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ghostieyanyan · 3 months

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Is it ok if I can ask for a yandere Rollo Flamme? I like the idea of Rollo because he’s already based off a yandere villain so it makes sense. And I think Rolli would like to get close to Yuu cuz they don’t have any magic so they’re seen as ‘pure’ in Rollo’s eyes. Maybe Rollo can be seen trying hard to control his urges at the fireplace or he captured MC and tried to burn them at the stake like in the movie? Your choice.

hehehe... why not just add salt to injure? what if mc has pyrophobia, a fear of fire?

~Let the fire purify you~

Yan!Rollo x Pyrophobia!Mc

Warnings: Fire, burning, kidnapping, anxiety attack, chains, gag, breakdown,

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Rollo hated magic... with a passion. A passion that burned so bright that hurricanes, rainstorms, floods, and tsunami together couldn't extinguish this flame of pure hatred.

How does no one sees the danger of magic? How many lives have to be taken in the hand of magic for people to understand this is a problem? He guesses that its one of humanities sin, playing dumb, playing ignorant, until it becomes someone they care about that gets hurt. its always like that... why could people just see things through his lenses BEFORE someone got hurt...

But for now, he just has to do gods work for everyone else, until they see things his ways...

He had a plan. a plan that will solve this problem before it could get worst. The plan to get rid of magic, from one of the most powerful mages in twisted wonderland, to the student "prodigies" of that sick, sinful school, to the townsfolks of Fleur city, to every inch of Twisted wonderland.

With this crazy plan, he'll make, no, he'll force everyone to see how he sees life should be. he didnt care on who got hurt-

until-

he met Night Raven College's gem in the rock, their Perfect. When all the students were introducing themselves, when it was your turn. He swore the world stopped and he would have swore on his life that he saw wings and a halo on you. You looked, spoke, and acted like an angel. you even allow these sinful... beasts... breathe the same air as you. then you have an ACTUAL beast as a familiar. don't tell grim that.

your heart and soul must be made out of pure gold. he has to protect it at all cost. he will use his own body to shield you from magical blast and then some to keep your purity in tact. he will move mountains and redivert lakes, rivers, seas, and oceans for you. Rollo Flamme will make you into his deity that he worships.

All the students decided to split into groups and explore Fleur City, after they got changed.

to say Rollo thought you looked breathe taking in your glorious masquerade outfit was an understatement. he was about to come up to you and compliment you, maybe even starting small talk with you but a certain lizard decided to be the first to do so...

Of course that monster would be charmed by an angel like you. Evil loves to tempt with good.

no matter, he'll just have to see you another time but if he gets too busy..? He'll make time for you.

Rollo lead you into his office, you didn't mind too much because he was telling you all about the school's history and art. it is a really pretty school, it gives very romantic feelings.

when you finally made it into his office, you froze at the doorway at seeing the fire place. Rollo quickly notices and puts out the flame with a very helpful near by bucket. You were grateful that Rollo was very accommodating to your fears.

you thanked him and sat down across from him while Rollo sat in his chair.

"I'm very sorry for asking you to meet me at this ungodly hour but i just needed your input on something and if i didn't ask you, i would have had a sleepless night tossing and turning." Rollo said as he got everything on his desk organized.

"hehe, its alright. I just happen to have a restless night myself.. but i don't mind the company."

"oh my that sounds awful. what seems to be troubling you?"

"w-well.."

It was really hard to tell someone you only just recently met that you had a "bad feeling" about something and how so far, in twisted wonderland, its always comes true...

"well.. i think... maybe, its just the 'sleeping at a new place' feeling and I'm just not getting use to it. but I'm sure its fine. heh.."

"hmm.."

Rollo seemed satisfied with that answer and continues, by leaning towards you on the desk.

"i know i asked you about this before, but id like to discuss it with you more in depth... hmm?"

since Rollo put out the fire place, there was only a small lamp on the desk to shine light in the room. you kind of wished that the fire place was still lit... cause everything in this scenario was telling you to run and never look back..

"o-okay..? what would you like to know..?"

Rollo smiled and leaned back into his chair.

"as a magicless student in a full school of magical.. mages, aren't you scared they might... turn and hurt you..?"

the way he worded that made you feel more unnerved.. you trusted your friends in Night Raven College. Even the ones that did try to hurt you, they still came to your defense and help and protected you when you needed them.. you trusted them with your life and having this man tell you "you shouldn't because they can use magic" was... laughable...

"no.. because they've earn my trust and I've earn theirs..!"

"Earned..?"

Rollo's face darkened as you stood up from the chair you were sitting in.

"I'm sorry Rollo. Thank you for your hospitality but i have to go."

you start walking to the door but stopped.

"with however you feel about magic, i wont sit down and let you disrespect them just because they possess a special ability and i don't. It doesn't make them less of a person. Magic or no magic."

you walked to the door but before you could even touch the doorknob, you feel a body press against your back, pinning you against the door. you couldn't even move, much less move the door.

"I'm sorry my sweet angel~... i guess.. I'll just have to show you myself then~"

you see a quick purple blur and then tightness around your throat. Rollo was using his signature purple and gold handkerchief to strangle you! you tried to struggle. you tired to jab your elbow into his chest but his uniform was too thick for it to do any good.

You started to feel light headed then everything you saw was slowly turning black. the last thing you saw was Rollo, and the insanity in his eyes.

you had so many questions...

why you? was it because you don't have magic so you were "easy"? aren't there other people in twisted wonderland without magic? you just happened to go to a school "for" magic users so of course you'll see it a lot.

what's so bad about magic? ya it almost killed you here and there but it also almost killed either the user or other people around you.. but afterwards everything would have been fine. Plus you didn't blame the magic for those situations. you couldn't even say you blamed the user. some deserved the blame.. but not everyone..

how did you get here..? probably from your big mouth, you should have been smart when you were talking to Rollo. he was already giving you weird vibes and you just had to make it worst

you had more questions but you knew none of them would get answered..

you started to slowly open your eyes..

where are you..? what's this sound..? why cant you move..?

you slowly looked around, you remember this place... Rollo showed you, with your friends. the big bell, the bell of Solace. you noticed that you were alone though..

you looked around some more, you looked out from where you sat on the floor. it was dark out but with an orange hue... was the sun rising..? what's going on?

you went to take a step, to look out but something stopped you. a cold hand..? no..? a chain?!

if you weren't fully awake then, now you are! the chain was short, at least 2 feet long from the floor, it was attached to both your ankles. you could only go so far out.

what happened?! what's going on?!?

you started breathing heavily, tears started to form. you felt so confused, so lost. someone, anyone, please hel-

"oh my dear! you're awake."

your blood became ice, you looked up to see an uncomfortably happy Rollo.. he had a basket of breads and fruits.

"i was so worried that you'll never wake up. I'm very happy you did~"

with a heavy chest, you spoke.

"what's going on, Rollo!? Why are we here? why am i-?"

"oh within time my dear angel~ we just have to wait for those flowers to do their miracles. in the meantime, eat. you've been sleeping for a while and-"

"flowers..? what are you-...? Rollo...."

you took a deep breathe to try to settle your nerves.

"Please, Rollo... I'm scared. please tell me what's going on."

he looks at you and sighed, placing the basket down on a near by table. He then walked over to you and sat beside you, motioning you to come closer to him.

You did. you don't really have a choice right now..

"I'm making our perfect little world my love~ our paradise~"

you looked at the man like he was crazy. he was, at this point. But he continues.

"the Crimson flowers, the one that looks like fire, the flowers i shown you when you toured the city, they have the ability to take a mage's magic until they are just magicless people.. like you."

you stared at him but he kept smiling.

"magicless.. like me..?"

"yes my dear, then everyone in this world would have to understand magic is like a poisonous weed that has to be pulled out. or it'll spread to the other crops."

you just stared. you couldn't bare to keep looking at him so you turned to look at anything else..

magicless like you... no.. this isn't right. this cant happened!

Rollo thought the conversation was over and sat up to get the basket.

"Before this started, i made sure to get some food. i thought you'll be hungry so-"

"...mon...ster..."

Rollo froze. he was facing the backet and didn't turn around.

"excuse me..?"

you stood up, leaning against the wall, as best as you could. You knew your big mouth was gonna put you in a tough situation again but- what were you suppose to do?

