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pathetic-gamer · 1 year

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Fashion in Fódlan: a very long, non-comprehensive, and entirely unsolicited analysis

The fe3h writers did a pretty solid job of creating three nations with clear social, economic, and political differences. The fashion stands out to me as doing exceptionally well at expressing those differences, and, just like in the real world, it works as a sort of socioeconomic barometer that helps tell Fódlan's story.

In this post, I'll break down the key clothing trends in the three regions and provide some light interpretations, largely related to $$

Please note that I'm NOT using this post to discuss historical inspirations. Also, not everyone from every region is included. In particular, anyone whose outfit is too much of just a riff on a class uniform (like the Ashen Wolves or the various minsters in the empire) is left out.

There's a part 2 now lol (church of seiros time); part 3 as well!

1. Holy Kingdom of Faerghus: function IS fashion, baby!!

Fearghus, beloved land of ice and snow and spooky folktales about watering your fields with blood and ghosts living under the ground - you did not come to fuck around. You're here to protect the commoners and go back home to a stew that may, if you're lucky, actually have some meat in it. In this kingdom, you're going to dress warm and you're going to like it. Oh, you have some extra money? Gonna spend it on something for yourself? Better be using it for something useful, like keeping your plate armor in good condition. (Please note: Catherine, though being Faeghan, is excluded because she wears the uniform of the Knights of Seiros, not her own clothes.)

Trends:

High collars, long skirts - generally as little exposed skin as possible. (There is exactly one pair of bare hands in the entire kingdom. Mercie is getting a little bold 👀)

Fur cloaks/capes/gloves, or just fur around the cuffs and collars if they don't have a full fur cloak.

Armor - every single man is dressed in armor, as is Ingrid. Most of the men have full suits of plate armor, but Felix, Rodrigue, and Ashe are wearing only gambesons (note the quilting in Felix's sleeve - that's what gives it away, imo). The folks in plate armor would have gambesons on as well (you can see Ingrid's underneath her breastplate), acting as padding for the plate armor. I think Gilbert is wearing plate armor with a tunic over it (a realistic historical practice).

Fastening is accomplished with clasps and lacing, and there are relatively few buttons or adornments to be seen on the main garments - Annette is an exception, which will be addressed later.

Brief analysis:

Notice the economical use of fabric - their clothing tends to lie flat, with fabric being layered for warmth rather than pleated, gathered, or puffed. The folks in plate armor may spice it up a little with a sash of some kind if they aren't already wearing a cloak or cape. I'm assuming Gilbert's ~stylish tunic~ is keeping him warm well enough to not need a cloak or larger scarf. (Mercedes has a ruffles and puffier sleeves, plus a fuller skirt, but it's worth noting that she is currently part of a merchant house, and merchants tend to be wealthier and actually occupy a unique social class between nobles and commoners.)

Note the colors, too. Greens, browns, and yellows are the cheapest and easiest dyes to make and use. That bright sort of tawny color that Gilbert, Annette, and Jeralt all have is easy and cheap. Gilbert's grey tunic could feasibly just be undyed wool. A true blue is difficult, but you'll note that the blue the people wear up here leans towards grey and green - could be that the dye is faded, or that it was never very blue to begin with. The only true blue is on Dimitri.

All of this reinforces the idea that Faerghus is not a rich nation, and the nobility don't live too far off from the common folk. The vast majority of the cost we see is actually their armor (worn by Dimitri, Dedue, Sylvain, Gilbert, Jeralt, Matthias, Ingrid, and also if we're getting all the way into it, Gwendal, Miklan, Lonato, and Baron Dominic as well), which is would have been pretty expensive. You'll notice they mostly wear grey armor with very little extra decoration, keeping the costs low. Ingrid, the poorest of the nobles in armor, also has the least actual plate. Felix and Rodrigue both have full cloaks, which most other people don't have (just Dimitri), but they also aren't wearing plate, so clearly that's a calculated choice.

That being said, even within these more economical fashions, we can still see clear differences between classes. Most noticeably, Felix (rich) and Ashe (not rich) have very similar outfits, but Felix's tunic/gambeson is lined with fur, while Ashe's is not.

BTW I'm of the opinion that the Fraldariuses are the richest people in the kingdom other than the royal family, and I believe that specifically of their fancy cloaks lol

so luxurious~

2. Adrestian Empire: look at my money bitch

Ah, the land of beauty and excess! I love to live in the capital and visit the cultural icon that is the opera and pretend that I'm not in Wealth Inequality Central. (Please note: Petra is not included, since she dresses according to Brigid's fashions. Also note: I fuck w these styles so hard, dude.)

Trends:

Short skirts (above the knee - Dorothea has a draped over-skirt thing, but her main skirt is shorter, and Manuela has leg slits instead of a short hem), low or square necklines, open backs. In general, we're looking at a lot of exposed skin. Forgot to include Cornelia in the pics, but she has this too.

Tailored jackets with just SO many buttons. Hanneman fits into the tailored jacket category, but isn't included in the highlights by virtue of Not Enough Buttons. (Some concept art is included here to drive the point home.)

Finally, there's this specific very specific double-breasted neckline thing (baby edelgard is separate bc i forgot to include her when i made the first image shhhh)

Brief analysis:

Adrestian fashion is all about displaying status and wealth, in this case through ornamentation, rich colors, uniforms denoting class/role, and also a fair amount of excess fabric.

Historically, fabric itself was one of the major indicators of wealth - in fact, certain historical styles very explicitly showed off just who was rich enough to afford, for example, a whole gown made from the same length of fabric, or even just an entire skirt panel with no piecing. In the Adrestian Empire, We've got excess fabric galore, tucked away into all those beautiful ruffles and bell sleeves, layered skirts, unnecessary capes, double collars, and puffy pants - and it's all in much more luxurious colors, too. In fact, I'm pretty sure the largest single piece of fabric on anyone in the game is Edelgard's cape, which is then also adorned with dozens of buttons and extra bits of fabric. It's almost definitely fully silk, both the outer layer and the lining. (And it's badass.)

Look at all that fluff! Dimitri's cloak probably rivals hers in the size of the actual fabric itself, but his is likely a heavy wool (unlined, maybe?), plus has a lot of fur.

"Oh, but pg, there are capes in Faerghus, too!" yes, but in Faerghus, they live in the arctic /hj. Note the vast expanses of exposed skin down here in the empire - clearly, cold is not an issue. You'll also note that the cloaks in Faerghus were heavy and lined with fur; that's not the case here. Given the prevalence of tailored jackets and the dual colors on Ferdinand's cape, I'm guessing they're either a comparatively lightweight wool with a silk lining (typical for tailored suit jackets, nothing particularly noteworthy about that), or just fully silk. (Bernie's shawl is just cotton though, prove me wrong...) Hanneman and Manuela are exceptions, since they both have fur, but they live at Garreg Mach, not in Enbarr.

The jackets themselves, by the way, could be silk OR wool. Ferdinand's in particular (especially thropes) reminds me of early 18th c. waistcoats, which would have been full silk.

We also have much richer colors down here in the land of art and song. Red, purple, and black were all very difficult colors to maintain, and very expensive. The most expensive colors, in fact. Not gonna lie, as far as price per yardage goes, I think Hubert's outfit might rival Edelgard’s in expense.

A notable exception to the excess fabric bit is Bernadetta. However, her dress is in what is arguably the most expensive color, and is heavily decorated, so that's a reasonable trade-off, and I don't blame her. I, too, would go for a smaller amount of pretty purple silk embroidered with bright, beautiful gold and yellow instead of a bigger, more impressive-looking option. It's about the little things.

I do want to take look at Caspar, in particular. He's unique in that he's dressed in a full suit of armor. But, given that he's the second son and not set to inherit anything, unlike all his waistcoat-wearing friends, he isn't being held to some particular uniform, and even if he were, it's the ministry of military affairs. Of course they wear real armor. What's interesting is that his armor is a sort of rosy grey/brass, rather than silver, and he has a lot more decoration and flair than the folks with full armor in Faerghus, in both his throuses and thropes outfits.

Worth noting, btw, that we have exactly zero examples of actual commoners in Adrestia, other than generic NPCs. Dorothea belongs to that peculiar niche that is opera and acting, so she is expected to dress and act like a noble, despite not having a title or property of any sort.

Adrestia - and Enbarr in particular - leads the slow march of fashion across Fódlan, given that it's a cultural hub and is so much wealthier, while Fearghus slowly picks things up over time. Thus, we have Annette, who lives closer to the empire and has disposable income, having some decorative buttons and tassels and a mock low neckline.

It's not nearly as much as the actual Adrestians, but she's picking it up!

