#life: zoen

[quotesfromscripture]

To gain the whole world but forfeit their soul?

Then someone [heis] came to him and said, ‘Teacher, what good deed must I do to have eternal [aionion] life [zoen]?’ And he said to him, ‘Why do you ask me about what is good? There is only one [heis] who is good. If you wish [theleis] to enter into life [zoen], keep [tereson] the commandments.’ . . . 

Jesus said to him, ‘If you wish [theleis] to be perfect [teleios], go, sell your possessions, and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure [thesauron] in heaven [en ouranois]; then come, follow [akolouthei] me.’ When the young man heard this word, he went away grieving, for he had many [polla] possessions.

- Matthew 19:16-17, 21-22 NRSVA (1995)

Then Jesus told his disciples [mathetais], ‘If any [tis] want [thelei] to become my followers [opiso mou elthein], let them deny themselves and take up their cross [stauron] and follow [akoloutheito] me. For those who want [thele] to save their life [psychen] will lose it, and those who lose their life [psychen] for my sake will find it. For what will it profit them if they gain the whole [holon] world but forfeit their life [psychen]? Or what will they give in return for their life [psyches]?’ 

 -Matthew 16:24-26 NRSVA (1995)

#bible verse #word study #words of Jesus #disciples #being like Jesus #humility #take up your cross #generosity #eternal life #psyche #life: zoen #life: psychen #perfection #treasure #discipleship #wealth #money #matthew 19 #matthew 16

[necroarchy]

    After murdering Terenas, Arthas went to where Zoen lived with her adoptive mother because he was so sure he had to do something about her, even if he never really…. actually thought about what that something was. He saw her in the window of a burning house, saw her mother with her ( but not the mother, and he knew he’d have to do something about her as well but he was becoming so very adept at not thinking about the things he didn’t want to ) and there it was, right before him. All he had to do was walk in and ---

    --- then he saw her die. The house collapsed into embers and wreckage and there you go, lad, there’s your something done about her. You’re no more a father than you are a son now. How’s that for tying up loose ends?

    There was a moment then in which he recognized that he could feel something about this, he could choose to have an emotion about so suddenly losing this child he never really had to begin with, and he decided….. not to. He turns around. Walks away. Never looks back. He forces Thassarian to execute his own mother and he raises Invincible and he never once thinks about her ever again. Arthas just mentally checks out of having ever had a daughter at all, and this is not mourning, this is not grief, this is a void of emotion. She might as well have never been.

    Nine years later there’s the corpse of a seventeen-year-old girl at his feet and they said her name is Zoen Mith and you gotta ask, don’t you, you gotta wonder what it feels like, to find out you hadn’t lost something only after you finally have.

#his whole life is just one trauma after another #80% of which are his own fault ofc #but which are so ghoulish that you gotta at minimum Wince in sympathy #// #﹙ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ. ﹚ undead campaign. #﹙ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴛᴏᴡɴ. ﹚ zoen mith. #﹙ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴀʀᴄʜʏ. ﹚ meta.

[noxianwilled]

[ TOUCHED ]  for receiver to trace one of sender’s scars

always accepting memes!

— @acherys

Everything about the Deathlord should be taken as a warning to stay away. The Ebon Blade is infamous, and everyone knows the carnage Death Knights can wreak. As if undeath alone would not be a deterrent for most, Zoen warns to steer clear as much with attitude as with gloomy armor, the danger she poses no empty threat — but when had the prospect of danger ever made anything unappealing to Katarina?

He may succeed in placing a wall between herself and the easily frightened, but the attempts do naught but intrigue her. She is tempted closer, drawn in, enticed by each stutter in the effort to drive her away. There is pleasure to be found in a hard-won victory, in the cut of a well-placed dagger, in the spilled blood of the assigned mark; she finds a different form of it in how utterly disarmed the Wraith sometimes is at the prospect of contact or an attempt at being charming. A small delight, to see one so fearsome stumble with something so simple.

The Uncrowned are not strangers to death, even those still with a heartbeat. Undeath is not enough to push her away any more than the warning signs are; in her line of work, there is no room to be squeamish, and she had known naught but the life of an assassin from childhood. Perhaps what they say is true, and this is but like calling to like; she has witnessed her brutality firsthand, but so had he seen how Katarina thrived in bloodshed, after all. Or perhaps it is simple curiosity getting the best of her, that and the lingering high of battle, of having her life on the line.

Green eyes linger upon the Death Knight, a brief study of fine features, hair no more disheveled after battle than before, seeming almost joyous after the confrontation. Katarina wonders briefly how the other would react to contact, and before the thought receives due consideration, already her hand has reached for the ice-cold skin. Fingertips clean a stray drop of blood, unlike to be more significant than the stains upon her own skin; and though her gaze does not remain upon the scars for long, contact follows their shape, leaving its original purpose to touch the raised skin (featherlight, barely there; it is not a touch meant to bruise, but one of gentleness, and one so distant as to be the wordless question on whether the touch would be allowed at all). She knows from her own experience how much of a nuisance it can be, to carry a scar so visible; yet it is not morbid curiosity for the tale behind it that moves her. Katarina does not know what it is, exactly, but she knows no question about it will follow — a scar is a scar. Something hurt the Deathlord, and yet she survived. There is no need to know more.

"Does it still hurt?" The question ought to have been made before, though impulsiveness leaves little room for consideration until the thought occurs to her, and Katarina withdraws her hand entirely. She doesn't care about the story, she won't speculate the tale behind it, but she finds it does matter what he feels, and it is that, not the unsurprising icy feel of her skin, that causes her to withdraw. "Sorry — I should have asked that first."