"you, Rollo Flamme, are a monster."

he slowly turned to you, his eyes screamed murder. even if your body is shaking, from fear, from anxiety, from anger, maybe all of them at once's, but you kept your eye contact with Rollo.

You knew a comment like that will hurt him. you knew you couldn't physically harm him but you just wanted to hurt him like he planned to do the same to everyone you cared for..

the silence was deafening.

Rollo took some slow steps to you and leaned down to your level.

"take. that. back."

"no. cause i didn't say anything wrong.."

you hear Rollo take a deep breath and he quickly snaked his hand to grab the nape of your neck. you let out a gasp, from the sudden movement. he straighten his posture and brought you to his eye level.

"it's seems that those... mages.. have filled you with their poison. I'll just have to purify you myself. don't say i didn't warn you, my angel.."

he dragged you to a window and made you look outside. the entire city was filled with those flowers but... the looks of those flowers... made it look like you were in the middle of a raging firestorm. you felt your stomach drop. you felt cold shivers, and you didn't even realized that tears were falling. when you looked more, you noticed that the "fire" was slowly climbing the tower you were in.

you were about to let out a blood curdling scream but you were stopped by Rollo tying that purple handkerchief into a makeshift gag for you.

After that, he threw you, face down into the ground. Your body was shivering from fear so intensely, to the point that it feels like you lost complete control over your body. you couldn't even fight back when Rollo tied your hands together.

"i, really, am sorry for this my sweet angel~ but i have to get rid of the poison that those mages put in you... you have to be purified."

Rollo walked off and came back holding a fireplace poker. it was glowing red and you could see smoke coming off of it. where he got that, you didn't know but your attempt to get away from him was met with a wall against your back.

you felt your head spin, you were trembling to no return, the hot tears wouldn't stop, and the makeshift gag he put on you was now soak with tears, saliva, and snot.

Rollo kept walking towards you, in an agonizing slow pace.

"don't worry, my angel love~ after this, all will be forgiven~"

when he went to grab your face, he-

"MC!!"

those are.. familiar voices.. you know those voices..

"tch.. i suppose your punishment will have to wait my love. apparently, ill have to finish these pesky mages off myself."

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catsteinbooks · 6 months

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The Thin Dark Duke of Hell

Haven't actually written a meta before, but I've been mulling this around in my head, so here's my take on why I think Crowley is likely to be a Duke of Hell in season 3.

Reason 1: it makes narrative sense

From a story-telling perspective, it's the logical starting place for season 3. Especially if we consider how the original idea was developed as a sequel to the book.

There's no body-swap in the book. Neither Aziraphale nor Crowley has heard from "their sides" at the end, so technically they're still connected to Heaven and Hell. They haven't been punished or kicked out. They even speculate that maybe everyone will just pretend it didn't happen.

And now we're approaching the Second Coming. The Big One. "All of us against all of them." Where are our heroes? Well, time has passed, things have happened. It's reasonable to think that maybe they've both been promoted. (Crowley, in particular, is often getting promotions, usually for things he didn't do.) And story-wise, they're set up as opposite numbers, so it makes sense that their positions as the sequel story begins will be of similar status.

Applying this concept to the screen version, we know Aziraphale has been offered the Supreme Archangel position. Therefore, if Crowley is to be his counterpart, he has to have a high rank in Hell. And there's a Duke of Hell opening to be filled. (Sorry, Shax, I think Crowley's going to snatch it out from under you.)

Reason 2: it fits Crowley's character

"What?!" you shout. "Crowley hates Hell! He turned them down! He doesn't want to go back!"

Correct. He doesn't. But he will if he thinks he needs to. Because he and Aziraphale have a huge, defining commonality: they love Earth and Humanity and don't want it to be destroyed.

Yeah, Crowley will probably wallow for a while. He deserves some time to get insanely drunk and cry. Sort of like he did when he thought Aziraphale was dead in season 1. But the thing is, Crowley always comes back. He's always ready to run. He always threatens to run. He hops in his car and drives somewhere. But he never actually leaves. Because there's no point in going away somewhere without Aziraphale. And that hasn't changed. If Crowley ran away now, he'd still be miserable, but without any music or whisky or his Bentley. It would be... pointless.

So what's a heartbroken, grieving, furious demon to do? Vent his pain in the best possible way: thwarting everyone and everything who hurt him and took away the angel he adores. He knows what Heaven is planning, because he saw it in Gabriel's file. He doesn't want Earth destroyed, he doesn't want Heaven or Hell to win. And he has an opportunity to sabotage the whole thing from the inside.

Which leads us to...

Reason 3: Crowley has a way into Hell already

There is a great meta here about Crowley's conversation with Beelzebub in Hell and its potential season 3 impact. The TL;DR version is: Crowley DID technically find Gabriel, and Beelzebub promised him anything he wanted (including being a Duke of Hell) in return.

Is it a somewhat dubious contract? Sure. Would that stop Crowley? *snort laugh* The demon who makes up legal clauses on the spot to save humans is well-equipped to argue his way into Hell's highest position in order to save the entire world. It's probably much easier than driving a flaming Bentley all the way to Tadfield.

So where does this leave us?

Aziraphale is up in Heaven, ready to burn it to the ground. You saw him when the Metatron mentioned the Second Coming. That was not a happy angel ready to do what he's told. And, frankly, Aziraphale is not actually capable of doing what he's told IMO. No matter how much he tries to follow the good/evil dynamic, he ultimately ends up choosing what is Right over what is Good.

Crowley in Hell would be doing the same kind of thing, albeit in a more subtle, sneaky way. After all, he spent 6000 years thwarting Hell all over the place and getting away with it the vast majority of the time. He knows how to mess with them. (And can you just imagine what would happen when demons like Eric asked him questions and he answered them?! He could gather his own little army with one Suggestion Box.)

So when shit hits the fan, as it inevitably will, we'll be left with both our ineffable heroes (gn) poised to do the exact same thing: destroy the machine from the inside.

Even if some of the other fan speculations prove true (memory wipes, for instance), I think it still makes narrative sense to have them both in equal-but-opposite positions. Because no matter how much the enemies are trying to mess with them, if you take a certain angel with an opportunity to fuck up Heaven and a certain demon with an opportunity to fuck up Hell and you bring them together (which, let's be honest, has to happen no matter what the storyline is), it's going to be pretty darn epic.

#good omens 2 #go2 #good omens #good omens speculation #good omens season 3 #good omens 3 #good omens meta #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow

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two-white-butterflies · 10 months

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i want your heart | am. targaryen

Description: A vampire falls in love with a woman of science. The people of town burn her at the stake after a world-changing breakthrough.

Warning: Teen [mild angst]

Pairing: vampire!aemond-targaryen/doctor!reader

Author's Note: A bit inspired by @shruie and Castlevania (i haven't watched the series, just clips on tiktok)

(February 22, 1692.)

"Magic and medicine have always worked side-by-side," you cooed, combing through his platinum hair with adoration. He has loved you shorter than he's been alive - yet he swears that he cannot remember life before you.

"- but sleep and work have never happened side-by-side," he reminded, removing the book from your slender fingers. The light of the candle seems to illuminate his face perfectly. "You don't hear me complaining when you are engrossed in those novels," you pout - attempting to take the book off his hands.

"And mayhaps you should care more too." he raised an eyebrow, placing the book flatly on the table beside him. "I do! But I respect your use of time," you argue, hovering over him and reaching for the book on his side. He pulls your body down - lips merely centimeters away from each other.

A groan escapes his mouth - utterly enamored by your beauty. No other human or vampire has ever made him feel the same. You were different - you made him feel alive. "I propose something," he breathed - trailing his finger up your back.

"What?" you raise an eyebrow.

"A proper use of our time." he smiled - pulling your face closer and bridging your lips together.

To him - survival was never staying in the same place. Survival was roaming the world without end, shaking the hunters off his scent - and finally returning to his proper home. You.

"How long will you be gone this time?" you inquire, tracing your fingers on his bare chest. "A few months," he answered - placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "- I will long for you." he added, burying his face on your lavender scented hair.

"I can leave with you," you offer, pulling away from the embrace - and staring deep into his lavender eyes. "No. It will be too difficult." he asserted firmly - not wanting any harm to befall his beloved.

