gone.”

“No promises.”

Ruy shakes his head as he gets up, joints singing the song of his people--the Rice Crispy elves.

Garwin throws on some clothes and inhales breakfast before he’s led to a hideout he’s never seen before.

This one is really fucking bleak and really fucking disappointing. There’s probably tetanus on every surface of the grimy, ragged brick walls. It’s the exact kind of place where you should expect to have your body never found, but honestly if they’ve waited this long to kill him, that’s kind of their own poor planning.

A set of stairs leads into the even more murder-y looking abyss below.

Having no better options, Garwin slowly begins to make his way down without slipping on the mossy, uneven stairs and falling and bonking his head and dying.

At the bottom, he finds a room, larger than it seems like it should be, lit entirely by flickering, yellow candlelight. It catches on bottles of what appears to be wine set into racks every few feet or so.

He will never admit that this reminds him of a short story he was forced to read--and perhaps even enjoyed reading--in ninth grade English.

As Garwin steps closer to the middle of the room where a space has haphazardly cleared, he notices the first of many cloaked figures, white eyed lapels glowing in the dim light.

In total, around a dozen figures surround him, and he searches for Ruy in the crowd. Well, it’s not exactly a crowd, per se, but it feels like one in the cramped space.

It doesn’t take much effort to find him, with his long, dark hair curling out and escaping the hood.

That being said, Garwin can tell who most of the figures are without trying. From Umber’s absolutely sunny disposition to Fintan’s concave ass, it’s not exactly difficult. It’s just a little dissatisfying that Alvar isn’t there.

Fintan lowers his hood like it’s some huge reveal, whispering ominously, “Garwin Chang. You wish to join our order?”

Garwin nods. “That’s…kind of why I’m down here. Although these wine bottles do look like they could be some fun.”

A low, overprotective growl echoes behind him as his fingers trace the label written in fancy Trollish. One of the many, many languages not on Duolingo that no one bothered to teach him how to read. Hell, most of the time he can barely read English but that’s an issue for a different day.

“I trust you know you’re the first non-member of an intelligent species to join our ranks in a long while,” Fintan says. Garwin’s hand falls to his side.

“I wouldn’t exactly call Ruy intelligent, but okay.”

That got a couple of snickers out of the crowd and a death glare from Ruy despite most of his face being cast in shadow.

“Well, you got me there. I was prepared to make a convoluted line of reasoning like I’m hopped up on a cola before all of those pesky safety regulations were introduced, but you made it for me instead.”

Wait, is he an old man bitching about New Coke or is referring to when the recipe had cocaine? Or just…caffeine? And sugar? Any of the above interpretations are fucking hilarious, so it doesn’t matter which is true. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t an objectively best answer.

“The rest of the requirements are simple: do you promise to do everything in your power to help our world?”

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” Garwin shrugs, smirking.

“Convince me.” Fintan’s icy gaze stares into Garwin’s soul. A threat behind his words.

“I’ve been seeing Alvar and Ruy for months on end now. Do you really think I would go through all of that if I wasn’t committed? I could’ve blackmailed my way into a Yale scholarship long ago, but I’ve stayed. And for what? Because I almost care about this place not being a shithole. Also because there aren’t any taxes but we don’t need to mention that.”

“Yeah, the cost of living is real fucking low when you’re mooching off of Alvar,” Ruy mutters.

Cállate.

…Holy fuck, Ruy has infected my brain. I don’t like this. How dare he keep sprinkling Spanish into everyday conversation? It’s like he wants to prove that he’s not an idiot to this human idiot because he knows, like, four words in a human language.

In reality, it’s because he lived in an undisclosed Spanish-speaking country during his time at Exilium and hasn’t broken the habit. But why be reasonable when you can be petty and bitter because he knows more Spanish than you do even after taking it for three years?

To be completely fair, he didn’t pay attention and convinced a kid to send him pictures of the homework and cheated on the tests, but in his defense, he didn’t realize he’d need it later in life. At least Google Translate exists all of its glorious inaccuracy.

“I bestow upon thee thou official codename: Elay.” Fintan says, bowing his head. “Alvar came up with it so don’t ask me what it means. Normally each person gets to pick out their own, but he was insistent and it’s not important enough to me to argue with him.”

Yeah, that sounds about right. Gonna have to ask Alvar about it later. Maybe he’s avoiding me because he doesn’t want a full interrogation in the middle of this murder chamber. Yeah--let’s go with that. It’s better than imagining him in a Black Swan murder chamber.