#» in character — ⌜the sinister blade.⌟ #acherys #I struggled to make this work but i made this work................. #in a wow verse i have yet to really make lmao #anyway...................................... an attempt was made bc ily

[acherys]

how does zo feels about other organizations, such as the blood knights, the twilight hammer, the cenarion circle, the uncrowded, the illidari, any/all that are relevant to her. which ones does she see more positively, if any? which ones does he like the least or sees as more of a threat? and also, does this change when he becomes deathlord?

It’s a complicated assortment of “ hate you, hate you, don’t know you ” !

Broadly, Zoen considers every organization a potential threat to the Ebon Blade. While he generally does care about cooperating with them on behalf of Azeroth --- being one of the idiots who lives on Her --- he doesn’t tend to … trust them an inch beyond that? Considering their initial reception from the Capital cities ( rotten fruit & jeers ) , Koltira’s abduction and the stone silence from all other sectors regarding it , and the depth of atrocity that the Ebon Blade sunk to during Legion … Zoen has little faith in anyone ever having the Ebon’s back. 

Let the Highlord worry about protecting Azeroth --- the Deathlord will protect the Ebon Blade.

For the most part, her precise feelings for each of these organizations did not change overly as a result of her ascension. She’s very honest in her dealings with others, and while her reasons for liking or disliking particular groups might have deepened, little has happened to entirely alter them. Undeath has not left Zoen particularly open to change. 

The Four Corners of the House of Troubles

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Zo gets along with the other sketchy bastards best of all. The Illidari, the Council of the Black Harvest, and the Uncrowned rank highest in terms of who she interfaces most easily with. These are the nasty lads.

He gets along best with the demon hunters! Due in no small part to her excellent rapport with Eri’thaes Grimfall, but also because they’re hot and mean and she’s got simple tastes of compatible temperaments. The Ebon Blade understand intimately what it means to make the most of monstrosity on behalf of those who are not monsters. Whether the monstrousness was by choice or by tragedy matters less than what they are now. 

For similar reasons, he has a lot of fondness for the Council of the Black Harvest. In addition, Zo was raised by a warlock! She remembers vaguely a lot of old theories and rituals, and can still speak Eredun quite fluently. They’re a very nostalgic crowd for him to hang around --- PLUS, they appeal to his own tendency to moonlight as a mad scientist. If anyone can understand the thought process that led her to turning herself into a weird little Wraith monster, it’s the folks who dabble with Metamorphosis. 

Though the Uncrowned undoubtedly rank higher than the vast majority of the other class orders in Zoen’s books, she’s not quite as fond of them as she is the two flavors of demon up above. Quite a bit of this is sheer arrogance. What do a bunch of warm-blooded fleshy mortals know of the dark? Posers. Lilian Voss can’t make up for all the living in those ranks. Crawling around in the sewers does not a shadow make.  

Another cause is that Mathias fucking Shaw is in that number, and Zoen. fucking. hhhhhates that guy. so much. 

But they count Tess Greymane among their number, so. Can’t be all bad, can they?

The Righteous and the Meek

Surprising no one, Zoen still hates the paladins. That’s a grudge that will outlast the stars. You can only ruin a kid’s life so many times before their ghost holds it against all of you for eternity. Prior to his ascension to lordship, Zoen despised them as a bunch of self-righteous fanatics. Nowadays, they’re a bunch of self-righteous fanatics who may hold a completely legitimate and Acherus-destroying grudge. Zo’s not stupid. He knows he’s committed sins as grave against them as they’ve committed against himself. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t still hate them, though.

While the flavor of enmity depends upon the particular order ( with Silver Hand ranking barely above Scarlet Crusade ) there is never anything less than the utmost derision in her demeanor towards them.

The Blood Knights specifically are an interesting case, though. She’ll die her final death before admitting it, but for the longest time Zoen found them unspeakably spooky. They were warlocks using a Naaru! That’s hardcore! He’d almost admire it if they hadn’t stopped, but also it’s just a reminder that the Light is a tool --- an extremely powerful, extremely flexible tool that her kind cannot stand. Paladins are the greatest threat to the Ebon Blade, and the Blood Knights remind him of that particularly well.  

His relationship with the priests’ Conclave is a little more complicated. He respects their willingness to stare straight into the Void and even utilize it to their ends. That shows a depth of character he doesn’t tend to expect of wielders of the Light. On the other hand, they also wield the Light. She’s never not going to find that unspeakably lame and discomforting.

There’s also a shred of tanks vs. healers drama going on here --- Zo’s enough of a jock to think folks who stand in the back of the fight flinging spells are lamer than those in the thick of it getting bloody. She kinda wants to shove them in a locker.

Other Class Halls

No one Zoen has a strong enough opinion to loathe or like, and thus are treated with a general attitude of disdain and sneering. The Unseen Path and Valarjar don’t really pop up on her radar very much. She knows they exist, probably has to interact with the Battlelord and Huntsmaster not uncommonly, and that’s about it. Unnoteworthy. 

Even when her mother was at the head of the Kirin Tor, I can’t imagine Zoen ever developing much of an opinion on mages. The vanilla cousins of warlocks. She’s got a tendency of trying ( to various degrees of success ) to access their restricted archives on behalf of whatever new nightmare science project she’s currently fiddling with, but otherwise --- eh? Again, jock mindset. 

He'd care about the Order of the Broken Temple a lot more if they'd invent an alcohol that can get the undead properly drunk. Until then, eh?