"As everything is meant to be." you smile, holding onto his forearm. "Not for you," he responded - placing another kiss at the top of your head. Fearing that it would be the last time you'd see each other.

"I love you then," you profess. "I love you most." he answers, lifting his cloak and whispering his final goodbyes.

If only you knew what was about to happen.

You yawn slowly - wiping the beads of sweat away from your forehead. "Holy fuck," you curse.

You've been working on this medicine for your entire life - everything you did was utterly dedicated to it.

And everything was making sense.

It was the light in the end of the tunnel.

The cure to peripneumonia - delivered to you on a silver plate.

When the village learnt about your discovery - they were quick to dismiss you - to call you names such as harlot and witch. But when the cure began to actually work - they called you the whore of satan.

A girl given by the devil to deliver others into evil.

"Burn the witch!" they screamed while tying you to a post. A tear trickles down your face - creating a soft line on your cheeks. "Burn the Bride of Satan!" the people you saved screamed - igniting the flames of your doom. "Don't," you whispered - shaking your head and staring at the sky.

Do not blame them father.

One of the priests began praying for your soul - holding his hands over the pyre as the scalding heat began to melt your skin.

What was Aemond going to do without you?

He always prided himself in being able to feel you - no matter how far you were - but for the past months he hasn't been able to.

"Welcome back, my lord." the man greeted, holding his boat steady as he began to dock.

He looked coldly at the fields in front of him. "Where is she?" he questioned - eyes searching for yours. The man lowers his head - removing his cap slowly. "S-she was punished, my lord. She is a witch." the man cursed - believing the words to be true.

He clenches his jaw.

Anger floods through his veins - he raises his hand, slowly draining the life out of the lowly servant.

How dare they.

(June 19, 2023)

Vampires were cursed to live forever - to walk as empty shells of who they previously were - never allowed to die. Only creatures with souls can die - and vampires didn't have that. Aemond raises his hood - prepared to fight against a monster hunter.

How long has it been since he's felt alive?

Three hundred and thirty one years since he's seen you.

He raged hellfire upon the town that killed you - slaying each and every one of the citizens - not caring if they were young or old, women or men, human or not. Their ignorance has led them to doom - and he was more than willing to execute them. He reaches for the lighter on the side, placing it loudly on the counter.

"Is that all?" you chew your gum, and he freezes at the familiar voice. "(Your Name)?" he hummed, lifting his hood slowly and gazing upon your face. "Yes, is that all?" you type on the keypad - assuming that he was reading your nameplate. "Y-yes." he answered.

A ghost of a smile is painted on his face.

He was finally alive again.

@nyctophilic0vitnir @bellstwd @pearlstiare @glame @bellaisasleep @yentroucnagol

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12freddofrogs · 2 months

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Look, I didn't actually hate the new Wish movie. I didn't love it, either, but I didn't hate it. Some of the songs were catchy, the more subtle easter eggs were fun to recognise, there was some fun ideas in the magic system.

The thing was, the story had bones in there to be really good, and they missed it. I'm not even necessarily talking about the original concept, about the Star being humanoid (although that would have helped a lot - not even necessarily as Asha's love interest, just that it would have made the Star an actual character instead of a prop). I think what annoyed me more was King Magnifico being set up as well intentioned, and then that was completely forgotten.

He was sympathetic. His goal was to keep his kingdom from burning down. He was traumatised and trying not to let history repeat. And then the movie even went out of its way to inform us that the book - the book he only opened out of desperation - was corrupting, that it was a direct result of a curse that Magnifico was getting crueller, that this curse was permanent, and just... forget about it. Whoops, villain is defeated, toss him in the dungeon without a further thought.

Instead, you know what I think would have done wonders for making the plot more cohesive and fitting together the themes, plus actually tying together that whole "A wish is the most powerful magic!" lore, and even giving what should have been a protagonist but was kinda just a torch a real, actual scene?

Have Star grant Magnifico's first, truest wish.

Not directly, click his fingers fix it. That's against the theme of working for your wish. But have Star pull out of the pile of wishes the one that Magnifico made twenty, thirty years ago when he first pulled up on this little island and put down the first bricks. The wish that no magician, no evil would ever harm this kingdom.

And then, while Magnifico is frozen, staring at his own wish for something more, he looks at the green flames around him and actually, honestly sees them.

They said that curse was unbreakable, but they also said that a wish is the most powerful magic that exists, and this is a star that came down solely to grant it. The wish glows brighter, the green stretches for them, but Star is there and the wish wins. Curse breaks. The world glows again, and there's just a king, collapsed and human again, and Asha is the only one willing to sit next to him as he stares at his kingdom.

And then, just to properly tie the movie back to the beginning, Asha gets the job as the apprentice that she'd been interviewing for. She can keep the wand, sure, fine, but what she needs is to actually study. Her new wish is to be able to help people make their wishes come true, and neither the stars nor the king are going to click their fingers and make that happen for her. Magic takes years to learn, but it turns out Magnifico is actually a pretty good teacher.

If you wanted to finish the movie on her 18th birthday that got mentioned several times as upcoming but never became relevant, that would be thematic. Maybe she makes the wish in private, glowing, pulls it out of her chest to see herself as a fairy godmother, before she puts the wish back into her chest to go back and work on making it real.

#in this au i am imagining that the queen is an actual villain who's been gently encouraging her husband to darker paths for the power #she wants the curse but doesnt want to be cursed so this works for her wonderfully #that way you can still get a villain to defeat more notably than just a book #but it wasnt wholly necessary and i just really wanted to complain about tragic villains when the writers forget its a tragedy #wish 2023 #wish #disney's wish #disney #fanfic #wish 2023 fanfic #i guess?#didnt think id ever use that tab tbqh #king magnifico #magnifico #asha

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nightraiderwrites · 6 months

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Something Quite Holy

Summary: False does not feel things. (Or tries to, anyway)

Tws: Unreality, mentions of being burnt, vomiting, memory loss

Word count: 1062

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This too, shall pass.

Burning, False thinks, is something quite holy. Light up the body and take away all the impurities, cleanse the evil in the soul through the fires of hell. Purge the darkness from the depths of intentions.

In another life, she might have been living in the heights of the mountains, frozen ice sticking to every surface. Fire might have been her only salvation. It might have been something akin to life. Burning fires every few meters would have kept the streets safe and warm.

Right now, though, burning is something she cannot feel. Tango’s anguish ripples outwards in waves of heat, but she only grips tighter. He screams and screams, words tumbling out of his mouth in ribbons of pain.

False can’t actually understand what he’s saying, only following along the script of comforting words spilling out of her mouth. She wraps her body around his, keeping him safe from the outside world.

Tango screams again. There’s smoke in her lungs, and fire on her sleeves. It burns her forearms, but she cannot feel it. His sobs trickle tears down his cheeks, but the sheer heat of his body turns the droplets into steam.

A distant part of False’s mind takes note of the burns trailing their ways up her arms. The part of her mind in the driver’s seat doesn’t care.

Burning, False thinks, is something quite holy. As Tango unwinds his anguish, she clutches him tighter and tighter as curls in on himself. Shed some light on your pain, she thinks. Do not suffer alone. I am here to protect you.

In another life, one where remembers her life, they might have been neighbors. Friends, even. Close enough to… Well.

It doesn’t matter. In this life, False is holding Tango as he burns with anger, with grief, with pain, unleashing the emotion in his flames. She cannot feel the burns or the heat, only the desperate need to keep him safe.

The edges of her vision are blurring. She can her grip on him weakening, and Gem shouting. Something about idiots? Tango is still here. She needs to- to- protect-

False tips sideways and the world goes dark.

She swims through syrupy darkness. Her limbs feel like they aren’t really there.

In front of her, is a face that looks exactly like hers. False knows this isn’t her. It’s someone else, a ghost haunting from a past she cannot remember. She reaches out to touch it.

“I know you,” she whispers. “Why can’t I remember you?” She doesn’t reply. False didn’t expect her to.

They hang there, for a while. The woman's serene face stares at False like she's a haunted doll. Maybe she is.