3. Leicester Alliance: the beeeest of both worlds~

Oh, Alliance, you messy bitch. What we see here is a mix of everything, where some of them are influenced by Faerghus, and others by Adrestia (just like how some of them have kingdom-style names and some have empire-style names), and a few fit neither camp. There are clear reasons for similarities where they exist, though, so let's take a look! (Please note: Claude is not included, since his clothes are heavily influenced by Almyra.)

Hilda and Lysithea have the frills, puffy sleeves/skirt, short hems, low/square necklines, and expensive colors of the empire (plus, Lysithea gets a decorative veil in dark purple. How ~fancy~). This reinforces the idea that Adrestia sets the standards for fashion: Hilda cares about fashion and keeps up with the times. Lysithea lives on the border and was briefly under the control of the empire, and thus is influenced by it. Mostly, though, I think it's about how she tries to seem older and tends to see Hilda as a model of maturity (lol), so she's following that example.

Holst's armor is quite decorative, similar to Caspar's, but what stands out to me is the fringe in particular. We see the exact same fringe on Caspar, Hubert, and Edelgard, but not anywhere else.

Lorenz and Erwin are a bit of a border case, tbh! They both wear practical, full plate armor with little in the way of extra decor (other than Lorenz's rose and Erwin's little cape thing), but Jesus christ how much does it cost to keep it all so purple like that??? That's a blatant display of wealth that would impress any empire noble.

Marianne, on the other hand, would fit right in in Faerghus, with the old fashioned long skirt, high collar, capelet, and lack of extra decoration other than some pretty trim. Makes sense, since her territory is so close to the kingdom and she's clearly not interested in trying to stay fashionable.

Judith is dressed very practically, has some fun puffy sleeves and bright but inexpensive colors, has a short cape and gambeson (a short vest one, though). I want to say leans toward Faerghus, which makes sense since it's on the border and the house did at one point split off, with part going back to the kingdom.

Now we get to the only real, honest-to-god, never-owned-land-or-property, born-as-and-remain-now peasants/commoners: Leonie and Cyril. (Raphael was born into the merchant class and was able to support himself and Maya by selling his estate, so while we can consider him a real commoner at this point, it's not nearly to the same degree.)

Their economic status is obvious from their outfits: both have very practical clothes with no extra decoration, in cheap and easily accessible colors. Leonie's cloak wrapped around her waist is purely functional - she can use it when the weather calls for it, but it's out of the way of her arrows when she doesn't need it - and looks to be pretty soft, so likely is lightweight. She has a hint of some light protective wear (note the quilted sleeve) and the same front clasps as Felix and Ashe, so i think she's also meant to be wearing a gambeson, but it's shorter and less protective. Cyril doesn't seem to have any armor at all except for the shoulder protection - we can tell from the lack of center-front closures on his shirt and the shape of the cuffs of the sleeves that he's actually just wearing a tunic (or rather, two tunics on top of each other).

Raphael also has a very practical outfit, but notice that his is so much more protective, probably because he has a little more money than the other two. He has very limited, sparsely placed plate armor, but he is covered head-to-toe in quilted cloth armor. He's ready to get some punching done, baby!

Our real outlier, however, is Ignatz... But you bet your bottom dollar I've got an explanation for that one, too!!!!! Mans is an artist and he has rich(?) merchant parents, he can do whatever he wants.

Absurdly unnecessary lengths of (probably not very expensive) cloth? Sure. Fancy feathers that literally no one else gets? Why not! A billion buttons, half of which arent even keeping anything closed? Curly and intricate cloak fasteners probably made of some kind of cording? Sashes and tassels and a decorative sword??? Fuck it, we ball. I love this so much, it's easily my favorite outfit in the entire game and I would ABSOLUTELY wear it irl. I already have the right haircut and glasses and boots, I'm ready

4. In conclusion

These designs really are Fódlan in a nutshell. From the quiet wealth and functionality in Felix's fur-lined gambeson to the audacious luxury of Ferdinand's waistcoat to the unrepentant anarchism of Ignatz's entire vibe, we can see the history - and future - of the continent outlined right before our eyes:

Faerghus is cold, practical, focused on survival, and probably has the most even distribution of wealth. Leicester is a mix of remnants of the empire and kingdom, with clear wealth disparity but also a relatively high amount of social mobility and communal support systems. Adrestia has significantly wealth disparity, with nobles very disconnected from their people and instead busy politicking about.

Side note I know I said I wouldn't go into the historical inspirations, BUT I do think it's interesting that the men's clothing in Adrestia - particularly the tailoring - is similar to much later styles than the men's clothing in Faerghus, and the reverse is true of the women's sleeves and necklines.

Okay that's all, thanks for reading!

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h analysis #holy kingdom of faerghus #adrestian empire #leicester alliance #golden deer #black eagles #blue lions #fodlan's fashion icons #(not actually part of the series but it's topical ok)#this is why i cant do cosplay btw #i see an outfit i like and i immediately am like ok how do you make that irl? get me seven yards of cotton muslin we're doing a mockup #like why would i make Felix’s outfit if I'm not going all in on actual quilted armor yk?#i dont want Ignatz's pants if theyre going to just hang lazily and bunch at the ankle it needs BODY it needs STRUCTURE #yk?#anyway its super late im going to bed now bye #fashion in fodlan

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marquainequeen · 9 days

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“For the Empire.”

Edelgard von Hresvelg

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

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natsu7art · 26 days

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The Golden Eagle Knight with real gold of armor

#golden knight #eagle #colored pencil #armor

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belghast · 3 months

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Southeast Cliffside Chest Farm

Southeast Cliffside Chest Farm - This morning I talk about one of the most well documented level 25 Golden Chest farms in Enshrouded and the three armor sets you can get.

Good Morning Folks! After having some luck with the chest farm that I showed off yesterday, I decided to try another one that I have seen in literally every YouTube video talking about Level 25 Golden Chests. This one is located in the very Southeastern corner of the map down by Scatterbone and one of the Sun Temples. Of note… this is the Sun Temple which has the legendary glider that I talked…

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#Armor Sets #builder #crafting #Eagle Eye #Elder #Enshrouded #games #Gaming #Golden Chest #Loot Farm #MMO #MMORPG #Radiant Paladin #survival #Video Games

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robot-roadtrip-rants · 5 months

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Fulgrim's toga

Ok I need to share this with y'all.

So during the war council about the war on Laeran, we get this description:

"The primarch wore a long flowing toga of pale cream, and the dark iron hilt of his sword, Fireblade, was visible at his hip, the blade itself sheathed in a scabbard of gleaming purple leather. The flaring wings of an eagle were embroidered in gold thread across his chest and a slender band of lapis lazuli kept his silver hair from his face."

So far so good. For those keeping track, Fulgrim probably looks something like this:

But as the council is wrapping up, this happens:

"'Then the word is given, Captain Kaesoron,' said Fulgrim, casting off his robes to reveal his magnificently polished battle plate."

There's a lot to unpack here. First of all, the usage of the word "reveal" implies that his armor was completely hidden. A toga very notably leaves half the chest uncovered. So Fulgrim isn't just wearing his armor beneath his toga, he's wearing it beneath his tunic. And remember...power armor is full plate. It covers more than a classical tunic-toga combination. Let's fix that image:

But even this image isn't enough. As @lolipop1920 points out, this is what Fulgrim's armor looks like:

I don't have the art skills to edit this properly, so I want you to pause for a moment and try to picture how a toga-tunic combo would look draped on top of all that. You can leave off the cape.

Yeah.

And remember, the text says describes this moment as a REVEAL. Apparently Fulgrim walked into a room with a tunic/toga pulled on over his POWER ARMOR, and nobody noticed.

But it gets better! Fulgrim casts off the whole ensemble to reveal his power armor! Again, this is what a toga looks like!

So either he unwound his toga and then pulled his tunic over his head...OR he just ripped the whole thing off his body.

Normally at this point I'd say, "Graham McNeill just doesn't know how this garment works." But check out this bit from a little earlier in the book:

"First Captain Julius Kaesoron was a man not used to conflicting emotions, which made his current situation deeply uncomfortable. Dressed in the triumphal purple of his toga picta and the martial red of his lacerna clock, he cut an imposing figure as he marched swiftly to the Heliopolis...A pendant of fiery amber hung around his neck and nestled between the carved pectorals of his golden breastplate."

Someone's been doing their research! I'd argue that most Westerners have some idea of what a toga looks like, it's a pretty iconic garment, but the different varieties of togas? The Latin name for the cloaks/capes that the Romans wore? Hell no.

(Also note that Kaesoron is also somehow wearing a breastplate with his toga. A toga picta is just a purple-colored toga with gold embroidery. It involves just as much complicated drapery as a regular toga--possibly more, since it's a very formal garment. I guess he could wear the breastplate over his tunic and under the toga, but that still seems like a weird combo).