The Earthen Ring and Cenarion Circle are two groups Zoen very rarely deals with … mostly on their behalf, strangely. This is almost exclusively a personal inclination which has continued onward into his lordship. Zo knows he’s an abomination against the natural order, and while that generally doesn’t concern him … much … he does retain a certain fondness for certain things. Flowers, for instance. He’s never quite been able to shake that soft spot in his rotten heart for bright, fragile blooms. 

Zo can’t touch a living flower any longer without immediately killing it. Little lasts long in his grasp. But he retains that affection, and keeps his distance. He tries to leave a space between himself and the things he loves so they may thrive. 

He doesn’t talk much to the Farseer or Archdruid.

The Old Gods’ Factions

Twilight’s Hammer are a joke. Zoen cannot take them seriously. She’s unable to hear the Old Gods’ call due to the Lich King --- she doesn’t get the whisper translations when we fight Old God servants, all she hears is squid noises. They are the lamer cousins to the Cult of the Damned, and the Cult of the Damned is as lame as it gets! Who even are these guys? Ridiculous. Your aesthetics are weak and your gods are dull. 

( Now, note --- Zo hasn’t had a lot of serious exposure to the Hammer, even during the Cataclysm. She participated in the Fall of Deathwing, but she was by no means one of the big name heroes in that expansion. Drop him in front of Cho’Gall and see how long that arrogance lasts. )

This opinion is specifically for the Twilight’s Hammer; Zo can get along disconcertingly well with other factions of Old God forces. During Mists of Pandaria, for instance, she spent a great deal of time in the Dread Wastes aiding the Mantid. She really enjoyed her experiences with them! It was very easy to lull into a feeling that they were similar to the Ebon Blade, a ruthless band fighting against their wretched monarch. 

Then came the “ your gods are not our gods ” reveal. She was deeply distressed to have to fight them all in Orgrimmar later on, however. It’s not something she’s ever entirely come to terms with. She got along so well with them … and then this was where their hearts led them? Against Azeroth, on the field with that monstrosity of a Warchief? She’d become so fond of them. They wormed their way into her heart.

Her rotten, rotted heart …

#THIS IS #PERHAPS FAR MORE THAN U WANTED #BUT #OTL #I JUST KEPT GOING AND GOING #somehow this is NOT comprehensive #it's just .... many #fuck me i'm so sorry #// #﹙ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇ. ﹚ meta. #thasdorah #﹙ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ. ﹚ inbox.

[psalmonesermons]

Zoe the abundant life of the believer Part 1

Zoe life vs Bios life

What quality of Life do you have today?

What kind of Life has God?

What quality of Life does God enjoy?

We know both from scripture and by experience that “God is Love.” his being, his life is Love with the Father and the Son in a dynamic loving relationship. A relationship full of joy, peace, patience, kindness, faithfulness, gentleness, goodness, and self-control. In God`s life there is no sin, no pride, no envy, no injustice, and no selfishness.

God`s life is full of creative power, power to create the Heavens and earth, power to create plants and animals, power to create man in his own image.

On the day that you believed in Jesus Christ the very life of God entered your being. The uncreated life of God dwells inside each believer shedding abroad love, joy, and peace in our hearts (Romans 5:5).

This is the abundant Life Jesus came to give to his church.

In the New Testament there is a special Greek word for this abundant Life of God is named Zoe. You may have heard it as a girl`s name; what a beautiful name, meaning “Life as God lives it.”

All human beings who are alive possess “Bios” that is the natural biological life.

But only those who are born again of God`s Holy Spirit possess Zoe life (together with Bios).

The word Zoe (although we derive words like zoology from it) has been given a special meaning by God in the New Testament This is similar to the way that agape (the Love of God) has a special meaning in the New Testament and is different in meaning from phileo (brotherly love).

So what does Zoe mean?

Zoe (Definition): The main thrust of word in New Testament is...

Zoe is Life in the absolute sense.

Zoe is the uncreated life of God.

Zoe is life as God lives it.

Zoe is eternal life.

Zoe is the life the Father and the Son have in themselves.

Bios is natural life; is flesh life, and is the mere animal life.

Zoe life left Adam on the day he sinned against God.

Zoe life entered into you on the day that you believed in Jesus Christ.

Key Scripture:

John 10:10 "The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life (zoen) and have it to the full."

Jesus came to give us Zoe life.

Zoe life is superabundance, life in excess, overflowing, more than sufficient, profuse, and abundant life, and life as God lives it.

Zoe life rising within you brings fullness of joy, peace, longsuffering, goodness and kindness, gentleness, faithfulness, and self-control.

Most of us will know by now that Zoe and Bios are at war within us. The Bios the natural (sinful) life of the flesh is selfish, wants to be coaxed and praised, often takes advantage of others, exploits people and situations for its own benefit or selfish purposes.

Bios hates Zoe and wants to avoid its influence like the plague.

The natural Bios life recognizes that Zoe is much stronger than it and given half a chance Zoe will crucify Bios. Thus Bios fights Zoe every inch of the way as in Mark 14:34-36.

Mark 14:34 “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death,” he said to them. “Stay here and keep watch.”

35 Going a little farther, he fell to the ground and prayed that, if possible, the hour might pass from him.

36 “Abba, Father,” he said, “everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will.”

v34-36 we see Jesus' natural Bios life responsding to the upcoming crucifixion. Yet at the end of v36 we see the Zoe life of Jesus empowering him to say ''Yet not what I will, but what you will.”

Amen

Personal Prayer

In Part 2 we will continue to look at the battle between Zoe and Bios.