False studies her face. It feels so familiar under her grasp. Distantly, she thinks she hears Tango and Gem. She wears a red and white striped shirt, under a teal jacket. Her gloves cover her entire hand, and it reminds False of a falconry gauntlet.

The woman starts drifting away from False. “Wait,” she says weakly. “Wait!” She tries swimming after her, but the darkness gets thicker. Her movements, slow and clumsy, cannot catch up.

Tendrils climb her body, pulling her into their depths. She claws at them, trying to break free the grasping vines. They pull her down and swallow her up. The last she sees of the woman with her face is the fleeting glance of ice blue eyes.

False opens her eyes. It’s dark, in the house. Her arms and chest are wrapped in fresh bandages.

She listens out. Judging by the breathing patterns, Tango and Gem are asleep. Quietly, she takes the blanket off and pulls a shirt on. There is a time for everything, she decides. There is a correct time for everything.

The door is new, so it doesn’t creak as she opens it and slips out. The cool night air flows through her hair as she straps her swords that are still sitting outside to her body.

Then she runs.

The plains have only been home for four days, but it already feels warmer than anywhere she’s ever lived. There is home here, among the knee high grass and flowers. She gulps down air as she runs, without a destination in mind.

The blood pumps in her veins, and she feels so alive. It’s a miracle to her that she can feel things, feel the ground as she sprints by, feel the distant pain in her back and forearms.

False sprints through the fields, into the wild untamed green. She runs and runs, until she comes across Cleo’s grave.

Her steps slow down. They're gone.

Somehow, she doesn’t feel guilty about killing them. Though her memories are gone, there is something that tells her that if she was the one to deal the final blow, it wouldn’t be the first time. False thinks taking lives is something that should be a big deal to her, but isn’t.

The others, perhaps, are too soft. Pearl had hesitated today, allowing Cleo to taunt her. Gem had only watched. Tango’s shot had missed. His hands trembled.

False could have gotten it done sooner. It would have been quicker, with the blade in her hands. Cleo is no match for her, based on what False had seen. No one here can beat her in one on one combat.

But she remembers Pearl standing over Cleo, shovel in one hand and a heart of guilt in the other. She closes her eyes, and watches helplessly as the shovel comes down on Cleo. The shovel cracks against her head, and Pearl’s hands are soaked in blood.

The wind blows through Pearl’s veil, as False watches on helplessly. The sun sets red sets over Cleo’s dead body.

False opens her eyes and throws up.

There are images flashing through her head, blood and white walls and disgustingly sterile rooms and needles and a knife against a throat in her hand-

She wipes her mouth. It wasn't her hand on the shovel: but it should have been. It wasn't her name on the death message: but it should have been. She needs to be the one with her hand on the knife.

Next time, she promises herself. Her sword will be the one swinging; her hand will be the one to take the life. Her name will be the one on the kill.

False opens her communicator.

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Howdy! This is a character study based on a little game of mafia I've had the pleasure of playing.

#nightraider writes #lifesmpmafia #falsesymmetry #tangotek #vomiting #religous themes #blood #laughs in angst

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I LOVE anon’s idea of Player being a sort of guardian Angel type figure! The absolute audacity of unseen forces tearing away their one true shred of hope in their bleak world, and then having their minds wiped squeaky clean of their existence? Even more brutal than the OG chain.

Here’s that but with only one of the evil boys

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The crackling light from the fire danced at the edge of Link- Hyrule’s vision. He had turned his back to the flames in favor of staring at you, their little prisoner, you who had decided to sleep as far away as possible from the campfire to stay away from at least (as some slept far off, not trusting their team members) the bulk of their ragtag group.

He narrowed his gaze, dark circles pronouncing themselves as they crinkled under the weight of his sneer.

Hyrule had asked for first watch that night, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get much sleep after a few things- regarding his… wingless condition- got brought up by yourself.

It wasn’t something he wanted any of his peers to be privy to, the more knowledge they had of him the more they could exploit. It was your fucking fault they even knew that he had a fairy form. At the very least, they didn’t know it wasn’t just his magic, and that he had actual fairy blood.

He grumbled as you shivered, curling in on yourself with your thin blanket. With a slight glance Hyrule noted that everyone was asleep, his keen sense of hearing confirming their even breaths, aside from the occasional flutter due to frequent night terrors.

Quietly, he stood, slowly moving across the dry, dead grass. He squatted beside you, hunching over you with a disgruntled countenance.

“I’m sure that dark creature won’t mind you having a blemish or two…” He whispered, pulling out his sword. “Just one little cut, a bit of discomfort to start your tomorrow with, think of it as a warning to leave my past in the past.”

Despite your slumbering state not being able to process his words to their fullest meaning, you shifted in a show of slight fear, lip quivering as sweat began to bead down your face. Your breathing kicked up a notch, and you began to mumble.

“Shh, can’t have you moving now, I might make a mistake, and the wound may be… a bit bigger than wanted.” He tried to gently put a hand on your shoulder to quiet your movements, which worked, but in response your mumbles turned to words.

“Link… Link it’s okay…” You muttered, faced creased in worry.

The sound of his real name sent a slight shudder down his spine. It shouldn’t even phase him, you were dreaming of those other versions of them, of him, it shouldn’t effect him at all.

“Link- Link you don’t need to fly… you’re still perfect to me…” Now that surprised him.

The other… the other him still had his wings, given what you had said today. Why would you be dreaming up such a scenario?

In his hesitation, his wrist was touched. He startled, noticing your hand gingerly grasping it. Despite himself, he felt no need to pull away, no burning rage at the sudden touch, no coursing fear that he had been caught and this was it.

“I’ve got you, I can’t hold you, but know that I’ve got you…” You whispered, wiggling closer to him despite being unconscious.

A numb film drenched his brain as his limbs seized up, goosebumps from the night’s chill melted back into his skin as sense of feeling drove away for comfort, and a wave of memory crashed over him-

“I’ve got you- it’s okay Link, I’m here.” You rapidly whispered to him, a warm brush caressing his cheek.

He pressed his knees further against him, sobbing violently into his legs. “T-they’re GONE! They clipped them gone! I-I didn’t e-even get a choice!”

He had slipped into his fairy form after jumping onto a desk so that he could drop into a small drawer, unable to simply fly up and into it like he normally could.

“I’m not even a fairy anymore, am I? What kind of fairy doesn’t have wings?” He cried, fruitlessly wiping at his red eyes.

“The one I hold dearly, Link.” It was like gentle tendrils of warm, golden mist curled around his legs, arms, hands, wrists, and entire body. A shield made of love and support in his dark world.

He hiccuped, “That’s stupid.”

You hummed, twirling your gentle feelings through his hair, like fingers carding through his wild locks. “Not to me it isn’t, not to me.”

Hyrule blinked furiously, tears marring his face. He pulled his hands away from you, throwing his sword as far as possible from your vulnerable body, it fell silently in the grass nearby.

He looked down at you in a whole new light, eyes sparkling as more and more came back to him. The noise of crickets and owls buzzed out of his hearing as you became the only thing in the world that mattered, the only thing he cared about.

Oh- wow, oh gee- you were even lovelier in person. How did he not realize that? How could he not realize that? How come he didn’t remember you? You were all he cared for, fought for!

No wonder he couldn’t remember where he found the motivation to keep moving, keep alive, keep going even when he craved death over all else. You were what kept him going- living! If not for you he wouldn’t even be here, he would’ve been dead if not for you.

You were right here, in front of him, and he had almost harmed you.

Hyrule scrambled back, not trusting his own hands. He had almost wounded his light, his wonder, his world. All for what? Your horror over his well being? Stupid stupid! He couldn’t, he couldn’t conceive the idea of ever hurting you-!

‘They might,’ a piece of him whispered. ‘They’ve already drawn weapons against them, threatened them, scared them’.

He looked back at the group, sleeping not-so-soundly as nightmares attacked their minds.

He could kill them now, just one little slice to the throat and they’d be too busy choking to scream, just one little slice…

‘They wouldn’t like it thought, they’d feel even more disgusted by you…’ a small part of his brain mumbled, referring to you.

But who cares? You wouldn’t be awake to know it was him. Besides, even if you had guarded the rest as well, you clearly didn’t recall. You hadn’t remembered him, given your surprise over his wings, so what reason would you remember the rest? If you hated them as much as you currently hated him, then it’d be a damn blessing that they had all mysteriously died in the night.