So yeah, McNeill definitely knows what a toga looks like, and he still wrote this scene. And of all people it's Fulgrim who pulls off this fashion atrocity! FULGRIM! The primarch most famous for his style, elegance, and class. The peacock of 30k. That's the guy who just walked into a room with a tunic and toga pulled on over his goddamn power armor. This is at the war council for Laeran! He hasn't even set foot on the snake orgy planet! You can't blame this on Slaanesh!

#warhammer 40k #fulgrim #fulgrim (the book)#seriously what the fuck

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ayspooky1 · 4 months

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I know he has a lion face with gems for eyes on his golden armor.

Ballister 👈🏼

Round 2: Here

#ballister x ambrosius #nimona ballister #nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #nimona ambrosius #ballister boldheart #ballister blackheart #votes #nimona netflix

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asherbakugou · 4 months

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Dragon Dictionary

Ra's Al Ghul - Lung | Asiatic Jade Dragon

- Known for diamond hard scales that come in all shades of green

- Sharp teeth curved inwards for catching fish; Hooked talons for catching fish

- Breath poisonous gas

- Fly through the sky in a serpentine fashion

Talia Al Ghul - Lung | Asiatic Jade Dragon/Black Mamba

- Known for diamond hard scales that come in all shades of green

- Sharp teeth curved inwards for catching fish; Hooked talons for catching fish; Fangs filled with venom positioned at the front of the mouth in place of canines

- Black mouth

- Breathe poisonous gas

- Fly through the sky in a serpentine fashion

Bruce Wayne - Wyvern | Black Nightwing

- Wyvern with large black wings and three claws at the end of its wrist to walk on; Diamond hard scales that blend in with the night sky

- Breath black plasma

- Long, straight horns pointed back

- Crocodile like tail for balnce when on hind legs

Slade Wilson - Drake | Sand Drake

- Sand colored scales with darker plates along their back like armor; Impenetrable scales with thick skin

- Wide paws for balance on sand with straight claws; Slender body for moving across sand and hiding in the desert

- Barbed tail like a scorpion

- Breath fire

Chato Santana - Lindwurm/Zilant/Quetzecoatl | Born a Sand Lindwurm - Everburning Feathered Zilant

- Sand colored scales with darker skales specked in, uniquily suited tofold front limbs back and move like a snake through the sand

- Fangs situated at the front of the mouth filled with highly corrosive venom

- Long red, yellow, and orange colored feathers along the top of the skull, down the neck and along large wings, tipped with hooked foreclaws

- Real embers along the spine; Runs naturally hotter than almost any other dragon species

- Feathered tail that leaves behind trails of deadly smoke

- Breathes golden flames

Damian Al Ghul - Wayne - Yinglong | Asiatic Jade Nightwing

- Diamond hard scales with mottled black and green scales that allow them to blend in with the night sky and shadows

- Black mouth with inward curved teeth to catch fish; Hooked talons for catching fish

- Large black wings with single foreclaw and moveable wrist that he can walk on

- Black plasma

- Thin whip like tail

- Long horns curving slightly backwards

Respawn (Achilles Al Ghul - Wilson) - Lung | Jade Sand Dragon

- Impenetrable sand colored scales with green armor like plates down the spine

- Venoumous barb on his tail; Fangs positioned at the front of his mouth are filled with deadly venom

- Wide paws with hooked talons for fish; Black mouth with inward curved teeth for eating fish

- Fly tgrough the sky in a serpentine fashion

- Camouflaged in desert areas

Matteo Al Ghul - Santana - Feathered Yinglong | Everburning Jade Dragon

- Dimaond hard scales in shades of dark green with golden/sandy colored speckled in

- Black mouth; Fangs situated at the front of the mouth filled with corrosive venom; Straight teeth, like a wolves or coyotes

- Large paws with hooked talons for catchin fish

- Green and white feathers around his slender face, down the neck, over the wings, and down the spine

- Embers glow along his back, hidden with the feathers; Runs hotter than nearly all other species of dragon

- Breathes golden-green flames

- Feathered tail leaves smoke trails when he flies

Dick Grayson - Feathered Dragon | Thermotect

- Ice cold, diamond hard scales in all shades from black to white, blue to pink, and more; Specialized feathers along the face, neck and top half of the wings

- Large teeth, like a polar bears; Hooked talon for gripping ice and catching fish

- Blue-black tongue

- Breathe ice

- Wide paws with thick pads to walk across snow and ice

Jason Todd - Feathered Wyvern |Phoenix Drake

- Covered in thick red-orange feathers with darker red ones around the neck, wings, and tail; Fluff covered hind legs with long wicked sharp talons like a Harpy Eagles

- Sharp foreclaws on the tops of the wings 'wrist' to walk on though Phoenix Drakes are capable of walking upright on their hind legs alone

- Thin faces with angular snout; Razor sharp serated teeth, like an anacondas, to grab hold of prey

- Long tail feathers with two extra long white feathers that stretch several feet past the rest of the tail

- Run hotter than almost every species, but are vulnerable because they lack the thick scales of most species; Compensate by being reborn

Timothy Drake - Dragon | Goldenfang

- Beautiful golden scales with short wings and long frills along its spine with a long tail with thin delicate looking veils connected by thin spines on the tail; Darker golden-brown scales on the head like a fer-de-lances

- Jungle dwelling dragons best at gliding through trees and weaving around obstacles

- Sharp needle like claws for clinging to trees; Delicate fangs positioned at the front of the mouth filled with potent golden venom

- Sharp teeth and molars like a monkeys; Short muzzle than most dragons

- Flexible bodies with a specialized flexible spine

- Incredibly delicate as their scales aren't diamond hard of inpenetrable

Cassandra Cain - Drake | Scorpion Drake

- Thick, impenetrable scales that comes in pale shades od brown or shades of black or in between; Long tail that curves upwards slightly tipped with a sharp stinger and poison glands

- Specialized scales along the wrists and ankles that let them feel vibrations in the air; Naturally thinner scales, a weak spot

- Large paws with flat claws to balance on sand

- Able to go long periods without water; Can hold still for hours

- Extremely fast and agile for a drake who are normally bulky because of their thick, armor like scales

- Fast runners because of their longs legs

Rare - Common

Successful Hybrids (that survive) - Extremely Rare

Everburning Dragon - Rare

Phoenix Drake - Rare

Goldenfang - Rare

Asiatic Jade Dragon - Uncommon

Sand Drakes - Uncommon

Thermotect - Uncommon

Scorpion Drake - Uncommon

Black Nightwings - Uncommon

(Inspired by @salparadiselost Dragon Au; The Thermotect, Phoenix Drake, and Goldenfang all belong to her)

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stalkerofthegods · 3 months

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Athena Pallas/Minerva Deep dive

I was going to originally say Athana, but due to respect to her late friend Pallas (not the titan/giant), she will be called Pallas Athena from now on, please forgive my ignorance. To the wisest of the wise, to the goddess that tells us the wisdom, may we all cheer for her, like how men and women and all equal in war would cheer after victory.

Herbs • Olive tree, Tiger lilies, geranium, oak, cypress, Hellebore (Christmas and Lenten rose), and citrus tree, walnuts, pears

Animals• owl, snake, rooster, griffins, horses (she taught men how to tame horses), female lambs, doves (as a symbol of victory), rams, eagles, tigers, leopards, and other cats (could not find why but many were in agreement.)

Zodiac • She was mostly celebrated in June/July so I would say, Gemini, Cancer, and Leo.

Colors • gold, orange, yellow, emerald green, and royal blue

Crystal• bronze, metal, gold, silver, Azurite, Iolite, ruby, star sapphire, turquoise, lapis lazuli, ivory, Amazonite, Iolite, Bloodstone, Clear Quarterrtz, onyx.

Symbols• owls, olive trees, snakes, the Gorgoneion, golden shield, and helmet, serpents

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• you can veil in their honor

Diety of • knowledge, knowledge in war, crafting, inspiration, strategy

Patron of• Military, justice, skills, close combat, good counsel, prudent restrain and practical insight, weaving, and spinning, crocheting, the defense of towns, heroic endeavor, and protection agriculture, she is known in the arts as well with Hephaestus, protectress of the phratries and houses, authority of the law, the order in the courts and the assembly of the people, mathematics, strength, asexuality, librarians, peace, judges, protests, metalwork, birds (called the goddess of the birds), teachers

Offerings• She was sacrificed bulls, rams cows, all female except a lamb, it must be a male lamb, Locrian maidens or children are said to have been sacrificed to her every year as an atonement for the crime committed by the Locrian Ajax upon Cassandra (do not do, just here for historic offerings.), Olives, Bread, Grains, Olive oil, Cakes, Olive tree branches, Owl figurines or imagery, Silver jewelry, Honey, Milk, Books, Strategy games, Quality chess boards, Snake figurines or imagery, Fountain pens, Handmade objects, Clay items ( ex- plates, bowls, vases), Yellow and/or white candles, Yoghurt, Daggers, Swords (including small decorative versions), Devotional poems, Studying, Learning something new, Using what you learn as a way of growing and developing as a person, Standing up for yourself, Improving yourself, Owl pellets, Owl decoys for gardens,Work out clothes/gear, Fidget toys for when you’re working, Brain imagery, Spider imagery, Crafts you have made, Certificates/degrees/awards for achievements, Favorite books/books on mythos or Greece, Knitting/crocheting/crafting materials, Needles, Your glasses, Coffee/tea, Nice pens/pencils, Journals/notebooks, Voting stickers/cards, Spears/swords/daggers/helmets, Protest signs, pears, walnuts, Garlic bread, Start a small side business.