#christianity #bible study #bibletruth #blog post #blessings #psalmonesermons #faith #john 10:10 #zoe #abundant life

[zealouswrath]

unassorted Thoughs and HCs i guess

sally was around the mograines all the time since she was a child. renault, sally and vishas were inseparable as kids.

she was always religious, but she wasn't always a priestess. she only received actual training after her family's death and taking refuge with priests.

before that, she had learned to swordfight. the basics only, enough to like. know how to use a sword, if not enough to be skilled at it. it's how she managed to survive. can hs mercenaries be counted as canon? no. i'm still using this art as inspo though.

sally was really talented as a priestess from the start, though. she may not possess the unique bond with it the likes of sir zeliek had, but her bond with it is said to be "unmatched by even the greatest paladins".

much of her connection with the light is one of (what she feels is) righteous anger. she embraced the wrath and desire for revenge, and saw it as a legitimate and correct mission to hunt down the monsters that plagued lordaeron. this persists and escalates the higher she climbs in the crusade's hierarchy, but the important point is: she always thought she was right. she didn't doubt that for one second. and obviously the light was on her side since it never abandoned her to the point she was brought back to life by it, to the point of people believing she was unkillable. which is of course just the perfect touch to make her believe her mission was righteous - if it wasn't, the light wouldn't keep her alive like that.

although righteous fury was the high inquisitor's default, she was capable of acting on and connecting to the light as we see more often, as a force of care and nurture, but only towards those who followed her or who she'd deem innocent. which weren't many outside the crusade.

renault and her absolutely started dating before everything went to hell. but considering what happened to both of them, despite the changes they went through they remained together. eventually he told her the truth about killing his dad and she remained a supportive girlfriend. for real though i just think she actually, really, really loved him

after he died and she didn't manage to bring him back durand was just There to fill in the position as commander and etc but as much as there may be similarities between the dynamics on the surface she. doesn't care for him at all. there's a reason she died years later saying mograine ok

i think she's only vaguely aware of who lilian voss is. honestly she ruined a lot of people's lives who know who she is while she. doesn't know them really.

i discussed it more in length here, but i do think her state of undeath is accepted as punishment, and that she carries some self-hatred for that because not only it fits with her journey i think it's a neat not exact the same but similar enough parallel to zeliek, as is her faith/strength of will and the opposition between him retaining sanity and morals and being forced to commit atrocities vs her regaining sanity and embracing undeath as a means to atone for the atrocities she willingly commited in life

but yeah the gist of it is she doesn't inherently hate the undead, she certainly cares for the ebon blade and loves the horsemen and the deathlord, but she's not as accepting towards herself because people are contradictory like that sometimes

i think she was never in alexandros' vicinity in sl if it could be avoided

the religious undertones stuck with her in undeath

she's a blood dk and would keep the insane sustain theme going on tbh and also the red aesthetic

darion is her little brother. also her commander, and she'll follow his lead with all due respect, but take them out of the battlefield and he'll be bullied like the little brother he is

zoen is the leader, the one with who the Religious Undertones get more evident with the veiled veneration, but in spite of that he's also sibling coded. she's both. not beyond being laughed at on occasion. but when things are serious it's obvious how dedicated sally is to him

nazgrim is insane and she loves him

thoras is so done with everything and she loves him too

#» out of character — ⌜number one elf apologist.⌟ #» character study — ⌜the righteous fear nothing.⌟

[deathweaved]

" There's this dream I have, sometimes ... Lordaeron, golden and green. Skies bluer than the sea. Scent of rose petals in the air. " His laugh is hollow, but what sound can they make that isn't? " Always end up in the Plaguelands, regardless where I fell asleep. Dunno which is worse --- waking where the paladins haven't yet restored, or waking where they have. "

ic asks always make me happy ily ♡

— @acherys

He remembers watching the sunrise with his brother, sometimes. It isn't a clear memory; sometimes he thinks they watched it from a tall spire at home, and sometimes he is convinced it had been no more than Eversong's tall trees. Most of his life is no longer easily remembered, and there is so much about Faltora he has forgotten. Koltira knows, however, that it wasn't something that happened routinely, but that it was special when it did.

Zoen makes a habit of it, he has noticed. And sometimes he joins, when he seems not to mind the company.

There is no preamble to the tale of her dreams, yet the moment she speaks Koltira turns to listen. It's easy to forget, sometimes, that they are a patchwork quilt of different origins; if death had a way of making differences meaningless, the Ebon Blade's bond only further coalesces the unity, race and language as irrelevant as factions and former allegiances.

A part of it lingers, sometimes. It did, in him; in not abandoning thalassian entirely, in having sought Quel'thalas before any other place. He will not assume it is the same for the Deathlord, at least not in the same way. But there are some things death does not erase — they would never have been freed otherwise.

His arms rest upon the balcony, weight supported by it, and his head turns to the rising dawn once more. "Must be truly terrible regardless, if paladin presence doesn't make it considerably worse," The dour humor of his words is not callous, but sympathetic; there is not one among their number without scars from terrible deeds. Tragedy followed them from the start, otherwise they would not be here.

"Have you been to Lordaeron, after death?" It would not be the same, of course, but he understands the longing — the desire to thread once more the ground of what had been home. Perhaps his line of thought is wrong, but it seems harmless to inquire when she spoke of the dream so willingly. A wry smile as Koltira glances at him once more. "Other than to save prisoners from the Undercity, that is?"

"Perhaps the better option would be to see it with open eyes from the start," he offers. "Just a thought."