Fintan takes a metal rod and heats it until it glows a faint red, bright in the dim light, knighting Garwin. And thankfully not sizzling his ears off in the process.

Fintan nods at a hooded figure Garwin only knows by his codename and that he’s a guster. “Trix, if you please?”

Trix hands Garwin a bundle of dark fabric, emblazoned with a bright white eye.

It unfolds like the little bitch folded things always are, causing unattached pieces of concerningly neon fabric to fall to the ground.

As Garwin reaches to pick them up, it becomes all too clear that they’re not only bright pink and orange but also a very, very 80s leotard and legwarmers.

What the actual everliving fuck?

…and also maybe Fintan did mean New Coke.

It’s up to the stars above to decide which is a worse revelation.

“You know, Ruy, if you wanted me to wear this, you could’ve just asked. No need for all of this.”

Ruy flips him off. He’s probably glare-smiling behind the hood though.

Garwin drapes the cloak part of the Neverseen uniform around his shoulders. It’s wonderfully heavy, like a weighted blanket, but surprisingly breathable. It’s probably made from a gnomish fabric which is weird because the gnomes hate their guts as much as plants are capable of hate.

And now I’ll finally be allowed to know why that is.

The crowd begins shifting around him, escaping slowly up the narrow steps and light leaping away to god knows where, and soon only Ruy and Garwin are left.

“I got an update from Alvar,” Ruy smiles mischievously. “This should be a fun first assignment for you.”

No fewer than three light leaps later, Garwin is in the Lodestar system, standing in front of a blonde boy with ice blue eyes. He’s immediately recognizable from Alvar’s stash of pictures he keeps to pretend like he’s still connected to his family.

He also knows Sophie, a regrettable decision.

“Meet our new son: Keefe,” Alvar says, mussing his hair.

Keefe flinches away. “Bitch, I’m literally only, like, six years younger than you,” he complains. “Also hasn’t my dad fucked your dad?” He puts air quotes around both uses of “Dad.” Fun family dynamic and it hasn’t even been five minutes yet.

“I do believe I was the one who told you about that.” Alvar turns to Ruy and Garwin. “I’ll take first shift babysitting.”

“Nonsense. I don’t trust Garwin nearly enough to be by himself and you’ve been up all night causing problems and destroying half of Ravagog--”

“--which is a perfectly normal way to spend an evening, thank you very much.”

“--so you will be going home and you will take a nap. I’ll make sure Blondie here doesn’t have any tricks up his sleeve.”

There’s a glint on Alvar’s eye that looks like he wants to argue, but a yawn cuts him off before he gets the chance.

Garwin almost has to physically drag him back home, partially from him being tired and partially from him not wanting to go to bed because some days he acts like a toddler.

“Sorry I couldn’t be at your coronation today.”

Garwin kisses his cheek. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure sooner or later, Ruy’s gonna end up doing a whole reenactment except I actually get walled into the wine cellar this time.”

Alvar laughs halfheartedly.

“And, besides. It’s not like it’s gonna change much. Do I still hate the elvin government? Yes. Is the Bullshit still a bunch of useless dumbasses? Yes. Are you still going to tell me shit that’s way above my pay grade? Abso-fucking-lutely. It’s just now I don’t have to steal your cape when it’s cold out. But I will anyway for old times’ sake.”

“Unmapped stars, you’re such a little shit.”

Well, if you can’t make your boyfriend regret being with you, what’s the fucking point?

“And yet you’ve repeatedly chosen to not leave me to die in the middle of the neutral territories. So who’s the real winner here?”

Alvar sighs, shaking his head.

God damn, he’s cute when he’s annoyed.

#kotlc #garvar #garvarioli #kotlc alvar #kotlc garwin #kotlc ruy #alvar vacker #garwin chang #ruy ignis #kotlc fanfic

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glyphreader · 4 months

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Flickerwisp (Eventide No. 6, Illus. Jeremy Enecio)

Its wings disturb more than air.

Ah, Flickerwisp. Such a classic. Such a super-recognizable illustration, such a neat and concise flavour text - and even powerlevel-wise it still holds up, 10+ years after its original printing.