Devotional• Read a book, become a librarian as a summer job, or simply check out or return a book, join a book club, host a book club, learn Battle strategies, learn Wars and how they were won, learn What led to wars being lost, read The Art of War by Sun Tzu, learn about Politics, Democracy in Ancient Greece, learn about Armor and weapons, Catch and release spiders in your home, do Pottery, learn about Cross stitching and knitting, Tutor someone/get tutoring for areas you need help in, Watch TED talks/listen to educational podcasts, Plan out your day/keep a planner, Thinking before taking action, controlling our anger, Learn new vocab words, Make your notes pretty, Learn study techniques, Take appropriate study breaks, Do projects for Her, Challenge yourself, Learn grounding techniques, Do your homework, Give up things that are unhealthy for your brain (ex- smoking cannabis, drinking.), work out, Learn basic first aid, take CPR classes, Take care of your body, Go to protests/advocate

Ephithets• will post later, postponed due to motivational issues, will come soon.

Equivalents• neith (Egyptian), thrud (Norse), Minerva (roman), Athena (Greek)

Alter• I would not put her alter near Heaphestus, be tried to violate her in a myth, I would not put her alter near Aphrodite because they are known to not get along in myths, but things could have changed. She does work well with heroes, so if you worship Hercules or Perseus I would put her alter near them, I would not put her near Arachne and keep her alter away from spider areas, etc. Keep her altar clean and orderly. She does not like the giant Pallas, he tried to ruin her chastity.

Signs they are reaching out• Encounters with owls, olive trees, or feelings of wisdom and inspiration, seeing owls in the day, going to the library more often, staying after school.

Vows/omans• to stay a virgin forever, and to change her name

Number• 6 or 7 and 5 (I couldn't find a website that could agree.)

Morals• Morally lawful

Personality• Strong, endearing, respected, smart, confident, practical, clever, a master of disguises, and a great warrior. Brings Harvard teachers to shame.

Home• Mount Olympus

Mortal or immortal • Immortal

Fact• Some say she invented the flute, she invented the plow, and the rake, borrows tools from Zeus to do war saves people when fate counts on it, she repels Ares, some say Athena’s full name is Pallas Athena, but they say she added the name Pallas to hers after she accidentally mortally injured her friend Pallas during a practice session in her youth. Athena was seen naked bathing, she felt bad for the man, she covered his eyes and made him blind, making him an oracle.

Curses• blindness, more spiders, spilling tea, dyslexia getting harder, losing ur glasses, no one knowing who you're dressed as during Halloween, getting into fights, unjust detentions, no one showing up to class, getting fired as a teacher or librarian (unjustly), dropping books and learning stuff all of the sudden, forgetting materials that you learned on your test, your quizzes and tests get lost.

Blessings• remembering test materials, witty replies in arguments, detentions all of the sudden going away, getting into your dream college, getting into a book club, finding ur books, getting a librarian or teacher or tutor job.

Roots• Greek, near the river Triton born after or in the Titanomachy era.

Friends• Pallas (her friend growing up)

Parentage• Some say Poseidon then she went to Zeus after a dispute and became his daughter, and some say metis and Zeus, some say Hepeastus.

Siblings• Artemis, Aphrodite, the Muses, the Graces, Ares, Apollo, Dionysus, Hebe, Hermes, Heracles, Helen of Troy, Hephaestus, Minos, Perseus, and Porus.

Children• She does not have any romantic lovers, but she has adopted children, who are, Erikhthonios/Erichthonius.

Pet• one white and three dark horse and an owl, (she shares a chariot with Artemis)

Appearance in astral or gen• a stately woman armed with a shield and spear, and wearing a long robe, crested helm, and the famed aigis with the the Gorgon Medusa on a shield

Festivals • The cleansing Festival/Plynteria and Kallynteria Festival, the threshing festival/Skira Festival, the festival of Minerva/Minor Quinquatrus, The panatheanaea/Athena Festival, The Vintage festivalOschophoria Festival, the artisans Festival/Chalkeia Festival.

Day • she does not have any day of the week, the 23 of each month, and the first day.

Sacred places• The Parthenon on the Acropolis of Athens is dedicated to her, and Athens.

Status• Wisdom goddess, One of the major theoi and goddesses in Greek mythology

What angers her • If you stop worshiping her, I would clean up and part respectfully and know she understands, she does not like the sudden removal of an alter and the trashing of one.

The music she likes• classical and lo-fi study music.

Planet• Pallas Athene (minor planet) and the Asteroids 93 Minerva and 2 Pallas

Her Tarot cards• queen of swords, queen of wands, justice card, balance card

Remind me of• the saying “hitting the books” and someone actually throwing books, twilight from My Little Pony, Dead Trees (books)

Scents/Inscene • Patchouli, dragon’s blood, musk, indigo, orange blossom, cinnamon, and cedarwood

My opinion • She's cool.

Prayers•

Prayer To Athena by Liz “Morning Dove” La Posta

Oh, wise Athena with your spear and shield, protect me and my family from injustice and harm. Council me with your wisdom so that I may make the best decisions. Grant me success in my endeavors, but keep me humble so that I might not become condescending to others. I thank you for the many times you have guided me on my Path. Share with me your mysteries and I will do my best to follow. Athena my Goddess, I pray this in your sacred name, and I vow to always be your faithful dedicant.

Prayer to Athena for Wisdom

Clear-eyed Athena, unrivaled in wisdom, daughter of Zeus and Metis whose craft and wit excelled among the mighty Titans: Athena, I pray to you. Wise in all things you are, goddess; your cunning and guile are well known. In time of war you have no equal in tactics or in strategy; many armies have you guided to victory. In time of peace your blessings fall on those whose work is of the mind–friend of the philosopher, the scientist, the student. Advisor of kings, patron of clever heroes and bold-hearted adventurers, defender of the thinker, mistress of reason and understanding, goddess to whom a strong arm and a sharp sword are nothing without the sense to wield them well and the insight to know when words are worth more than weapons. Athena, grant me a sound mind and steady temper, bless me with good judgment, show me the long view.

Links/websites/sources •seleniangnosis https://www.theoi.com/Cult/AthenaTitles.htmlhttps://www.britannica.com/topic/Athena-Greek-mythology https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Athenahttps://www.perseus.tufts.edu/Herakles/athena.html https://www.theoi.com/Olympios/Athena.html

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(I'm sorry the chance of jaune keep himself in the world closing the gate letting RWBY leave I just gotta reveal a legend)

The void the final spot he didn't think to see again. It's not a bad way to go, not a bad way to go out at all. As he falls, Jaune's eye closes. An unknown time pass as a large fellow comes across his body.

???: Huh what's this another victim of the rift......What is this...this kid got some potential maybe he can be my ticket out of here.

The figure picked up the unconscious Jaune over shoulder as they continued to walk on going through a portal.

???: When you awaken, I'm gonna help you become great... maybe even you might reach my fame...of the mighty GILGAMESH...HAHAHA

(Yes this bumbling fool he can be actually dangerous)

Everything was shaking. It was soft and subtle, save for the pressure placed on his abdomen. Jaune's stomach churned as he felt an ever so familiar stinging climb to his throat. He let out a burp, then found himself being thrown through the air.

"A mighty warrior is not vomit-resistant!"

Jaune shook his head as he regained his bearings, finding himself in a strange world. One completely different from the one he was in before. All around him was gold and white, with clouds rolling in the distance across a field of low-hanging mist. It was beautiful compared to the black void of stars and golden archways that he left behind. That he fell through.

"So, you've finally come to, have you?" Towering across from him was an imposing figure covered in a red cape, gold and black armor adorning his torso and arms while purple pants with red polka-dots covered his lower half. "Greetings, soon-to-be mighty warrior! You've been blessed by the mighty Gilgamesh!" A screech brought his attention to the eagle perched on the stranger's shoulder. "And Enkidu!"