#» in character — ⌜death alone cannot stop us.⌟ #acherys

[azurequeen]

frost mentioned zoen being referred to as prince by the scourge and how he is and isn't a prince and arthas as king but also not and I was just thinking my muses have? very clear stances on it. sindragosa doesn't really hold him in high regard. she resents everything, including arthas and his cruelty. she serves, as she was made to serve, because he is her master. he is not her king, though. and she would not acknowledge zoen as a prince, specially because any respect she shows arthas is because he earned it through force, because he was powerful enough to subjugate her will, and zoen did no such thing. she doesn't care for the royalty act.

lana'thel, on the other hand, very much does. she is all about the court life, and that would be reflected in how she interacts with her king, and in turn, in his child being acknowledge as a prince. it doesn't matter if in this immutable kingdom no prince is made to inherit.

#» out of character — ⌜number one elf apologist.⌟ #» character study — ⌜the ice does not forgive.⌟ #to koltira she would be family it is the way it is

[regentlord]

❝  looks worse than it was.  ❞

send memes

— @acherys

He glances again at the injury, a clean blade cut that would have taken the Deathlord's life, if she were alive. It seems like a nasty thing, the sort he had witnessed take brothers and sisters in arms to the grave, but perhaps Zoen is right and there is no great cause for concern. Lor'themar is not well-versed in what a fatal injury would be, to the undead — only in the methods to kill the lesser of them, mindless Scourge, not quite a Knight of the Ebon Blade or above.

"Looks pretty bad," He says all the same, though it is all the extent of his concern. The sin'dorei held no great love for the undead as a whole, regardless of their groups and loyalties and hierarchies. The Regent Lord was even less inclined to have any fondness for her, though. Arthas' son would be terrible enough a fate, as would be to have been born from Jaina Proudmoore. That Zoen's blood, however stale and dried, came from both of them was enough reason on its own for Lor'themar's haughty silence (and that the Deathlord had an important part to play in fighting the Legion all the reason the sin'dorei was not entirely dismissive).

His blade is still in hand, dirtied from the battlefield, though there were no enemies in sight, for now. There is enough courtesy left in him that he makes the offer, in spite of himself; too well-versed in saying the appropriate words regardless of his feelings, perhaps. "If you need to patch it up, now is the time. I can hold off any demons that approach, but we seem to have a moment of respite for now."

#acherys #» in character — ⌜the eternal sun guides us.⌟ #lor'themar vc: why am i stuck with arthas and jaina's undead kid #is this hell

[thesealovesme]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚆. ( repost, don’t reblog )

   basics

NAME: Maveric Unelanvhi NICKNAME: Mav, Mavvy, Dumb Mutt, Mavvy-poo, Sea Hobo, Old Man. AGE: Twenty Seven SPECIES: Nouryokusha - Zoan, Human -Tenryuubito.

   personal

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil. RELIGION:  Worships the Sea God of the Grand Line. SINS: greed  /  gluttony  / sloth  / lust /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath. VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility  /  kindness  /  patience  /  justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: To survive and live so as to prove his love to the sea for saving his life many years ago, possessed prior goals of protecting and guarding Zoen, and has many short term plans of providing companionship to various people. KNOWN  LANGUAGES:   Common tongue of the Grand Line, can speak the language of beasts.

   physical

BUILD: scrawny  /  bony  / slender /  fit /  athletic  /  curvy  /  herculean  /  pudgy  /  average. HEIGHT: 6′6′‘, 201cm. WEIGHT: Around 300lbs, about 136kg. SCARS  /  BIRTHMARKS: He’s covered in scars from the various injuries suffered on the prehistoric island he survived at a young age, ranging from lacerations from dinosaurs and dire wolves to burns from acidic toxins from hostile plantlife. His signature lip scar was gained from cutting his mouth open on Yarou’s spines after falling from the ship as a child, and was the first injury he had ever suffered in his life. Other scarring was likely gained just from being a stupid pirate. ABILITIES  /  POWERS: Extreme strength and durability, is in possession of the Okami Okami no Mi; Model: Dire Wolf, which gives the user the ability to transform into varying degrees of a massive warg. Maveric is also a master of Busoshoku Haki, to the point where he can even coat a very close living creature(Yarou) as one would their weapon. This mastery of Armament also allows him to coat his vocal chords in Haki, giving him his signature move ‘Hangman’s Howl’, which is akin to a destructive soundblast.   RESTRICTIONS: Seastone cancels out Devil Fruit capabilities, and Maveric is EXTREMELY susceptible to it, even getting tired merely from the smell. He cannot swim, and will be unconscious the moment he touches the ocean.  

   favorites

FOOD: Anything you can grill over an open fire. DRINK: Alcohol, he prefers the sweeter varieties, like rum, also floral teas. PIZZA  TOPPING: I can imagine he’d probably like something horrible like anchovies or pineapple. COLOR: Red, pink, and the color of wheat. MUSIC  GENRE: Shanties, classical, anything with vocal, and piano. BOOK GENRE: bitch can’t read MOVIE  GENRE: he doesn’t. know what movies are. SEASON: likes winter and autumn islands. CURSE  WORD: Fuck. SCENTS: Sea breezes, florals, sweet scents.

   fun stuff

BOTTOM  OR  TOP:   mostly tops, wouldn’t really care either way. SINGS  IN  THE  SHOWER: he’ll sing anywhere, he doesn’t have to be wet LIKES  PUNS: iF HE FUCKIN UNDERSTANDS THEM

TAGGED BY:  Grand larceny from myself TAGGING: @acherys​ @kanashii-na @maljefe @ryuukenshi @samsmulti (anyone! ) @tctidem (lulu!) @bucketfullofocs (anyone!) @logpcse (anyone!) @glxtzy​ AND ANYONE WHO SEES THIS!! please steal I want to see u _ u

#BLOODY MOON| |Maveric #Where's that Snail| |MEMES #CHAINED;;HOLD BACK RAGNAROK| |Maveric #[[ i have completely incinerated my sleep schedule hi everyone ]]

[kanashii-na]

ᴵⁿ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿˢᵉ: kindling  ⋙ ship bias OC edition?