While one of the first lessons for every new Vorthos is that white in MtG doesn't necessarily equal moral good, it's hard to shake off the association completely, even when you've already learned a lot about the color pie. That's why I always find it fascinating when white cards show something that goes against that common perception. Aside from Flickerwisp, Woeleecher is another creature from the Shadowmoor-Eventide block that makes you go "woah, that's a white creature?"

An interesting thing about Woeleecher is that although it looks really gross, it seems to be a legitimately benevolent creature, tracking down and consuming curses. I really like the double betrayal of expectations that's going on here: You use white mana to summon an elemental, which turns out to be this ugly bird-maggot-thing, but despite its appearance, it doesn't mean you any harm and actively helps you out.

Flickerwisp seems like it could have a similar thing going on. It looks scary, but that's just due to the Great Aurora warping everything into darker forms. At it's core, it's still a creature of pure white mana. It can protect you by lifting you out of harm's way, or whisk away your opponent to buy you time to make your next move (or scare them bad enough that they don't approach you again).

I really like the idea of a Kithkin mage that summons all these grotesque-looking elementals but only uses them with the purest of intentions. Kind of like a child in some urban fantasy or superhero movie that's the embodiment of innocence and has a scary monstrous sidekick as its companion and protector.

#mtg #magic the gathering #eventide #shadowmoor #vorthos

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purrassicjet · 1 year

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Theory time, a little out of left field, but not without evidence.

Morrigan's Wunder calling song is about her and Hawthorne. Probably not exactly, as I don't think Hawthorne could have been born during Morningtide, but I'll break down the lyrics here and why I think they relate.

"Morningtide's child is merry and mild, Eventide's child is wicked and wild."

These don't really correspond to their personalities, but may to their upbringing. Hawthorne was loved by his family, and Morrigan treated like a wicked disease.

"Morningtide's child arrives with the dawn. Eventide's child brings gale and storm."

The second part is obvious, reffering to the curse, but the "arrives with the dawn" part could refer to the promise Hawthorne showed from a very young age. He's been riding dragons since he could walk, after all.

"Where are you going, o son of the morning? Up with the sun where the winds are warming."

Hawthorne's knack is dragon riding, so he flies up towards the sun often, but it could also represent him rising into a position in Wunsoc

"Where are you going, o daughter of night? Deep down below where pale things bite."

Morrigan heading into an apprenticeship with Squall, her going "deep down below". Squall's probably going to at least try to manipulate her away from Wunsoc (her heading away from the sun, while Hawthorne is heading towards it)

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk :) lmk your thoughts

#nevermoor #morrigan crow #hawthorne swift #nevermoor theory #discussion of squall's song will come tomorrow

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reginrokkr · 4 months

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» @maquiscursed asked: a kiss between furrowed brows to try and comfort (you know from who 😔)

Every eventide fall brings the most terrifying darkness to those who don't stand entirely under light's shade or luminosity brilliance, whispers of the Abyss grow louder and all demons concealed within roused with invigorated drive to crawl from the skin of the cursed outside or scream in pain byproduct of conflicting celestial light within that, like moonlight will never be silenced by night's black mantle, neither will the abandoned seraph's.

With it comes excruciating pain that never goes away nor it ever ameliorates with continuous building of pain tolerance and, despite Dáinsleif's best effort at concealing it, fair eyebrows knit in a frown within the composure he insists to uphold until he returns to his own chambers. For even if he knows it is safe to present himself however he is to Neuvillette —either out of courtesy of reciprocating the rex's confidence to do so with him, as an expression of shared trust or both—, he loathes to show the worst of him to the Iudex. The most immediate justification for that being his sorrowful gaze at the earliest notice of pain, of concern and lament as if all of this were his own.

Albescent lashes flutter close to take deep breaths, having proved in the past effective to calm his alarmed senses back intro tolerant tranquility just for a little longer until both of them part to sleep each on their room. Amidst his exercise to calm down he feels softness of plush lips pressing a kiss betwixt his brows, prompting Twilight to open them sufficiently to note his beloved's merciful attempt to make him feel better. Stellar pupils quiver within sapphire depths, half-lidded as they are, roseate lips part to heave a sigh of newfound relief he didn't know he would feel when pain flourishes in all its inclemency. ◜Forgive me.◞

It is far from the first time Neuvillette saw this within centuries of blooming relationship the two of them had and even yet, regardless of how much he learned about his own pain spikes, hardly ever it was from his own mouth as much as it must've been from observation alone. Opposite to him, ever the honest one who never once hesitates to communicate how he feels in all his confusion and disorientation as new humane sentiments weigh on his heart, no matter how indecent it may be of him as the maximum exponent of this nation or embarrassing to him, if he ever felt that way. Perhaps... perhaps he would do better in practising the same as Leviathan does, if only to give him more concrete information of what he feels like instead of the sorrowful thought of a mind drifting within a whirlpool's eye with naught specific and thousands of painful beliefs, right or otherwise.