"Wh... Where am I?" Jaune asked. The bridge! The others! He had to-

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Jaune was pushed to the ground by a staff. "And where do you think you're going?"

"I have to find my friends! They're-"

"Already gone." Gilgamesh shook his head. "You were the only one I could save before the realm between realms collapsed."

"Then... Then they... and I..."

"You're alive. They probably are, too." This brought life back into Jaune's eyes. Gilgamesh smiled and lifted his staff from Jaune's chest. "Aha! I knew that would lift your spirits, even if I don't exactly know if they're alive right now!" At this, Jaune slumped. "Hey, hey! Don't give up so soon! I didn't grab you for no reason you know!"

"Then why did you save me?"

"This is a pocket dimension of my own design." He glanced around the area. "It is here that I can train myself, mind, body, and soul, and other parts of me that makes Gilgamesh as mighty as he is!"

"So... you can get back to Remnant?" Jaune brought himself to his feet.

"Indeed!"

"Then I can go back to Remnant!"

"Nope!"

"Huh?"

"I see something in you. A greatness that reminds me of my rival, yet untempered as his became." Gilgamesh thrust a finger out towards Jaune. "I intend to temper that greatness until you're half as great as he is!"

"What?"

"But enough expository banter! Now we fight like men! And ladies! And ladies who dress like men! For Gilgamesh...it is morphing time!"

"What?"

"EXCELSIOR!" Jaune blinked, and the fight was already over. What little was left in his stomach expelled through his mouth as his body was slammed through a thick wall that suddenly appeared behind him. Jaune rolled across the ground until he was finally stopped by Gilgamesh's own foot on his chest. "Hm... It seems I overestimated you." He snapped his fingers. "No matter! Let this be your first lesson of Gilgamesh: Don't get hit!"

Jaune could only groan in pain.

#rwby #rwby au #final fantasy #final fantasy v #final fantasy series #jaune arc #gilgamesh #enkidu

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what bird do you imagine Reynauld as and why? :}

Ahaha!!!! thanks for making it easier for me to answer Coffee ;;

Reynauld is a tough case! He's not as easily summarizeable as Dismas imo so I had to pick and choose what characteristics to focus on, I had to do a lot of research on this one! ;;

My go-to instinct is to assign him as a Harpy Eagle, since they're a big bird and their plumage kinda fit the whole grey-armor thing. But they're decently calm tempered and even friendly sometimes, and their hunting style is too static--since they perch-hunt--and that doesn't particularly match what I had in mind for Reynauld. In fact, I think it fits more of Baldwin's or even Barristan's style (I'll think on that a bit more later).

I think with Reynauld's army background he'd be comfortable around people, therefore flocks. He's also a pretty confident guy who speaks his mind as an unshakable leader. (Haha) Which means he would have the audacity of the larger and more daring birds of prey. (Sorry Kites and Falcons! Some of y'all are audacious tho!)

In game, he has the second highest HP, so I was thinking a fairly tough bird like the Golden Eagle. However, the Crusader is a generalist class. You can place him nearly anywhere and he can provide some sort of benefit, and he doesn't particularly have a specific niche. So I took that flexibility into account.

In conclusion, I think I'll assign him a Swainson's Hawk. Swainson's hawks are migrants and form flocks. Their flying and hunting style are incredibly varied, ranging from perch-hunting, hovering, and even ground hunting! They're also not that fast for a hawk, and some describe their terrestrial hunting style to be fairly clunky: reminiscent to his in-game slow speed.

I also took aesthetic into account. Unfortunately, finding grey or blue hawks that matched the above characteristics is fairly difficult. So the closest thing I found that kinda matched did end up being Swainson's Hawk. I'm thinking specifically the light morph rather than the dark morph because I like to think of the dark head as a helmet, red-ish breast as his holy symbol, and the rest in an armored variety ;;

Another incredibly fun thing about these hawks is that they're opportunistic feeders, which means that they sometimes participate in kleptoparasitism. Isn't that a little perfect?

#darkest dungeon #dd Reynauld #darkest dungeon reynauld #this bird responds #merging my special interest and hyperfixation into one big mess!#i think thats the next DD-bird pairing ill draw next! though the idea is always up for grabs #should i start a series of this? assign all the characters a bird?#regardless thanks again coffee!! i love chatting about birds

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silvergolddraco28 · 5 months

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Chaos in Ink- Open Roleplay

What would happen when our favorite Monkey Teen finally snaps with the ‘help’ of a ‘friendly’ ink creature after a curtain blue lion breaks his word?

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“I'm sorry Mk, but Monkey King must remain in the scroll.” a blue lion demon spoke with a shake of his head and golden mane to the human teen that stood across from the speaking lion demon and his two brothers a white elephant demon and a white eagle demon. The teen clenched his hands in pure rage ignoring the concerned looks from the pig demon, the blue river demon, a blue and orange cat, a young girl, and an average man rounding out the rest of the group behind the teen.

“You… you lied to me… I trusted your word…” the teen realized as shadows covered his eyes.

A circle of blue-tinted black ink formed around the angry teen shocking everyone at this development especially the blue lion demon who looked at the scroll in his hands.

”Look at what we go here… another being that abused our trust, well technically Mac doesn't count anymore since he earned it back. Still… we going to let this kitty cat walk all over us at take away our mentor [mother] from us like everyone else?” An ink and monkey version of the teen spoke dropping itself across the teen’s shoulders like a friend would to comfort another.

“We beat you in the scroll! How did you get out?!” the girl questioned as the ink creature scowled at her.

”you beat me back… but the kid here absorbs magic like a vacuum. All he needs in a shard and he can produce it and any ability he sees. The perfect case of Monkey See Monkey Do.” The creature scoffed at the girl stunning her silent. ”after all…. Isn't Macaque a type of magic-eating demon while our Mentor [Mother] is the perfect template of a being gaining power through observation and fighting?”

The ink demon grinned. ”The Sun and the Moon combined into one creates an Eclipse. The symbol of Chaos and Destruction.” Ink added with a terrifying aura slowly rising from the teen the Ink demon was holding onto. ”So Mk, you want to show these lesser demons what happens when you mess with the Eclipse Prince?” the demon smirked as gold and purple lightning sparked up and down the teen.

The three demons from across the pissed-off teen prepared their weapons. “Boy, you won't be able to defeat us.” The lion demon scowled but in the back of his mind, he was mentally reeling with this information the ink creature had just spilled.

“You know what… I'm sick and tired of everyone thinking I'm some sort of pushover… I think it time I. Push. Back!” Mk spoke opening his eyes, the left glowing a bright golden and the right a deep dark purple with angry blood-red irises. Ink grinned and swirled around the teen easily encasing the teen’s body in ink before revealing it to have become silver armor on his arms, shoulders, and legs with icy blue etchings of stylized stars. His clothing had changed as well under the armor, his shirt was half gold and half purple that was diagonally separated with blood-red edging while his pants were black with a blood-red, gold, and purple shirt that was tied around his hips with a silver sash. Three monkey tails swayed behind the teen one tipped in gold, another in purple, and the last in a blood-red color. The teen then flicked out six lotus petal ears following the same color scheme gold, blood-red, and purple with an icy blue edging on all six ears. Finally, a blood-red flaming mask covered Mk’s face with gold and purple dots forming a heart within the flames.

The teen surged forward, nothing more than a streak of blood-red lightning as he raced across the space towards the blue lion. “Give me back my Mother!” the teen growled snapping his pawed hand like a snake onto the scroll tile the lion held.

Blood red tinted shadow rose up from the ground startling the lion into letting go of the tile as the teen held it close and tucked it into his shirt right next to his heart. More silver rolled over from the armor and created a rather solid chest piece to protect the tile now resting in Mk’s clothes. The teen then back flipped a few times away from the lion demon before landing with two feet and a hand on the ground while his other hand was level with his shoulder. ”You’ll pay Azure… for lying to me and emotionally harming my mother.” Mk growled showing off his monkey fangs as multiple red tinted shadow clones rose up with angered expressions and attacked the trio of demons.

“Mk?” The girl called out in shock at what she was hearing and seeing her long time best friend doing.

“Don’t Mei. I know exactly what I’m doing… I’m making sure no one takes my mother away from me again even if I have to hide us where no one will find us and bother us.” Mk responded, his tails flicking as he contemplated if he should bring Macaque as well. A troop was better with three then with just two. If he blended a power from the ice witch and one of macaque’s abilities it’s possible he could create a type of hypnosis that could work and help his Mother and teacher [father] reconcile properly.

*’See? Your already doing more then enough. Just beat those worthless demons collect [father] and we can create a whole new island for our family to live on without mortals interfereing or other demons trying to kill us.’* Ink mentally supplied the suggested to Mk who couldn’t keep back the wicked grin that spread on his face. “Alright… let’s break some bones!” Mk rushed back into the fight with his clones not even bothering to summon a weapon as he just used his fists, legs, and tails to attacks.