┋蒼炎⋙—.Five Original Character Ships!

   I heckin’ LOVE OCs. So much. I really shamelessly enjoy experimenting with dynamics and interactions that will never be seen in canon, but aren’t too far off as possibilities for the muse. I always push my muses outside of what feels like their comfort zone to see what facets end up surfacing and expressing. What better avenue for this process than original characters?? Ya’ll workin big magic in your creative space and I am living for it. 

 My Top 5 OC x Dabi Ships at the moment: 

Dabi x Zoen @acherys​ ⋙ Two bitchy babies with mean mouths, bleeding hearts, and ugly scars. When Dad’s Pulse is the Problem, I am the Solution. They are professional snarkers pronounced dead at childhood. Ofc they get along. It just looks like... that. Dabi crushed first, but he won’t admit anything until Tiris likes him. There’s nothing more shameful than trying to come off as smooth when her dog hates you. 

Dabi x Yuki  @glxtzy​ ⋙ He never imagined meeting someone who seemed less qualified for adulthood than himself. Yuki is such a mess of a person that Dabi feels almost normalized in his company; those old lessons and practices that had no place in his present life, are suddenly tumbling to the forefront of his mind as he tries to ignore that he’s getting really comfortable in someone else’s space. Yuki matches him, dysfunction for deadpan, and maybe, maybe the villain finds him to be some kind of fascinating.       

Dabi x Loni @maljefe​ ⋙ Frenimes, rivals, Loni and Dabi have a pre-established friction that stems from the League wanting to make use of the territories and connections that Loni’s organization hosts. Naturally, Dabi becomes the primary force of negotiation to that end; he can’t easily comprehend the moral limitations of a criminal organization -- to him, a mafia is a mafia, but Loni isn’t budging. Through heated conversation, and heated confrontation, the two have fostered an intense sort of familiarity. Their interactions have recently culminated with the re-appearance of Loni after she went missing for a few months, and with a child in tow. Dabi is still trying to figure out what in the fresh hell just happened. 

Dabi x Takehiko @homra-no-artemis​ ⋙ Takehiko is one of those talented, angry, highly capable prospects that Dabi very much would like to successfully recruit into the League. Takehiko has her own ideas about things, but the two of them don’t have misaligned views on everything. While they manage civil discourse for the most part, neither feral, predatory disposition can seem to help but search out the cracks and fissures within the other’s defenses. Both disillusioned with their reality, both hellbent on having their way, both empowered and threatened by their own flames, Takehiko and Dabi only have dangerous things in common.    

Dabi x Ophelia @lightpersists​ ⋙ An enigmatic fellow called Atlas sought Dabi out to finalize a contract order for the recovery && or disposal of a girl named “Ophelia.” He didn’t know, didn’t care about the details between them, but it looks as though Ophelia herself becomes the liability in the plan. Her quirk is useful, and she isn’t unwilling to understand Dabi’s ambitions. The line between ally and target will begin to blur, and he’ll feed into his own inner confusion by enlivening Ophelia’s view of the world around her. Atlas has promised considerable support to the League’s resources, after Dabi turns the girl over. But Dabi will have to evaluate very carefully, whether that return is worth the Ophelia’s potential within the League.   

   ⋙ I enjoy writing with all of your OCs immensely, including ANTAGONISTIC, PLATONIC && FOUND FAM ships and this is by no means an exhaustive list! Lemme shout out to @lyriccl​, @woolspun​ / @vulturent​, @starcrestd​, @solpower​ & @nisenotaka​ to name some more excellent original muses. I am definitely biased for ya’ll’s OCs. u _ u 

#headcanons⋙✘.ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵗᵉˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ #replies⋙✘.ʳᵉⁿᵈᵉᵛᵒᵘˢ; ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵘˢ #anon asker #//thank you for sending this in!

[necroarchy]

The thing about Zoen is that Arthas never actually reckoned with her. He didn't think he'd have to --- as far as he saw, she perished in Capital City's razing. He lost her so early in his damnation, during those difficult days when he was still convincing himself this was the correct path, that it was incredibly easy to just ... not think about her. Ever again. To turn around, and leave everything of his child in the ashes. She simply isn't.

( In a similar manner, he notably thinks about Calia exactly once after taking up Frostmourne.

Finally he reached his quarters and the secret exit built into the wall. He, his parents, and Calia each had one … known only to them, Uther, and the bishop. All were gone now, save he ...

His sister is gone. And there the story ends. )

When he's finally confronted with Zoen's corpse, nine years later and mere hours too late, he's really perfected all the self-justifications that he was just laying the foundation for in Rise --- and anyway, he can and does easily translate the same justifications for Invincible's death onto her.

It hadn’t been a mistake, seven years ago; he hadn’t been wrong. Not then, not now. Not ever. And this was proof.

She had to "die" then! The Scourge was no place for an eight-year-old; presuming her gone gave her time to grow up and now look at them, reunited once she's finally old enough to be raised as a death knight and unlive happily ever after with him! Right? Right! This was destiny. It's perfect.