He has never been happy once in his life, and here was his happiness, sleeping on the floor, in danger. It didn’t matter that the rest may soon recall like Hyrule, or like your goody two shoes versions of them, couldn’t he be selfish just this once? Doesn’t he deserve to be selfish by now?

‘You once promised them a world where everything was better, you know…’

“…”

‘You said to be better, things would have to get better, and now, with these… people like you… that’s possible…’

“…”

‘If you’re selfish about this… will your guardian miss out on happiness too…?’

“…What if they hand them over before then…?” He whispered out loud to himself in abject horror, looking back at your rising and falling chest, needing reassurance that you were still breathing and alive.

‘…’

‘…Then we’ll cut, and cut, and cut, until their are no more pieces left…’

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Inspiration hits when it hits, and it hit fucking hard.

I just want them all to cuddle and kiss and smooch and THESE VILLAINS ARE BAD, WHY DO I LOVE THEM SO MUCH?!?!

(I chose Hyrule because his OG counterpart was the first as well hehe)

ALSO! Do the villains and yanderes go by their new nicknames or by by the same ones? Or is stuff like ‘Conflict’ and ‘Shards’ and ‘Abyss’ out of world stuff? Or maybe later things? I need to know, it makes writing much harder not knowing

OIWEFHPIUERGRI FUCKING LOVING THIS LIKE USUAL BB, IT'S FUCKING AMAZING

#cloud answers #bloodybloob #BB

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I redesigned my Main Antagonist

Kivihk, the God of Blood and Beginnings, has slowly risen from "antagonist of one story arc" to "main antagonist" and thus, he needs a new design and personality to match.

What was I working with? He had this arrogant, abrasive, "I'm waaay better than you" sort of attitude before. Imagine like... stereotypical misogynist college bad boy who drinks and parties too much and stuff. And he wanted to take over the world because he was an entitled baby.

So. He was evil and boring.

And also, he wasn't wearing enough clothes and this made him LESS hot, imo. I mean, look at this mess...

So then, I fixed him.

Initially, I fixed his second-in-command, Vanya, and gave her an actual tragic arc and stuff. And she went from "boring, evil goon" to "realistic depiction of a trad wife being gaslit into thinking giving birth was her only value, only to be put down for doing the one thing they told her she should do." So, she's this EMOTIONAL MESS and she hates him but she loves him cuz she doesn't think she has options...

Except the Demonic/Eldritch horror version. So her body will eventually be consumed and taken over by him. And she has to just be happy about this... SEE? That's FUN! (And by "Fun", I mean, it's horrific.)

So, next, I thought "Maybe, I'll remove Kivihk from the story except as a force-of-nature villain, with Vanya as his face!" Especially since "God of Blood and Beginnings" sounds a lot like "birth" to me -- so making him more of a feminine villain just made sense. I even started doing some sketches for this potential change -- Below: Vanya as she is now and Vanya as she could be as the avatar of a dead God.

But then I thought about how much editing that would require and died inside...

So I went and fleshed out the last 2000 years of backstory. And lo and behold, my usual trick of "just imagine going through their backstory" gave me a lot more empathy for the kind of people these two would be... And for one: Kivihk would not ACT like an entitled little baby all the time. He would, in fact, be pretty gentle, patient, and nice. He's a God, after all. He's a God who is superior to all other mortals and he has forever to achieve his goals. As I described it to my Discord:

He doesn't hate humans... he just doesn't see them as people. Do you gloat at cows? No. You aren't insane. You DO still get mad at them if they break your fence or refuse to eat the food you give them, though...

So, with this in mind, I went and redrew him to give him that "JRPG Final Boss First Form" vibe. In his human disguise atm, he's got darker skin because the majority of humans in that area have dark skin. But most of my Demons have ashy-silver skin, so that's kinda what I'm going for with his "Godling" form.

To be clear, in his TRUE true form, he'd probably have like 5 more of those black "burned" arms, 6 more eyes, and like 3 flaming halos or something. I also think his God form would be more fishlike, since fish lay a lot of legs, and take a lot of influence from sea angels (since they're clear/white but have a red core and I think that's a great aesthetic for a God of Blood).

So yeah! That's a list of all the changes atm. I'm not even sure if this is the final destination of my changes so if you have questions or suggestions, I am open to them. Thanks for going on this journey with me! Now I just have to do a proper illustration to update this banner already... Hee hee!

#blood god #fantasy gods #character design #character sketch #original character #amaiguri #yssaia

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kidlat-at-kislap · 1 year

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KNY Trivia: On the Mythological References in Thunder Breathing Forms

Second Form: Rice Spirit

While the other five standard forms of Thunder Breathing have very straightforward connections to lightning and thunder (e.g. Thunderclap and Flash, Thunder Swarm, Heat Lightning), Rice Spirit requires a bit more mythological context.

Rice spirits, or inadama, are, as their name suggests, spirits which dwell within stalks of rice and govern their growth and quality. Belonging to a class of animistic spirits known as tama, the inadama reside in rice stalks but are not bound to them and may freely leave their dwelling places; this distinguishes them from mo or mono, which are spirits that are bound to physical things and cannot leave.

Another type of tama many people are familiar with are kodama, or tree spirits, such as depicted (with much artistic license) in Princess Mononoke.

As for the connection between inadama (稲魂) and lightning (稲妻), you will notice that they share the first kanji. When the kanji are read separately, 稲妻 (inazuma) reads "rice" and "wife." Historically, it was also written as 稲夫 ("rice husband") such as in the 14th century Chronicle of Yoshitsune, but this spelling fell out of usage when 夫 came to be pronounced as otto instead of tsuma; in Old Japanese, both 妻 and 夫 were pronounced as tsuma.

Of the two, 稲夫 might be more accurate to folk beliefs regarding lightning, because it is believed that lightning striking the rice fields impregnates (i.e. fertilizes) the inadama and leads to a bountiful harvest. Therefore, it could be said that lightning is the rice plant's husband.

Bonus: While Kaigaku's surname in Kimetsu Gakuen is also Inadama, it is written as 稲玉 ("rice jewel"). Taking the first kanji of his surname and the second kanji of Zenitsu's surname (我妻) spells out 稲妻 (inazuma).

Seventh Form: Flaming Thunder God

What is particularly interesting about the seventh form is its ironic name.

While not as well-known as other Shinto gods, the Flaming Thunder God, or Honoikazuchi no Kami, is actually recorded in both the Nihon Shoki (The Chronicles of Japan) and Kojiki (An Account of Ancient Matters), as well as in the Engishiki (Procedures of the Engi Era).

In the Shinto creation myth, the gods Izanagi and Izanami churn the sea with a jeweled spear and create land from the briny water. They descend from the heavens and give birth to what was then the eight major islands of Japan. Izanagi and Izanami then proceed to have many more children, populating the land with gods.

After some time, Izanami gives birth to the fire god Kagutsuchi and dies of her burns. Her soul descends into Yomi, the Underworld.

Izanagi follows his wife into Yomi to retrieve her soul. But Izanami had already eaten food from the furnaces of the dead and could no longer leave the Underworld. However, Izanagi refuses to leave his wife behind, so Izanami promises that she would ask Yomigami, the god of the Underworld, for permission to return to the world of the living. But on one condition: Izanagi must not look upon her before they leave Yomi.

However, Izanagi's curiosity gets the better of him. While Izanami slept, Izanagi takes the wooden comb from his hair and fashions a torch. He then beholds Izanami's body, a swollen and festering corpse crawling with maggots and all manner of foul creatures.

Among these creatures are the Yakusanoikazuchi, or the Eight Thunders. These are Honoikazuchi and his brothers.

In fear, Izanagi flees. Izanami wakes, betrayed and indignant. She chases after him.

The Eight Thunders as well as the shikome (foul hags) also pursue Izanagi.

How Izanagi escapes Yomi varies with the telling; in the Nihon Shoki alone, several versions are recorded. The one relevant to this reference involves Izanagi hiding himself at the base of a peach tree growing in the Underworld. In Japanese mythology, peaches, and peach wood especially, are important in repelling evil and demons. This is seen in rituals such as oni-yarahi, performed on the last day of the year, where peach wood spears and bows with reed arrows are used to drive away ill fortune. In the myth, Izanagi throws peaches from the tree, scattering the Eight Thunders. He then casts down his staff and declares that the Eight Thunders may not pursue him past that point.