◜I must admit...◞ Strong chest rises and falls in a deep breath, albescent lashes open further to reveal glimmering crystalline blues as his hand reaches for the other to bring it to his face. ◜...you make it feel better.◞ It is not a white lie or a half truth to make Neuvillette feel better, no— but earnest truth to at least give him a spark of hope that not everything is futile and, however little the gestures, they contribute to his betterment. Dáinsleif nuzzles lovingly the palm of the dragon's hand before his own lips plant a soft kiss on the same spot where an intriguing mark is displayed on his gloves, he noticed.

◜The pain tends to grow bigger at night, when the demonic darkness of this world is at its more influential.◞ Hesitant as he is, his refusal to let Neuvillette in the dark despite the knowledge he already counts with is bigger. ◜Strangely enough, it would seem that my nervous system is less prone to confound your touch with a magnified version as per the corruption's distortion. Almost as if... it has grown accustomed to it.◞ There is naught Dáinsleif has to validate this nor he knows if it makes sense altogether, but there is no denial that one way or another, he feels soothed. Either because it has been long enough since he acquainted himself with a merciful, soft touch of another or perhaps because he learned to trust his eyes more, to ground himself more on the dragon's good heart despite the lingering pain.

Long fingers tighten their hold on Leviathan's hand a touch more, glacial sapphires bore into iridescent lavenders, a vulnerable gaze even he would scold himself for presenting himself in such degree of weakness if were he see himself. ◜...Sleep with me, Neuvillette.◞ What would be otherwise a hesitant question born from the belief of being too emboldened is nothing but a plea, in truth— a result of growing confidence in himself that, despite the fact that his broken mind may think otherwise, he, too, matters.

#apocryphis #◟༺✦༻◞ may your sorrow be washed away with tides deliverance; o' mighty dragon ┊neuvillette → maquiscursed.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ let luminous feathers dance under sapphire rain of justice┊dáinsleif × neuvillette.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος θ: Λυκόφως οι θεοί που πέφτουν┊advent of ragnarök.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ when reason to be shines through. ┊aria of the celestials┊#he's doing his best to be more vocal like Neuvi is 😔#also— he's asking him to sleep with him #granted that they haven't done that much in the past if ever #it's really taking the most out of him to be emboldened like this #but it's... a nice change #and it would do wonders to him to sleep together #and wake up warm and emotional because for once #it does feel better to sleep #and not so scary anymore #for the nightmares he tends to have #or the whispers of the Abyss #◟༺✦༻◞ May your sorrow be washed away with tides deliverance; o' mighty dragon ┊Neuvillette → apocryphis.┊

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mejomonster · 2 years

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I have been listening to Interview with the Vampire audiobook since hey the amc show is in October and I missed the vampire chronicles and

1 I forgot so much of the later half of book, my memory really means things are brand new after like 3 years ToT rip

Im very much appreciating that it was a big book to switch to telling a vampire story from vampires pov, which I realize now I do appreciate a lot and it's probably why now I enjoy when monster stories decide to go monster pov route

Hearing that it was sort of a historical fiction (from maven of the eventides lovely youtube videos) so much clicks into place. How Louis is a symbol for his generation of rebellion and feeling he doesn't fit, feeling so Much. How all the vampires personalities and traits to some degree serve as historical parallels or references to feelings of a time/place/attitude, how a lot of the settings and general plot showcases location and daily life. Yes it's vampires, but it's also just 2 dudes living in New Orleans, then 2 dudes having a daughter they spoil in New Orleans, then 1 dad and his kid traveling Europe and eventually settling in Paris. The kills of the vampire life are occasionally focused on but it's like... mostly everyday life scenes with a vampire twist and historical setting showcased. Armand and Louis conversation in the tower with Armand saying how Louis is attractive and desirable for BEING an embodiment of rebellion and feelings and change really hammered that home for me. It's an aspect I like a lot about the novel that I barely noticed let alone appreciated the first time I read.