And if he has ..... moments .... where he starts to think about missing his child's entire life and death, well. He has a lot of practice shoving those thoughts into a box and burying it deep underground, doesn't he.

All of this contributes to why he's so .... forgiving, for lack of a better term, of Zo turning against him. Everyone else from his mortal past, he's had a very long time to nurture his grievances against. He's let his pain at the "betrayals" of Jaina, Uther, Muradin and his father fester for so long he's embraced the rot as blood. But Zoen was a child. Zoen is a child, now and forever more.

Because no matter how long they exist, Arthas is always going to see her as a child dying in flames and a child dead on a slab. He has never once been honest with himself about how agonizing it was to watch Zoen "die." To years later recover her fresh corpse from a pile. He is frozen in those moments forever.

#﹙ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴀʀᴄʜʏ. ﹚ meta. #﹙ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴛᴏᴡɴ. ﹚ zoen mith. #﹙ ᴄʀᴀᴅʟᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ ᴇᴄʜᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʀᴜɪɴ. ﹚ calia menethil. #// #there's gonna come a day when I'm going to go fully insane #and connect M.atthias L.ehner being a child #with Z.oen 'dying' as a child #but god that feels almost a bridge too far for even me #one day tho #ONE DAY

[curiositydies]

@acherys

​ "He told me to come to you." His is not a skull painted on her canvas of memory, but she knows him nonetheless. The same bone- deep resonance that once titled Arthas "Master" names the lich Kel'Thuzad. "Got a project I'm stuck on. He said you might be interested in it."

He’s never certain what to make of Zoen. The girl has had a troubled life and undeath, but he supposes that’s what comes of her unique circumstances. Since she was a Death Knight for much of her tenure, he hadn’t interacted with her much before she broke away, beyond the usual Scourge hierarchy.

Perhaps that was a mistake. Then again, perhaps not. Being singled out, being made special, had simply made him miserable, after all.

He pushes aside his mental pondering for now. What’s done is done. He presumes Arthas has sent her here for a reason (even if that reason may well be just to make her stop asking him things). And even disregarding all of that, he’s not so awash in unique things to do that he’ll deny a request for help with research.

“Did he, now.” He puts aside his book, giving her his full attention. “And what kind of project might this be, that you would potentially need my help for it?”

#acherys #rp #kel just like 'is this a legitimate issue or is it babysitting' #'not entirely sure if there's a difference or if i care enough'

[acherys]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . --- accepting @throned sent: [ clean ]  darion cleaning a smudge of blood off of zoen’s cheek………

Zoen knows little of herbalism.

The practice catches his interest more oft than he cares admit, crowding his shelves with almanacs and guides and field reports as though the racks do not creak enough under the weight of proper grimoires. Useless information for a Deathlord. Rare is the plant which can abide his presence longer than a moment, after all. Rot loves little so well as fresh company.

Still. The shelves languish.

( You are ever a curator of suffering. )

Sholazar Basin seethes. With life, and with Freya’s will. Such verdance is intoxicating at the best of times. ( So much prey! ) A stone’s throw from Icecrown, with a Titan’s ancient ire beating upon her back, it’s a wonder she does not stumble like a drunken fool through the underbrush. Even with a fresh feast cooling at their feet, frenzy gnaws the back of her mind. It worries the edges where once dwelled the voices of Empire.

She’ll make do with speech.

“ Bit far from Ulduar, aren’t they? Not much of the Thousand Maws around here, unless the Titans were playing very fast and loose with their experiments. 

“ … Which… come to think of it … ”

In all lands grow mortals, and in all mortals grows a foolishness. Some get wise to it --- recognize this weed which curls through their garden and chokes the better plants. They dig it out, they rip it free. Root and stem are cast in flame. Every new infant bud joins its parent in the embers. But others. ( Most of them. ) They let it stay, and feed it water, and think to taste its petals once they bloom so prettily.

And so the Old Gods tend new followers, and the Lich King summons Acherus as pesticide.

Zoen yanks Lament free of the last twitching corpse. None of them had deigned reveal where their wretched fellows were squirreled away, no matter how persuasively he and his Highlord asked. Tiris snuffles around the carrion for the choicest meal, and Zoen never thinks to deny him. He twirls his blade idly, considering if undeath might loosen tongues wh--- when ---

It’s such a little thing. He could mistake it a breeze were it a shade less tangible. 

The flex of muscle and tendon sends armor clattering; she hears his mailed hand more than feels it swipe across the high sharp sweep of bone. Has she flesh at all upon that cheek? Zoen doesn’t know. He might as well have strummed raw nerves.

Rot has claimed her tongue. It festers in his mouth, useless as gristle. Only when Tiris shoves his way past her with determination does he figure out how to peel it off the floor of his mouth, and flap it around uselessly against his teeth.

“ Right. Ah --- thankyou. ” 

A miracle worthy of the light of dawn. Those were nearly words.

Through the brush her shadow disappears, yapping with bloodhound excitement, leaving her nailed to the ground behind. What has not decayed is frozen solid; she couldn’t move if she tried. 

( Why haven’t you? )

“ We should, uhm. Probably. ” Eloquent as a ghoul. “ Do something. ” And twice as wise.

A twitch cracks the ice around his knee. If he could do it again --- go so far as to take a step? --- he might know his first mercy, and simply shatter to dust glittering on the breeze.

( How little he knows. How useless all his tomes and scrolls, when not a one explains the bloom he feels blossom within his cold chest. )

#﹙ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴍᴇ. ﹚ interactions. #﹙ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ﹚ indeterminate. #throned #﹙ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ. ﹚ inbox. #// #screams into the abyss

[arcanacracy]

@necroarchy​ SENT WORD: If Jaina had to choose between saving Anduin or Zoen from a true death, who would she pick?

thanks frost i hate this question a lot!