Kaigaku is introduced in a flashback throwing a peach at Zenitsu as he tells him to get lost. At that time, this action holds no particular significance. It isn't until Zenitsu performs the Seventh Form does it call to mind the mythological image.

Kaigaku attempts to drive Zenitsu off. He insists that Zenitsu will never amount to anything. Zenitsu will never catch up to him.

But unlike the myth, Zenitsu does manage to catch up to him. Both in terms of mastery of their Breathing style and, more literally, in terms of speed.

Quite literally, Zenitsu is able to overtake Kaigaku using a technique named after a god who is prevented from pursuing his quarry past a certain point.

That's exquisitely ironic.

#agatsuma zenitsu #zenitsu agatsuma #kaigaku #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kidlat does research

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Master Mirror

Chest: Human oaths, lofty predictions and all these rubbish regarding destiny, both genuinely amuse and fascinate Gaunter O'Dimm. Oh, especially their Law of Surprise: "You will give me what you already have but which you do not know about yet." And they dare to describe his offers as unclear or not fair? Hilarious, really! After all, he only opens the eyes of those who wanted to look for themselves. He reveals the madness of the world around them and shows the opportunities that come with it. He navigates the paths that may happen. However, it is up to humans to choose which path they will follow. Will this beautiful woman break the word given by her late husband, or will she keep his oath? Will the warrior lie, cheat, and kill his brothers? Will the old hero save one life, letting thousands die in return? And will the young fool kill thousands to presumably save the world? It’s entirely their choice. Human traditions are almost as entertaining to O'Dimm as playing with destiny. Sometimes he even checks himself if they still follow the ancient customs. He wanders around this world, watching as peasants burn their logs for the dead or women tie red ribbons at the cradles to scare off wraiths. As a begging old man, he asks for food, and when the night of Saovine arrives, he waits for people to hide in their cottages from those that have departed this world. Seldomly, those who do not manage to hide or are too drunk for it, get the chance to meet him instead of the dreaded dead. And if they fail to comply with any of his humble requests, showing their disrespect for these ancient traditions, they will see his true face. Both monsters and non-humans appear to be resistant to Master Mirror’s influence, or at least they succumb to him less often than humans. It is difficult to say where this comes from, as they can be as greedy, envious, and stupid as any man. Does O’Dimm really have no effect on their souls? Well, it’s possible. However, it sounds too simple to be the whole truth. Looking closely, one could tell that O’Dimm interferes in the affairs of monsters or non-humans, just not directly. For instance, it is enough to subtly aid the right prince in winning the throne, to stoke the flames of hatred, and subsequently turn the lives of thousands of dryads into hell. Isn’t it?

Scroll 1: For many people, Gaunter O'Dimm is a mystery. Actually for anyone who has had the misfortune to meet him. As a rule Master Mirror doesn’t explain his provenance to anyone unless he wants his interlocutor to live a short and painful life.

Scroll 2: For those few who managed to get to know the real name of Master Mirror have long since died – or had something far worse befell them. A simple exploration of his past leads those curious to blindness, with even a short meeting in a crowd changing the fate of man forever.

Scroll 3: According to books that can be found in Oxenfurt libraries, Master Mirror is the embodiment of pure Evil, appearing for thousands of years in different cultures, under many different names. Gaunter himself considers this to be a not quite accurate and highly ignorant description of him. He only gives people what they want – he is not to blame for the fact that they want evil and wicked things.

Scroll 4: However, one cannot deny at least this: Gaunter O'Dimm is an ages-old creature. He can be found on the edges of the history pages throughout many pivotal events for the Continent. On the other hand, it is difficult to describe his actions as purely evil. Gaunter just reveals secrets selectively, not lying even a bit. He gave a kid a toy to shape his dreams or simply helped a lost man find his way. And he stayed there, hidden in the shadows, to watch what would happen next. Just for his pure amusement. Yet people often blame him for… For everything, really. It’s simply wondrous, how they’re desperate to believe that gods and other supreme beings control their lives.

#gwent: lore #gwent: assets #gwent #master mirror #duny #emhyr var emreis #gaunter o'dimm

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remesrobotics · 11 months

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Dirge

GSN.004 - 哀傷歌 (あいしょうか) / ダージ “I am the hand of righteous judgment!”

Good Point - Strong morality Bad Point - Holier-than-thou Like - Punish evil Dislike - Carrots

7’3” (220.98 cm) robot form, 5’7” (170.18 cm) ‘human’ form

A locust-based robot, of the Revelation/Abyssal variety; centaur-like frame with a scorpion tail, and ‘wings’ made to look like parts of a chariot.

The least personable of the GSNs, and overly committed to the idea of judgment and punishment, being born of the concept. The other GSNs frequently have to stop him from ‘punishing’ misdeeds (be they small infractions or major crimes) committed by anyone in his vicinity, human and robot alike.

Seeing as he is technically not a robot, he does not adhere to the Laws, and has to constantly by reminded by the others that due to PRETENDING to be a robot in this world, he should at least try. He’s not terribly happy about this.

Apart from the obvious physical force of an equine kick or the blade of his tail, Dirge’s set of abilities is actually incapable of causing any physical damage; all of his attacks cause merely pain and nothing else.

His arm cannon shoots a white/blue flame that will cause the sensation of a burn no matter what; even robots who are normally immune to heat or generate fire and would not feel its effects would feel what others feel to be burned, often incurring an even greater shock due to the strangeness of the sensation.

His tail delivers a sting with a ‘venom’ (actually an absorbed energy shot from the gem unit just above the physical blade of the stinger) that greatly amplifies any and all pain felt, while also removing the ability to turn that pain off (in robots with control over it), usually for a duration of 5 months. This is generally considered a last resort, and even with his attitude he would only save it for the most terrible of cases. Simply being stabbed by the stinger does not apply this ‘venom’.

Those under the effects of the ‘venom’ are rendered unable to die for its duration, making it even more of a danger to use flippantly. Robots rendered into pieces retain a sense of feeling and function even in detached parts, though the pain of such a condition would usually be far too much to make any use of this unfortunate form of temporary immortality.

Often uses a bracelet from Hymn to take on a fully-human disguise (at which time he takes on the human name "Kenan"), unlike the others. Usually goes around as a vigilante, using conventional weapons to subdue both human and robot criminals, and only donning his true form in dire circumstances.

#oc gsn dirge #fancharacter #remes data cd #and that's that

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unalloyeddivinity · 4 months

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Regarding Outer Gods

{{I don't take the interpretation common in the fandom that Miquella hates all the Outer Gods, even if he can ward some of their influences somehow. (Though I think it's more like 'He wards them away via the influence of another Outer God' because of the cosmic scale power issue.)

NGL, I low-key hate how a lot of stuff (not just Elden Ring's fandom) fundamentally misunderstands the concept of Outer Gods.

Ultimately, that characterization feels more fitting for Ranni, for one thing. Her whole thing is that she did everything she did because of her own personal gain (to be independent, period), and nothing else, without regard to the impact on others. The ramifications of her ending aren't great, even with the issue surrounding the translation accounted for, IMO.

Even then, Ranni still seems to follow one tied to the moon/the dark moon, so this isn't wholly the case for her, either. She isn't plucking all the cosmic gods away because she simply doesn't have that power, even with the Elden Ring.

Something I find annoying is a common problem with interpretation of cosmic gods in stories. It's something common in most post-Lovecraft Mythos and adjacent works, and something that's notably absent in Bloodborne (which is why Bloodborne is one of the best post-Lovecraft stories in that vein).

They take beings which are supposed to be ancient weird alien gods, and turn them into Discount Satan With Tentacles (tm). Now, Lovecraft himself sometimes did this (The Dreams in the Witch House and The Haunter in the Dark springs to mind), and those are his weaker Mythos works. A lot of his antagonistic forces are individual people who got insane power and got drunk off of what they could do with it. While you could say those people are evil, the deities are actually neutral and seem to just let whoever can access power be able to. And there are more neutral factions, too, such as how the story in The Whisperer in Darkness has an obvious alternate reading with the Mi-Go.