The group watched in shocked awe as Mk managed to separate the eagle demon from the elephant demon and Azure’s reach. “So… you're the Golden Wing Peng? We sure you're not a chicken?” Mk grinned at the bird demon holding out a pawed hand to the side and forming a wickedly sharp spear with a spiked end, the blade itself looked to be crystal red with a purple crescent moon at the base of the blade before it changed into a long dark gold shaft etched with black letters with a icy blue counterweight at the end.

The eagle demon, Peng, glared at the teen. “I’ll make you pay for that insult child.” the bird demon promised before he attacked with his spear. Mk simply dodged and blocked the attacks with his own spear watching and rapidly learning before he started to attack himself and quickly turned the tables on the bird demon.

Mk smirked as he drove his spear into Peng’s side right between the plates of armor. “That’s for insulting me. This is for insulting my teacher [father]!” Mk snarled as blood red energy arched up the spear and right into the demon’s body.

“Mk!” Mei called in shock at how violent the teen-turned-monkey was acting.

“Stay out of this Mei!” Mk called back. Pulling his spear out of the wounded eagle demon and dismissing it as blood-red-tinted ink rose up around Peng and consumed him creating a blood-red bamboo tablet with a name written out in glowing purple letters. The teen caught the tablet before it could hit the ground smirking up at Azure. “You should never have pushed me Azure.”

The lion and elephant looked at the young teen in shock as the teen pulled out the blue tablet. Arcane words slowly spilled from Mk’s lips layered with the warped voice of the ink as the blue tablet glowed ink flowed out of the tablet and took a familiar form. Dazed golden eyes blinked at the teen with mild confusion written on the being face. “Mk… what hap-owf!” the golden monkey was cut off as he was tackled by the teenage monkey getting sent to his ass while the teen’s three tails wagged happily.

“It worked! Yes yes yes!” Mk happily grinned nuzzling into the golden monkey’s neck and chin. “I'm not letting you out of my sight ever again Mama.”

Golden eyes widened slightly. “Mk I'm not a par-” the golden monkey was cut off once again. he locked eyes with the teen his golden ones shrinking and taking a dark purple hue before he slumped forwards into the waiting arms of two shadow clones as Mk stood swallowing the golden monkey and the clones in a red tinted portal of shadows. Mk looked towards the two groups a cold glare in his eyes.

”Don’t try and find us. All I will ever need is my Mother and my Father. This world can burn to the ground for all I care for all it's ever done for me and my parents. Be warned if anyone ever tries and take them from me there won't be a Diyu waiting for what ever poor soul that crosses my path.” Mk spoke before leaving in a swirl of his own portal knowing exactly where he wanted to go next.

‘Take me to my Father.’ he silently commanded his powers while encasing himself in an illusion of his normal mortal look.

He stepped out of the shadows blinking when he found himself back on FFM. “Macaque! Macaque are you here?!” Mk called out sensing the shadow monkey’s magic up in the trees.

TBC

Please please please reblog and comment!?!?! I want to know what everyone thinks and yes this is inspired by an animatic i found on YouTube but with my own twist to it.

#fanfiction #lmk au #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #collab help #cowrite #amwriting #sun wuking x macaque #lmk rp #lmk wukong #sun wukong x macaque #lego monkie king #lmk sun wukong #liu er mihou #six eared macaque

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me and the bestie @questionablesanity were being nerds and talking about what houses the paldean trio + BB academy besties would be in fire emblem 3 houses and also their classes so here's our list. feel free to agree or disagree

no explanation will be given for any of them because we were lowkey just having a good time lol this was fun

Nemona - Blue Lions, Swordmaster Arven - Golden Deer, Bow Knight Penny - Golden Deer, Valkyrie Carmine - Black Eagles, War Cleric Kieran - Blue Lions, Dark Knight Lacey - Blue Lions, Gremory Crispin - Golden Deer, Armored Knight Amarys - Black Eagles, Dark Flier Drayton - Golden Deer, Trickster

#crimson flower route supporters in next post? definitely possible #i might add team star to this also actually #might draw some designs for them? idk maybe we'll see #pokemon #pokemon sv #pokemon scarlet and violet #the teal mask #the indigo disk #fe3h #fire emblem 3 houses #lyn.txt

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theaskywalker · 2 years

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My Masterlist

The Hobbit

Imagines

Great Eagles

Lake Town

Khuzdul Insults

Erebor

Thorin Oakenshield

A Heir

Gandalf's Apprentice

Silent Protector

Love Braids

Kili An Elven Lady

His Saviour

Archery Lessons

Storytellers

Fili

Wedding

Khuzdul

Storytellers

Unexpected Guest

Bofur

A Dwarven Toystore

A New Life

Bombur

A Dwarven Toystore

Bifur

Battlefield

A Dwarven Toystore

Bilbo Baggins

Afternoon Tea

Dinner at Bag End

Legolas Greenleaf

Silvan Elves

Human Friend

An Elvish Courtship

Dwalin

Prancing Pony

Radagast the Brown

Dol Guldur

Thranduil

Elven Warrior

Headcanons

Thorin & Company as Zodiac Signs (coming soon)

How would they react to a s/o of elvish heritage (coming soon)

Thorin Oakenshield

Thorin falling in love with Bilbo's twin sister (coming soon)

Kili

Being in a love triangle with Kili and Tauriel would include

Bofur

Sleeping in

Being Bofur's younger sister and joining him on the Quest

Fili

Having a crush on Fili would include

Chronicles of Narnia

Imagines

Peter Pevensie

His High Queen

Hurt

Close Friends

Edmund Pevensie

Nymph

Marriage Proposal

Close Friends

Lucy Pevensie

The Wardrobe

An Invitation for Tea

Close Friends

Susan Pevensie

Winter Fun

Midnight Masquerade

Close Friends

Caspian

Royal Child

Quest

Headcanons

Chronicles of Narnia Characters as Zodiac Signs

The Pevensie Siblings as Scents

House of the Dragon

Twilight

The Mummy

Imagines

A Desert Warrior (Ardeth Bay)

The Egyptian Priest (Imhotep)

Adopted Sister (Jonathan & Evelyn Carnahan)

Comrades (Rick O'Connell)

Horus (Ardeth Bay)

Egyptology (Evelyn Carnahan)

A Decade Apart (Ardeth Bay)

Night at the Museum

Imagines

Her King (Ahkmenrah)

The Golden Trio (Jedediah & Octavius)

A Lesson in History (Sacagawea)

A Song for Her (Ahkmenrah)

A Knight in Shining Armor (Lancelot)

Night to Remember

Great Royal Wife (Ahkmenrah)

The Secret of the Tablet

Nightmare Before Christmas

Imagines

Unlikely Friends (Sally)

Halloween Town (Jack Skellington)

A Lesson in Herbology (Sally)

Christmas (Jack Skellington)

Damsel in Distress (Sally)

Corpse Bride

Imagines

Mozart (Emily)

Her Faithful Governess (Victoria Everglot)

An Awkward Suitor (Victor Van Dort)

Family Jewels (Emily)

A Friend in Need (Victoria Everglot)

Fireflies (Victor Van Dort)

Studio Ghibli

Imagines

Witch's Apprentice (Zeniba)

Frozen Lemonade (Kiki)

Cat Bureau (Baron Humbert)

Bathhouse (Chihiro)

Her Sister's Helper (Sophie)

Spirit World (Haku)

Picnic (Howl)

Coquelicot Manor (Umi)

Dreams (Haku)

Whisper of her Heart (Shizuku)

A Sister's Duty (Pazu & Sheeta)

Savior (Howl)

Carte Postale (Kiki)

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Avatar

Imagines

Ilu (Lo'ak)

Chief's Daughter (Neteyam)

Spirit Tree (Tsireya)

Metkayina Way (Ronal)

Inkheart

Imagines

Dragon's Breath (Dustfinger)

1001 Nights (Farid)

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aralezinspace · 10 months

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Sweet Nightmares (The Tale of the Blade in the Dark) Part I

A single Hidden One goes against Dream of the Endless, and gets way more than they bargained for. One does not emerge from a nightmare unscathed. Next

A/N: (crossover with Assassin's Creed) My contribution to @roguelov's Sweet Nightmares challenge! I had so much fun writing this 🤩Writing action and stuff like this is one of my favorite things. parts 2-4 will be out this week as I edit them. Enjoy! gif by @honeybeezgobzzzzz

Warnings: AFAB, named, they/them reader, blood, nightmare!Morpheus, some Endless style torture, copious use of petnames

The Fortress of Alamut, Persia, 999 AD.