The narrator pronounces Louis the English instead of French way, which I just can't get used to lol cause the movie imprinted on me ToT so that's the funniest thing to me in the audiobook

I have come to appreciate how much vampires get written as sort of creatures Separate to human. Yes Louis sometimes views becoming a vampire as a dark gift/curse, but overall there's vampire stories that treat vampires like dead versions of their alive selves with magic aspects. Then ivtw treats it more like: theyre alive so long as vampires, personality evolving with time as expected, that their vampire life is like a New Life as a New Creature. A creature who sees diffetent, eats different, feels differently, and wonders in its lonely life if there's other creatures and what their own meaning of existing is. It's like humans in the sentience, but a new species of animal wondering what their purpose is and their morals are or should be or what society is or should be and if there's god and if humans are equal to them in worthiness, or if a human to them is like a mouse or ant to a human, which is to say so much less in the consideration of sentience some humans don't much think about if they accidentally step on an ant or if their dog manages to eat a mouse at least not to the degree of thinking it's a huge crime. I have seen some vampire stories go more this route as it feeling a wholly new creature, and others swing opposite and make vampires feel very much like humans still but cursed/altered (like Shadowhunters, and my own writing usually).

Louis has awful taste in men lol. This is subject to change if future books make Lestat seem better (as I never finished future books lol), but like. My dude Louis gets hitched with who he thinks is a dull gold digger, for some reason doesn't break up though. Then when his lover "dies" he keeps mooning over him with longing like Louis! A little late to recognize u liked him a bit! Then u like Armand, who couldn't care less if ur dear Claudia dies. And u really say u love him! Wow Louis, worldliness really appeals to u huh. If Lestat talked about great thoughts and mused over it despite u know, knowing nothing like Armand doesn't truly know much either, u would think Lestat was charming way earlier dude! Louis is the example of that person who likes an emo guy singing in a band cause "he seems so deep mom" but then given a similar guy who doesn't sing is like ugh he's so uncreative and bland and material. When it's like Louis honey get to know both ur jumping to a lot of I Love You conclusions after so little time ToT.

#rant #ivtw #im having fun #the audiobook got me into regular reading too so ive read like 100k chinese characters this week!#also i would say. ues the books are gay.#louis definitely means love love Armand. at least to #the degree of what love means to vampires in this story universe #which is like i said. a different creatures concept od love.#but irs still overall like: desire to be the companion. enjoy time together and holding each other. want to #stay together and have each others company and share experiences together.#so yeah louis likes armand thays just book 1 lol #and louis liked lestat but didnt deal witj it til lestat '#died* then still didnt deal with it. typical louis ajjsjd

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winwin17 · 7 months

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Mogtober 2023 Day #10

Prompt: Favorite moment in Nevermoor

So let's be honest, there are so, so many good moments throughout the series!! In addition to the fact that it's hard to choose just one of the major ones, there are also minor ones that it's easy to forget about or that don't come to mind as quickly. So here I'm just going to give a shout-out to a few of my favorite moments throughout the series. (I'll try to do them in chronological order, but not necessarily in order or importance or anything.)

- First one is a funny one. The moment where Jupiter is trying to round up Morrigan from Crow Manor on Eventide, and he's like, "Okay, time to say our goodbyes!" and then hugs everyone and gives Corvus a big wet kiss on the cheek. It was so amusing and exactly the level of discomfort Corvus deserves.

- Next, one of my all time favorites ever - the "You're not a curse on anyone, Morrigan Crow" moment. That whole scene, really. Just so touching and heartwarming, and in a way, kind of the affirmation I think everyone needs/wants to hear for themselves.

- Dumping the Jello on Noelle! Need I say more?

- The scene where Mog insists Jupiter return her to her old house because she feels like she's a liability, and when she sees they don't remember her and have totally moved on, she's devastated, and Jupiter just waits patiently while she processes things and changes her mind, and he tells her everyone at the Deucalion is her new family.

- Also love the scene right near the end of book 1 where Jupiter lets Morrigan see herself with his ability, and he explains all the stuff about how she can change the meaning of being a Wundersmith.

- Another favorite moment that stands out to me is when Unit 919 is trying to figure out what C&D stands for, and Hawthorne (I think?) is like, "Chips and dip??" 😂

- Finally, the Emmett scene!! Again, one of my all time favorites. So sweet and heartwarming and wholesome!