So, my interpretation of Elden Ring's story leans more into that aspect. Ultimately, the larger scale beings aren't innately malevolent. They have their own focuses and are aligned through their aspects. They're also tied to the underlying reality of existence, with a sort of interdependence between mortals and them in a polytheistic sense. So the power of given gods waxes and wanes based on mortals' actions, much like how the Greater Will holds power through the Elden Beast as vassal, then through Marika and how this pushed out various other gods.

The Frenzied Flame and the Greater Will might be easiest to argue as being outright evil, but this isn't quite right, either. One could instead argue that the Flame is more like an unacknowledged, unhealed raw agony that pushes people to desperate lashing out to stop the pain. (This is also why I don't think the Frenzied Flame ending can actually do anything but burn the Erdtree and Leyndell down. It's ultimately self-defeating.) The Greater Will is functionally the neutral concept of Order. But because Marika's Golden Order was based around genocide and imperialism and the rejection of so much of what exists, the Order being reinforced is awful.

And you can't exactly remove a whole aspect of reality to begin with. Because Outer Gods in a setting are fundamentally an aspect of reality. And, like, the whole point of the game is that the removal of Death (which is also tied to an Outer God) actively fucked up the world.

And, given all the weird shit going on in the background with Miquella and blood, the idea I'm playing with is that he would already have been tied to the Formless Mother, even without Mohg's blood rituals. Much like how Malenia is already tied to the Scarlet Rot.}}

#ooc

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mysticstarlightduck · 8 months

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Happy STS!

Has a piece of your own writing ever scared or unsettled you? If so, how?

~ @tabswrites

Happy Storyteller Saturday! Thanks for the Ask, @tabswrites!

Has a piece of your own writing ever scared or unsettled you? If so, how?

The answer to this is: Yes, there is a piece of my writing that scares/unsettles me. The new, updated version of Bryn's backstory to be exact. (I changed my mind when it comes to what exactly happened in his past, and so I updated his backstory to this new version).

As for how it disturbs me, it's because of the villain's cruelty on this scene, and the repercussions it had for the characters involved. It's just, I don't know, incredibly evil of the villain? Though it was necessary for the story (basically the whole reason for Bryn's revenge arc on the actual plot of The Last Wrath), it was one of the few scenes that truly impacted me, from my own writing.

SPOILER WARNING: (Because this bit has yet to be fully revealed in The Last Wrath, and general warning for douchebag villains)

When Bryn was young (around 10 years old), he was the son of a powerful general who led their realm's forces against the Imperial Kingdom of Davvenhelm... and lost. His father was executed. But that's not the part that is terrifying. Bryn and his older brother, Cirien (around 18- 19 years old), were captured by the army of High Lady Avaline, the ruler of Davvenhelm, and their kingdom refused to pay the ransom, abandoning them at the hands of their enemy. Avaline wanted to know a secret, about a hidden ritual that could give her the power she needed to achieve her goals, and that secret had been sealed away by the boys' mother, years ago, and only their House knew about it. When Cirien refuses to give in and tell her what she needs to know (I mean, who in their right mind would give a tyrant the key to have even more power? He was right not to tell her anything), she decides to try a different approach.

And this is where the backstory becomes terrifying.

In the continent of Agrannor, there is a magical/cursed flame known as the Dreadfire - in the times of the Ancient Wars, the Dreadfire was used to annihilate entire armies. It is said that it is a flame that causes unspeakable, excruciating pain, but does not leave one single mark/scar, nor physically wound the person (it just causes pain)... other than destroying the mind of those who touch it (basically, anyone who comes into contact with it for too long experiences such pain that their minds get trapped in an eternal magical trance, as their bodies can't handle the suffering caused by the Dreadfire). It was sealed away into a cursed chest, though it can be controlled by anyone who holds its key, and hidden from the world. Well, High Lady Avaline found it.

Basically, to get the information she needed, Avaline had Cirien burned by Dreadfire (this scene is not shown, only implied), and Bryn witnessed it. By the time the young man told her what she needed to know, it was too late. Cirien survived, and though without a single wound/scar, (as the Dreadfire doesn't leave a mark), his mind never recovered.

The boys were rescued by an Imperial soldier two days later, who was repulsed by the cruelty of her queen, and so they managed to escape to freedom, but Cirien was no longer himself. Bryn's motivation, at the start of his character arc, is to kill/get revenge on High Lady Avaline for what she did to his brother.

Bryn also developed an aversion/fear of any kind of fire from that day onwards, be it a candle or a fireplace.

So yeah, it was deeply scary to write about, but necessary to the development of the story and the characters involved.

#writing #writers #writeblr #my wips #character writing #my characters #my writing #writers on tumblr #writerblr #dark fantasy #fantasy writing

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shimmeringqueen · 8 months

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The Last Revia, a Rimworld short story

Loosely based off of a world of Rimworld my friend told me about I don’t play the game personally but he did say my description of ‘The Scourge’ was wrong, it’s not a chainsaw like I thought it was (it's actually called 'Shredder'), fuck it though that idea is FIRE!

She stood at the edge of her home, watching the flames burn it to the ground. “What an odd feeling of pride I have in you.” She claimed, watching her only remaining daughter walk through the flames of the home she had built from the ground. “Pride? From you? Keep it for yourself.” Eva demanded, “Never had trouble doing that when we lived here.” She could barely hear her over the hungry flames. The blade in her grip revved to life, ‘The Scourge’ was just another bloodthirsty weapon of the Revia and now her daughter held it against her, just like she had ordered so many people to do against her enemies in the past.

Nerina looked up at Eva, even from a distance she could see the glow of the sacrifices she had offered to Skarne. A blood haze of power in the form of nine tails that flowed in the wind like a river running down a hill. Nerina smiled at Eva. “You remind me of your great grandmother. How many did you have to sacrifice to Skarne to become so…so…” Nerina trailed off. “Monstrous?! Paranormal?! Evil?! What word are you looking for, Mother!?” Eva screamed, her robotic left hand’s claws unsheathed themselves. Even with the power she held in her hands tears still streamed down her face. She waited for an answer for a few moments, letting the knot in her throat grow, “Answer me!” “You look so…beautiful. Sapphire would be so proud of you!” Nerina claimed. “Sapphire would be standing here with me to kill you if your men hadn’t killed her first!” Nerina’s shoulders sank a little. “Is that why you’re here? Because of her death?” Her smile quickly returned, “What did you do with her body? Did you consume her out of desperation? Sacrifice her to Skarne for the power you wield? Or did you leave her in the dirt where all weak Revian belong?”

Nerina may have been the leader of a bloodthirsty faction of Revian, murdering and pillaging weaker factions was just another monday. But she had not been nearly as religious as some of her subordinates, the four tails coming from her lower back was proof that Skarne did not receive many of her offerings. Her daughter on the other hand? They had disagreed on everything. Eva was always the strongest of her peers, not physically, but mentally she was as sharp as any blade. Nerina had heard what happened in the raid that killed Sapphire, but she had no idea how broken Eva had become because of that loss. And she had manifested that anger and hatred towards her until she had offered countless bodies to Skarne until she had gained all of the power he had to give. Now here she was, chainsaw blade in hand, nine tails sprouting from her back like a river of blood-soaked bodies.

The vulpine ears on Eva’s head went low, she was ready to hunt, and her mother was her prey. Nerina reached down and grabbed an autopistol off of the ground, it was all that remained of her faction's armory anyways.

Coming back to a stand Nerina began to fire the gun at Eva, she wasn’t going down without a fight, flesh and blood be damned. Eva was just like the legends of Skarne’s army her own mother would tell her bedtime stories about. This unnatural glow about her movements, ghostly and predatory, as she weaved in and out of the bullet’s paths. The clip of ammo ran dry just as Eva made it to her. Jumping back as Eva’s blade revved right past her armored abdomen. If she had one hope of survival it was that Eva wasn’t wearing anything thick enough to stop her chain-dagger. Pulling her Eviscerator out of its sheath before bringing it down at her daughters right shoulder. The chain got caught on something, she barely had time to register Eva putting her power claw in the way, grabbing the blade and crushing it, like model clay, in her grip.