If there was absolutely no possible way to go beyond the parameters of reality and simply rescue both, she would choose Anduin every single time. Not because she loves Zoen any less,      not because Zoen is less important to her intrinsically. Zoen is, at the end of the day, dead, she lived her life without Jaina’s influence, and came to a conclusion tragically because of that decision - and was then raised into undead servitude under the warped hand of yet another of her personal regrets. Jaina despises the undead, she despises the agony-feeding monster that her little girl was turned into, she despises the fact that Arthas feels as though he can puppet the corpse of their daughter as though he truly has any claim over her. As a mother, she couldn’t protect Zoen, she couldn’t save her.           In a way, a true death could be a mercy - an end to that suffering. And Anduin is, as the sun sets, the light and hope of the future - he was the child that she had managed to raise, managed to protect when he was young, and she would be damned to the Maw if she was going to abandon yet another loved one.  She also doesn’t believe that Zoen would forgive her for not choosing him, either way.

#COURIER RECEIVED;;ASKS #CHILD OF LIGHT WHO HOLDS PEACE CLOSE;;My fear breaks in the dawn[[LET ME HOLD THAT HEAVY CROWN]] #A CHILD LOST TO DARKNESS;;Daughter of death do not forgive me[[I AM HERE NOW]] #necroarchy #[[ it's tough because while she does get to get to know the daughter she gave up ]] #[[ she also doesn't think anyone should... have to exist as a zombie... especially a murder zombie lord of an army... ]]

[zealouswrath]

“ That was foolish of you, ” he snaps with a sharp tug of the needle, drawing the thread taut to close another stitch. The work is unnecessary -- his third-risen wields blood so well he sometimes doubts she’s his at all. But that had not stopped the Deathlord from pulling her aside after the battle, and playing the sawbones he’s slowly become in lieu of taking up Thorval’s more arcane instruction. 

If Sally may waste efforts ( and blood --- so much blood ) on Zoen’s behalf, it is only right she suffer that fate in turn.

Another tug of the thread.

“ Suppose you weren’t so clever as you think --- what then, hmm? Think I have much use of a Horseman without a head? It’s not Hallow’s Eve, Whitemane, and if you start speaking in rhymes I’m confiscating your tongue. So unbelievably stupid. ”

( Sentimental. Unthinking. Slavishly devoted.  Whose blood could she be but yours? )

always accepting ic asks ♡

— @acherys

The needle pierces her flesh, leads the thread through it, a repetitive ritual to close her wounds; yet to call the feeling of it pain, even after the harsh tug, seems like an exaggeration of what it is. She knows what pain feels like nigh as well as what it looks like to inflict it upon others. This is gentle in comparison.

Blood could mend her seamlessly enough, easily enough, and Sally knows it as much as she knows so does Zoen. The lifeforce of their enemies, so freely spilled and drained, was just as readily used to sustain her in battle — even when her deeds were reckless, too caught up in the Deathlord's defense to calculate what was unneeded risk.

Foolish, she is chastised, though in truth it felt necessary. There is no raising the dead by willing the Light to restore body and spirit any longer; her powers are not limitless. Blood was all there was to offer. Blood, and the potential sacrifice in the altar of an existence more important than hers.

If the Deathlord wishes to see to her injuries, she would not deny him, futile endeavor that it was. No annoyance is dedicated to her companion as she watches the hand wield the needle, an odd gesture of care (is there any other name for it, the act of devoting one's time to closing another's wounds?). Another sharp pull, another biting remark; Sally smiles as she listens, and that is perhaps the greater mistake — there is no disregard she could show the other and mean. Oh, she takes the Deathlord seriously when need be; but the irritation displayed only makes her endeared.

"You needn't be so afraid for me," Yet amusement and even jest are tempered by the lingering effects of battle. There is no heart beating in her chest any longer, but the sensation, were she to describe it, is not unlike the rush of blood and adrenaline in one's veins that followed combat in life. The clarity while in the thick of it is much the same: a clear goal and a clear enemy, something to be protected and something to be exterminated; the hunger for violence may be intrinsic part of what she is, now, but it is not foreign. Its absence may not have led her to insanity before, yet she had reveled in the heretics' suffering as if it had been sustenance, when her lungs still needed air.

The zeal, too, had always been hers. One could not have picked her amongst many to be raised as the third of four, chosen specifically for her devotion, and expect any less. That ardor is what makes her strong. "Those were paltry risks to defeat those who threatened you," It is a common thing for their kind, to tune down displays of emotion, to present themselves as coldly as the rime that follows in their wake. Sally cares not for it, even in pretense; when her eyes meet Zoen, it is obvious she sees something more.

What had she ever been without a higher purpose?

"They learned their lesson well enough," she eases in a tone somewhat more complacent; commitment to finding a middle ground. Learn may not be quite the word, when the inner workings of the grave were all their enemies would truly find; Sally will take the poetic license, though she dares not dabble in rhyme even for the sake of provocation. "My head remains very well attached to my body, and so does yours, which matters far more."

I would follow you in doing worse; I would willingly soak the ground with each droplet of blood from those who would threaten you. That needs not be said, does it? A fact proven; redundant to restate it. What is this accursed body made for, it not to bleed for others? For her? "It was stupid, perhaps, as you say. Effective, though — that you can't deny."

#» in character — ⌜blood is the seal of our devotion.⌟ #acherys #🥹