I'm sure I've missed some other favorites, but these are just a few of the ones I love.

#mogtober #mogtober2023 #nevermoor #morrigan crow #jupiter north #hawthorne swift

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characterhotel · 2 years

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ASK BOX OPEN!!!

Here is a look at one of the important NPCs for my upcoming D&D campaign. This is Flora Eventide, a High Elf Sorcerer and Princess of Havenrile, one of the larger kingdoms in Etheria. She is based off of Stellar Cables from @askstellarandfriends. A lot of the NPCs will be based on some of my OCs with slight changes.

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#oc #flora eventide #dungeons and dragons #the curse of etheria #sorcerer #high elf

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wundrousarts · 1 year

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Various Nevermoor thoughts and things I've noticed after rereading the book for yet another time:

aka, everything that made me put something in the Discord or on here

— Cadence's braid is twisted up into a knot during the Book Trial, unlike the usual braid down she's often depicted with

— "Threads" of Wunder, the Gossamer being a "web", and the Wundrous Art of "Weaving"..... so fun! I need to look for more stuff related to Weaving and other Arts as I reread the other books

— Given Wunsoc’s motto of Containment & Distraction and the history of the Yule Queen and St Nick learning Arts in Sub-Nine, I wonder if the annual Christmas Eve Battle is purely entertainment for the masses or if it’s a distraction from something as well?

—— It’s in Courage Square… what if, if there is a Ghostly Hour there (of the massacre or of a related event), the Battle distracts folks from the possibility finding it? I’m team “it happened on the last day of the year” and not Christmas, but still 🤔 much to think about whenever that location comes up

—— If it is a distraction, it could also be a distraction for another part of the city just because it gathers everyone to one place and they’re less likely to be elsewhere

— Mog and Jack fighting but then convening a few days later to dump out their Christmas stockings together and trade the contents is Peak sibling behavior and I love them for that

— The picture that Dame Chanda is like “oh don’t cancel me but he’s hot” about Squall isn’t a photograph but a print of a painting. I wonder if more paintings of more Wundersmiths exist anywhere and if Mog could find them, or if they were all burned or something

—— I’d love if by the end of the series Mog has renewed the reputation of Wundersmiths and gets a new portrait done of her that’s hung up somewhere, this time where she looks healthy and happy, as a contrast to her bitter Hall of Dead Crows portrait from before

— Fen licking the side of Mog's face when she's crying <3

— Squall is so dramatic making the tiles of the Wunderground station turn black as he turns around lmao

— Aside from the obvious the obvious danger of the gathering, Squall describing Cursed Children dying on Eventide as a “mercy” and his whole “we do what we’re asked because we have to because we’re Wundersmiths” speech in Hollowpox, I wonder if part of why he wants there to be no more Wundersmith anymore and the Courage Square Revolt was because he was against the Society / government / Nevermoor using Wundersmiths from a young age for their own desires and gains. Anti child labor in the worst possible way lol

#nevermoor #nevermoor reread #nevermoor theory #the fact that you can’t make indents in tumblrs bulleted lists meaning I have to DIY them is so annoying #left this in my drafts and so now it’s posting while it’s mog’s birthday in australia. yayy.#<- I’m a loser that likes to celebrate fictional characters birthdays #anyways if anyone has any thoughts on any of these points + wants to talk more feel free to reblog or otherwise my asks are always wide ope

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maple-writes · 1 year

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Having thoughts about the city of eventide again so bear with me for this slight self indulgent rambling.

I'm very happy with how Cirrus' character arc came out as a whole but in particular I've been thinking about how he ends up breaking the curse his mother put on him through the act of him saving Striker because it's not Asher he risked his life for in that moment. Its Striker.

Saving Asher would be obvious. He loves Asher, that's his best friend hes ever had. But Strikers different. Striker didn't like him at first and he didn't like him either. But a kind if quieter part of Cirrus' story is how his relationship with Striker changes. He grows to respect him a hell of a lot and ends up looking to him for advice and guidance like he's his older brother too and not just Asher's. And Striker starts to respect and trust him too and look after him without even really realizing it.

Cirrus saves Asher a lot but it's different when he saves Striker. Asher knows Cirrus cares about him but Striker? He probably didnt think Cirrus cared enough to dive off a cliff after him and tbh Cirrus might not have realized it either until that moment.