Eva pulled Nerina’s dagger out of her hand like taking a toy from a baby, before Nerina could run, Eva grabbed her by the strands of her hair. She grunted in pain before screaming as Eva’s blade sawed through both of her knees. She let her mother drop to the ground only to scoff as she tried to crawl away from her. “Sapphire’s body is in a casket at my home. A memorial was made for her and all of my other close friends. I would never sacrifice her, no matter what.” She kicked Nerina to her back, she grunted before trying to speak, “You on the other hand? I’d mutilate your body a hundred times over before my bloodlust would get anywhere near sated.” Nerina looked at her, finally fearful of the monster she had let loose on the world. “You’d do this…to your own mother?” She asked, lip quivering. “Did you do this to your own daughter?” Eva retorted. Bringing her Scourge against her neck so that the chain-saw gently pressed against her flesh, “When you get to hell tell Sapphire that I’m making it look like a paradise from where we are.” Nerina looked at her, confusion in her eyes. “Did you really just say that about your own family?” Eva sighed in annoyance. “Oh please, like I don’t know where I’ll end up.” That was the last thing she said before revving the saw of her sword, tearing through her mother’s throat like paper.

The rain brought the flames down to embers then down to ashes. Eva’s thoughts were finally silent, she had avenged her sister, the people she had cared for that died to her own mother’s army. Where would she be if not for the people that helped her get here, and now that she is here…where was she supposed to go next? Her own faction was still rising, would she follow in the line of her mother? Or would she rise with her allies and grow with each other? She wasn’t sure. “Eva!” She looked back, Harper, one of the newest members of her own faction. “What’s the news?” She asked. “We just received word from the Justiciars, more Marauders are on their way, it’s your call.” Eva thought for a moment on Harper’s words, he was human, but no different than her. All of her allies had something in common, they had been hurt by her mother’s faction, by the Marauders. “Let them come, find any materials you can and build traps through the eastern side, I want a barricade overlooking the river to the south.” “And the North and West sides, Eva?” “The Justiciars will cover us from there.”

Anyone that followed in her mother’s footsteps would have their blood shed, no matter who they were.

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katyspersonal · 8 months

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Shabriri for soulsborne bingo

Ohhhh, THAT guy, lol. Yeah, I actually spammed DMs of Kris, @val-of-the-north and @heraldofcrow about this guy when I started to really think about him. There is a LOT to talk about in general on the topic of Frenzied Flame, selfishness/mercifulness of universal despair and his motivations, but I also really liked to analyse the character! I think he already was a skilled manipulator, since he needed to hold enough trust to convince that a whole large national/cultural group of people deserved to be buried alive. I imagine him having been an unpleasant person whom people generally tended to avoid, but who also proven his skills with wits and being right 200 too many times. A type of a person the ruler, or otherwise troubled people could go to for an advice, but a person nobody would want to get CLOSE to. Like, yeah, dude, cool service for the Golden Order, but also when you walk - people jump on the other side of the street just to avoid you fdsjfhsd

I figured his motivation being very depraved, criminal curiousity worked quite well as a motivation for unleashing Frenzied Flame... And after I learned who Allant was, I am even more convinced that "we already have a guy that was just too depressed to NOT ruin the world at home!" and Shabriri better be just evil. xD

There is not much of a 'design' of him besides his face depicted in an item, but also someone basically recreated his face perfectly with the sliders, and even shared so people could copy their homework: ( x ). I mean, LOOK at this:

That's him, ok? Thank you, person

I really love the voice acting, too. Technically it is not his voice, of course, but the VA for Yura and him is soooo great at changing the intonation and vibe that at first I didn't even realise it was the same actor o_o Him sounding so chill and then only breaking with 'MAY CHAOS TAKE THE WORLD' at the end is ICONIC. I also like to headcanon that whereas he takes it quite well if we aggro him (which, I remind you, for him means waiting other several centuries to accomplish his endgoal), like 'eh that's a shame', he would be FURIOUS if someone saw through his facade and called him out on manipulation and inconsistency with his logic. xd

Not to mention the prequel potential in which he talked with Vyke. I wonder in which body he'd be then... But yeah, he is just so interesting to think of. And always trying to find the line where impact of Three Fingers ends and his 'true' personality starts. Being a host/emissary of a force of the nature beyond humanity does that to a person, there is a blur between your will and its will. Like how Malenia holds Scarlet Rot within herself, he holds Frenzied Flame. What is his will and what is its will, and how well they resonate? I think there is a conflict; whereas FF is a self-destructive power of cosmic despair and existential loneliness, Shabriri just wants to see the world burn. xD

Thanks for the ask!

#elden ring #shabriri #ask replies #elden ring headcanons #this guy..... this dude i swear

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one-piecee · 2 years

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#ONEPIECE1048

Chapter title: 20 Years

This chapter was definitely an emotional one, I cried, you cried, the whole world cried.

For the frontpage of this chapter we're still on wholecake island, and it looks like the germa 66 guys are still trying to infiltrare chocolat town? So are they the figures shown on the last page? Hm... it didn't look like them...

Anyways,

Luffy just told Momonosuke to move onigashima out of the way so he could punch the shit out of Kaido and put an end to him, which Momonosuke is, of course, still struggling with...

Luffy is ready to punch Kaido with a fist as big as an entire island, and more than five times as big as Kaido himself and instead of moving out of the way or dodging the attack, Kaido's pride is on the line as a Yonko of the seas, and so he says

"Very well, I'll take this attack head on."

"Did you know strawhat, this country's 'hero' was burned to death 20 years ago"

And just like he burned Oden to death, he transforms into another dragon form, much bigger than his usual form, the Flaming drum dragon.

And he's planning on "vaporizing" Luffy's fist...

But because of Luffy's conqueror's coating, he can attack Kaido without touching him - he uses an attack called the 'Bajrang Gun'

Bajrang is a reference to the Hindu god, Hinuman- a divine monkey god (AND!! I JUST READ -- Bajrang is the son of the wind god - and we've always speculated that Dragon has some sort of fruit connected to the weather, storm or wind!! Maybe he has the powers of the Wind-Wind fruit, or even an actual Wind God fruit?)

This chapter also just solidifies what an absolute piece of shit person Orochi is, truly one of the most despicable villains of one piece...

AND

you can't tell me this doesn't look like Zoro- like how is this not Zoro's dad? or related lmao

Him and the rest of the Daimyo's of Wano faced off against Kaido and refused to view Orochi as the shogun - hence him being captured!! Oh well... we'll see what happens.

And again... these flashbacks are just proving how awful Orochi and Kaido both are, making them even more evil. This above panel was so tragic, a mother looking for food carrying a crying baby on her back.

Let's have the rest of the Ebisu town follow suit. Their bellies will stay empty and their loved ones will continue to keel over... but they won't be able to do anything except grin brightly!! They'll never stop laughing.

And this piece of shit Orochi is still tormening Hiyori, he has a million lives I swear... but then !!

!!!!!!! WHAT DID I SAYYYYY WHAT DID I SAY WAS GOING TO HAPPEN??? DID I NOT SAY DENJIRO WAS TOO QUIET?? THAT HE WASN'T SHOWN ENOUGH?? THAT HE HAD TO DO SOMETHING``??? I KNEW HE WOULD I KNEW HE WOULD AND GOOD!! GOD IT'S SO GOOD THAT HE WAS THE ONE TO KILL (??) OROCHI AFTER HAVING TO SPEND 20 YEARS AT HIS SERVICE AND PRETENDING TO BE WITH HIM DENJIRO I LOVE YOU YOURE AMAZING YOU DESERVED THIS

AND AS HE'S DOING THIS A LANTERN SAYING "PLEASE MAKE OROCHI DISAPPEAR" FLOATING UP IN THE SKY? I SERIOUSLY CRIED SERIOUSLY

Another one... Free us from this hell. and Give me a sip of clear wate. This is so tragic, and people like saying there's no stake to this war. There are no stakes? Not the people starved for food and water? Not the people locked up and forced to labour for Kaido and Orochi? They're not stakes to this war?

And that's where we end it. Luffy still about to punch Kaido, The present hears the cries of the past. Will this be the end of Kaido? Will he have another trick up his sleeve? Awakening? His past? A flashback? Who knows, no break next week!!

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