The night was bitterly cold. A Master Assassin in the twilight of their prime doggedly trudged up the path to the main courtyard before the fortress. They could see a campfire burning, with a dozen men mingling around it. They shivered, even the heavy cloak they had purchased from a village at the foot of the mountains couldn’t keep out the cold. They missed the warmth of the sun and grit their teeth against the ice trying to settle in their bones.

“Halt!” one of the men cried, drawing his sword as the Master entered the ring of firelight, their face shadowed by their hood. “Who are you, stranger, what are you doing here?” The Master could see these men and women were mostly novices and a few journeymen Assassins by the state of their robes, but they had all settled into a fighting stance, ready to defend their home themselves or get reinforcements.

They chuckled, their hands held up by their shoulders. “I am no stranger, but one of your brothers from the Levant.” They took a few more steps toward the fire, the heat of the flames just tickling their nose. The one novice lowered his sword just a fraction of an inch, his eyes darting to the pattern of their robes and armor, the Assassin insignia on their belt. “Forgive me, Master.” His words were shaky, humble, as he sheathed his sword.

“There is nothing to forgive, novice,” they replied with a smile, lowering their hands. “Were I actually an intruder who meant you harm, you would have been ready. May I share your fire for a while before going inside? Your Mentor is expecting me, but I am weary from the road.”

“Yes, please, of course.” The novice gestured to the circle of logs around the fire, and the others sat down as well, scooting closer to each other to make room for their visitor. The Master sat heavily, exhaustion settling on their shoulders as the fire began to warm them.

“Thank you,” they murmured. “In return for your kindness, let me give you a story.” The novices all shifted, staring at the Master with rapt attention. Stories told by Master Assassins were rare things; usually they were too busy with the work of the Brotherhood to indulge in oral tradition with those beneath them. The Master continued, “I never sleep well on the road, and the long nights have brought this particular story to mind. It tells of a Hidden One, one of our own, and the King of Dreams. Where I am from, we call it the tale of the blade in the dark.”

The City of Baghdad, mid 700’s AD.

The sun pounded on their head as their running feet pounded the streets of Baghdad. Clouds of golden dust sprang up with every step, booted feet slapping against the stones pressed into the ground. Every breath of hot, dry desert air laced with sand burned in and out of their lungs. Sweat dripped down the back of their neck, rolling down their spine only to be soaked up by their blouse and mixed with the blood staining the fabric red.

Robes that had once been the white of a dove’s wing were growing dull with age and wear. A white hood with a beak like an eagle covered their head, keeping the sun out of their eyes and their face out of the enemy’s. The leather cuirass, bracers, and greaves had seen better days, but the material was still strong. The left bracer held their hidden blade, its snug weight around their forearm a grounding sensation in the midst of all the chaos. Their blade had never let them down before. A scimitar hung from their belt, a curved dagger securely sheathed across the back of their waist.

The armor would need to be repaired, if they made it out of this alive. A brute with a great two handed sword had almost gotten the better of them- rather than an immediate death blow, the Hidden One had managed to strafe away just far enough for the blade to rip through the leather covering their side, along with their flesh. Blood that was not theirs had been splattered across their face and neck, along with a few smudges on the bottom hem of their robes. Their palms were coated in red as well, rapidly becoming dry and sticky as they ran.

Angry shouts of armed guards followed close behind, mixed with the clattering of their weapons and shouts of civilians being roughly shoved aside. The guard captain had almost lost the fleeing assassin, but the steady trail of blood droplets staining the sand provided a reliable trail. They wouldn’t escape this time, not with that injury.

The Assassin grit their teeth and continued to run, gasping for breath. The gash in their side throbbed with every step, every beat of their heart. The shirt under their robes and leather armor and weapons belt was soaked with blood, the fabric clinging to their skin and creeping into the wound. The Hidden Ones bureau wasn’t far, just a few streets away, but the guards were almost on them, and they could not, would not, compromise the brotherhood.

They were running out of time and options: either lose their pursuers in the maze of Baghdad’s streets and alleys, or face them head on. Six against one, a fight they could win any other day, when they weren’t bleeding out. They pressed a hand to their side, grunting and grimacing.

The Hidden One turned a corner and stumbled, a harsh gasp forced from their lungs as they leaned hard into the cool stone of the building next to them. Their hand left a smear of red on the tanned stone. Their vision went fuzzy around the edges, a shudder wracked their frame. They swore under their breath; the guards were almost on them. Frantic brown eyes darted around, looking for a way out, somewhere to disappear.

There, a dozen steps ahead: a ladder to the flat rooftops, connected by a scaffold of ropes and planks. Gasping for breath and snarling in pain, they pushed their screaming body forward, their steps heavier and slower by the second.

The guards turned the corner just as their target reached the top of the ladder and began tiredly sprinting across the rooftops. The captain shouted a series of frustrated commands: two guards followed the fleeing assassin up to the roof while the rest split off to follow from the ground.

The Assassin kept running, kept leaping from building to building, kept weaving around rooftop gardens and clotheslines, pushed their pain riddled body to keep going. Every step was heavy agony, every reach for the next ledge ripped them apart. If they couldn’t lose their pursuers, they could at least pick the best spot for their last stand.

They continued to climb, tears of pain and desperation mixed with the blood and sweat and sand already clinging to their face. Just a little further…

The roof of the covered bazaar. Long, flat, free of stray obstacles, intermittently dotted with enclosed rooftop gardens. Each was a small, house-like structure: a square of knee-high fencing, four posts, a roof, and a thin curtain on each side, flowing in the breeze. As they panted for breath, a thought occurred: hide, and maybe live to fight another day.

They started to run to the furthest garden, their legs giving out after just two steps. They cried out as they fell, the stone of the roof scraping their palms. Despair settled fast and heavy at their back. Before they could give in, the guards’ shouts cut through the hum of activity and conversation from the market below. Their heart pounded harder, primal survival instinct dragging them slowly to leaden feet and pushing them forward.

They had just tumbled over the fencing and into the garden when the soldiers reached the rooftop. Squished leaves and vegetables crunched under the weight of their body, the moisture in the soil traded places with the blood soaking their clothes.

They breathed deeply, forcing themselves to calm their racing heart while resisting the temptation to let their eyes fall shut and succumb to blackness. The guards were definitely looking; they could hear the confused shouts and orders to spread out, the footsteps that tried and failed to be quiet.

It was only minutes, but it felt like hours before the last of them finally gave up and clambered down from the roof. A heavy sigh rattled out of their lungs and they let their limbs fully relax into the soft earth beneath them. It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to think.

The Hidden One felt tears burn at the back of their eyes, and a high, pathetic whimper bubbled unbidden from their mouth. They had failed in their mission. They had failed to kill the target. Looking back, it was a miracle they had managed to escape the palace alive. After all, who sends a single Assassin against Dream of the Endless?

They had to get back to the bureau- They were a Master Assassin, and refused to pay for the folly of their superiors with their blood.

Groaning, the Assassin lifted themselves up to sitting and looked around, hoping and praying they had chanced upon a garden with at least one intact medicinal herb… no such luck. With another groan, this one in exasperation, they stood and released their hidden blade with a quick flick of their wrist. Gritting their teeth against the pain of reaching up, they cut down one of the curtains concealing them and sliced it into strips, tying the ends together. Once they had a sufficiently long piece, they wrapped it around their torso, covering the massive gash splitting their side open, and tied it as tight as they could bear. That was all they could do, and it would have to be enough.

Taking a deep breath, they hauled their body out of the garden, leaning heavily on the structure for a moment to regain their balance. When they looked up to get their bearings, a man stood before them.

Some would describe what Dream of the Endless was currently doing as lurking, but he preferred to think of it as waiting, as biding his time. Sitting atop a domed roof in the midday sun, he waited.

The city spread out beneath him hummed and bustled with life, he could feel the magic in the air. Baghdad was truly prosperous, a wonder among the cities of man. It didn’t seem quite real, which he supposed made sense. There was real magic here, a force that no other city on earth possessed. It was as if someone had cast the mirage of a city from the Dreaming onto the desert sand and let it grow and adapt to the world around it. A city straddling two worlds.

Beneath his alabaster skin, red rage was simmering like lava beneath a volcano. An attempt had been made on his life, and the one responsible had escaped. For now. They had gotten in one good shot, the blade hidden in their bracer piercing deep into his chest, but ultimately missing anything vital. Besides, he was an Endless, it would take much more than a clever blade to dispatch him.

Nevertheless, such an offense could not stand. His assailant had been gravely injured in the subsequent fight with the palace guards but had managed to flee. He followed the pull of their consciousness, the scent of the blood that dripped from their wound. They were getting closer. His hands curled into tense fists as he perched like an eagle, waiting to descend from above for the death blow.