Idk how to explain but to me it's very important that saving Striker and not Asher (and there's something to be said for how he saved Striker from Asher) is what allowed him to return to his true form.

(tagging @concealeddarkness13 due to Cirrus topic lol)

#the city of eventide #having thoughts and feelinfs about a story i finished a long time ago now

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demoiselettes · 1 year

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Can I request a match up?

My name is Lyna ! My pronouns are They / them . My preferred name a.k.a Nicknae is Sam As I am more comfortable with it.

My hobbies are Creating Plushies As I Am Great At Sewing And Writing Though sometimes it may be hard I also often help my mother cook new recipes for my family so I’m often used to cooking for them! I have a big family I think total is 17 in my house I have three protective sisters and I swear they will threaten any suitor that will come. 3 feet within I feel it should be the opposite as I am the older sibling but I’m fine with it as long as they don’t actually hurt anyone

I have quite the short hair that’s somewhat similar to a wolf cut , I have brown eyes and a dark brown skin tone, I am skinny even though I often eat a lot my sisters say it’s a miracle that I eat a lot and im still skinny, Often people ask if my family is even feeding me enough food. I dislike any fighting and tend to avoid it as much as I can

Likes; Plushies ( very obvious. ) the stars, nature, food ( obvious ( 2. ) The color green, Hair accessories, music and Anything related to art! I show my love by Physical Affection And Gift Giving.

I am very enthusiastic and creative I often get stubborn when I have a goal and will do anything to achieve it, I will listen to my love ones rant about anything and that’s just much how I care I’m also very sarcastic, I often get lost into my mind and get distracted, I also have a side of my personality where I’m often sassy and don’t give a fuck at all I am dramatic all the time just as much as how kind and caring I am.

I’d love to just live with my loved ones and wake every time with them sleeping beside me. I’d like a s/o that’s would love me and protect me with all their life.

Eventide

I match you with Kagaya Ubuyashiki!

•The thing about you and Kagaya, is that both of you are very goal driven, and that’s probs what made him notice you

•That and your kindness

•It’s rare for him to meet someone else who can understand people on a personal level like he does and to be able to sympathize with them, so he greatly appreciates you

•However, he finds your sassy side amusing

•While he’s always been the epitome of decorum and doesn’t really tease people much or respond with snarky comebacks to negativity, he finds it entertaining to watch you go about your day without minding anyone

•He’s seen so many people being insecure of their existence and talents, that he finds it refreshing that you don’t really care

•His usual responses to your dramatic behavior is merely just a chuckle or a smile, but he’s really filled with fondness for you

• Also shares dreams of living a long life with his loved ones line you do, but unfortunately his job as head of the Demon Slayer Corps is too demanding

•But he makes time for you whenever he can, and he’ll sometimes ask you to sleep with him for the night since just waking up next to you gives him courage to keep fighting Muzan

•Definitely respects your family a lot, specially your siblings for being so protective of you and he never goes against them all while showing them how much he loves you and that he’d do anything to have your hand in marriage

•…he knows and remembers each of your family member’s names. never forgets them and often asks you how they’re doing, even sends them little gifts!

•He enjoys taste-testing your new recipes and eating your dishes, since it only feels right and you have no idea how happy he gets when you cook for him all of a sudden he isn’t cursed anymore

•If he could, he’d ask you to make plushies for the entire corps cause these traumatized babies need them so badly but he hogs the ones you make and treats them like they’re made out of gold

•Due to his blindness, he’s learnt not to depend on people’s looks to judge them but he without a doubt can tell you’re a total catch without seeing

•He likes to have you sit by his side on the floor sometimes and he just runs a thumb over your hand and forearm

•Only then will he realize just how skinny you are, but after some reassurance from your side he’ll let the matter drop and won’t pry to not bother you

•Still sometimes asks you if you’re eating enough, even though you tell him you do

•A complete pacifist, like you, and basically never fights or raises the tone of his voice. the fact that you dislike fighting makes him aspire towards peace more

•There are days when even he breaks down, though not too much since he still sort of wants to maintain a strong facade for you and you being there to listen to him makes him fall in love with you all over again

•Used to take you out on walks before his illness left him unable to move, and after that happened he took on the hobby of listening to the rain fall from the engawa of his mansion with you by his side

•But you most likely have an entire assortment of hair accessories gifted by him

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kagaya ubuyashiki matchup #nan’s eventide.

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