Anger mixed with arousal, his wounded pride roaring like a dying animal. No one had dared even think of attempting to assail him, steps away from the border of the Dreaming no less. And yet, this one would-be assassin had done all that and more. They had attempted to claim his life, to claim all function of his physical form. His pride couldn’t wait to return the favor- they were wounded, but they were also fast, deadly, clever. Had he been human, it would have been the end of him. They would be worth the time it took to break them. Morpheus forced himself to be strategic, to cool his rage. It had been quite a while since he had an interesting plaything.

Fathomless eyes focused on a lone figure darting across the roof beneath him, their steps faltering against their will. He growled lowly to himself at the sight of his target. Dream slipped into the space between the wind and moved closer. He couldn’t see their face, only the beaked hood that hid their features, and blood-soaked robes beneath worn leather armor. They were on their last legs, but so determined to keep going.

He scoffed as they drew closer- watching, waiting. They dove into one of the enclosed gardens, and after a breath, it was as if they had never been there. Dream had never seen a mere human vanish without a trace that quickly. He watched the rooftop intently, observed the guards frantically looking for their lost target. A disdainful chuckle shook his chest at their frustration- one guard even unleashed some of his ire on a stray fragment of wood, kicking it down to the street below.

The guards slowly dispersed and headed back to their posts. He could tell they were nervous: how would they explain to their lord that they had lost track of his would-be killer? It didn’t matter to the Nightmare King, he’d blunt this little blade personally. Black hole eyes were focused on the enclosed garden where the Hidden One had taken shelter. He hoped they hadn’t succumbed to their wounds in the time it had taken the guards to give up- that would not suit his purposes at all. He waited, waited, hardly moving. Even the wind had stilled, holding its breath in anticipation.

Then, movement. So they weren’t dead after all. He was almost relieved; it would be disappointing if they died in any manner other than by his hand. The faded red fabric hiding the garden fluttered before appearing to split itself in two. A hand reached up and out, tearing the fabric from where it was attached to the little wooden roof.

Dream prowled closer, his robes and feet making not a single whisper as they slid across the sand-dusted rooftop. He heard pained grunts and groans as he drew closer, along with the shuffling and shifting of fabric and leaves. Any moment now…

Morpheus skittered backwards as the Hidden One tumbled out of the garden, holding onto the wooden frame like a lifeline. He held perfectly still, even as he committed their form to memory (it was much easier to take in the details when they weren’t stabbing him). Their face was still shadowed by their hood, but their build was lithe and lean, like a dancer, or a well-tempered sword. His eyes widened slightly when he saw the slight curve of their breasts beneath the leather chest piece. Would wonders never cease…

Their eyes locked and the two stared at each other for a frozen, infinite moment, trying to make the opposite figure make sense:

Morpheus took in the armor, the weapons, the blood spatters that ranged from scattered ruby drops on their strong yet delicate face, to their side where their robes had almost been stained black from how much had soaked into the fabric. He took in the way they leaned against the garden: nails digging into the crevices of the wood, frustrated and resentful of their reliance on the structure. Even so, they held themselves with a dogged determination that, combined with the blood covering them, was making his stomach churn, and not unpleasantly. They looked like they had barely escaped clawing their way out of hell, and yet still challenged every demon to face them if they dared.

The Hidden One’s eyes flickered over and around the figure before them, unable to remain focused on any part of him for longer than a blink. Now that they weren’t running for their life, they could properly take in his features: he was pale, practically the same shade of white their robes had been when freshly sewn. He held himself with all the authority of a king, back ramrod straight even as he stared them down with open disdain. His raven black hair fluttered gently despite there being no breeze to move it. They wondered how sweat was not leaking from every pore as a consequence of wearing deep black robes in the heat of the midday sun. He was the most hauntingly, dangerously beautiful person they had ever seen.

After the second that seemed to last an eternity, primal survival instinct took over. Every muscle screamed in agony from the speed and force of drawing the dagger from their belt. Dream jumped back as they slashed at him with a desperate yell. They took another lunge and slashed at him again, the Endless easily evading it, his frown deepening.

After the third cut at him, Morpheus’ form lit up with prideful anger. How dare this single tool of a secret organization attack him, the King of Dreams? He, who was older and had more power at his command than any of those humans could possibly fathom?

Power flooded into his hands, ready to be unleashed with a thought. Dream hadn’t seen combat up close for literal eons, but survival was not something one forgot. The easy, casual cruelty that came with battle and warfare was not something that ever went away, only dormant.

One arm blocked the Assassin’s next attack while the other hand snaked through their guard and firmly latched onto their throat. They choked and sputtered as he squeezed ever so slightly. The fire didn’t leave their eyes, but was quickly being replaced by fatigue and fear. The dagger slipped from their grasp and clattered to the stone at their feet.

“You dare?” he growled, angered, and somewhat impressed at the bravery and tenacity of this little blade. Both hands scrabbled at Dream’s wrist, staring at him with terrified awe. He snarled and squeezed harder, hard enough to feel their erratic pulse beneath the pad of his thumb. He felt their struggles weaken before he saw their eyes roll back into their head.

Once he sensed they were no longer conscious, he released his grip and let them crumple into a heap at his feet. He needed to get them back to the Dreaming; that wound would be fatal otherwise, and he wasn’t done with them just yet. A smile that would have frightened anyone who saw it spread across his face as he swept his cloak over their body, and the two vanished.

#The Sandman #the sandman fanfic #Assassin's Creed fanfic #Morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #Morpheus imagine #Assassin’s Creed

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hear me out okay

so i’ve had like this idea for the longest time. It’s basically the ancients and their parents (mostly single lma) called the First Generation. This does go against canon logic technically, but let’s just say the current ancients are like their heirs in a way?? okay so like here we go

White Cocoa: Dark cacaos mother, dragon born, badass queen-

alias: The dragon of the north and the ice warrior of the north

one of the strongest female leaders in the land. she doesn’t wear armor or anything. Just a black dress with long gloves, a cloak like cacaos, the crown and sword. she also has this very cool falcon she found when young she named Artemis that she passed down to cacao when she died. She was unfortunately murdered by Wildflower who was love sick on gaining power and influence. she also has red eyes and white hair she got for being one with the snow.

can be basically brought back from the dead by a ritual involving a certain flower on a spot in her temple, causing her statue to crack and out she comes.

personality: Basically cacao but like very laid back woman ish?? idk

Baked Parm. Cookie: golden cheeses dad

eagle silly, or like falcon or something??

knew fettuccine when they were a little noodle. Very good friend with Cocoa and hates Wildflower.

personality: Very full of himself and slightly narcissistic. very chill but can be very serious when it comes to battle and loves his daughter to pieces.

looks: I don’t really have an idea yet but something golden cheese

Divine Goddess: Possibly the wife of white cocoa??? (this may change of course but for now she is)

I have a decent idea on her backstory. Back in her time the republic was very sexist (like a medieval kingdom haur haur) and women normally didn’t join the army. she was the first female commander of her time, and fought many battles with her other allies. when she did, she was made into a martyr and that’s how the divine religion started up.

Golden armor, looks like madeleine, but is more statue like. (doesn’t have a mouth, etc.) the second strongest of the first generation.

alias: Doesn’t really have one (for now)

Wildflower: A very chill little dude, father of white lily.

father like daughter, he falls in a love sick wanting of power. the two were the same in many ways, yet different. Lily wanted to do it for the good, he didn’t. He planned to take the world over to create the perfect world. (very idealist, and very dictatorial.)

in that grab for power, he decides to start turning on his allies.

he decides white cocoa would be a good place to start since she had a really good palace to be used as a main base. In their scuffle and meet up, White cocoa and him fight, he kills her right in-front of her poor son at the age of ten. Wildflower simply runs once guards run after hearing cacao cry and weep for his dying mother.

???: holly berries dad (i forgot his name, so sorry :( )

if want more info just ask and tbh i want credit if someone uses this idea? thank you!! :3

(Edit: To be honest, this probably won’t get seen anyway, and probably doesn’t even make sense.)

and of course comment if you have anything to add. I’ll definitely draw these guys at some point when i stop using blocks for body’s and use proportions.

edit again: I totally forgot by peepaw nilly

Vanilla Bean: pure vanillas mother

alias: “The creator”

personality: Very sweet and caring, worried for her poor little youngin. she’s very inviting but can blow a gasket if you can make her.

backstory ish:??? born from vanillas straws and flower petals of blues and whites. When she found out about wildflower attacking her dear ally, she went after him. out of the whole group, wildflower and her knew each other the longest.

desc: Pretty much a long white dress, long wavy and curly blonde hair, light blue eyes with a yellow diamond in the middle. She has a star mark like her son, has a crown piece and is a healer companion who can also attack.

#pure vanilla cookie #dark cacao cookie #white lily cookie #hollyberry cookie #golden cheese cookie

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