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sen annemin bıraktığı yerden yaralarken beni
sana dur demek,
yasını tutmak hiç var olmamış bir aşkın
yanılsamalarla yüzleşmek…
işte tam burda iyileşeceğim
çarpıp durduğum duvarlardan geri dönerek…
geçmek zorunda değilim onları
o duvarların ötesi benim evim değil
yuvam değil, hiçbir şeyim değil, benim değil
görünmez olduğum bir yer
sesimin duyulmadığı yerlerde avazım çıktığı kadar bağırmayarak…
bana geri geliyor kendi sesim
bana yalvarıyor dur artık diye
bazen sustuğu için var olur insan
ve bir kişi bile görüyorsa insan vardır
ben varım diye o duvarları yumruklamadan da vardır
işte tam burda iyileşeceğim
feyzanur baş
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~Easy Breezy~
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if u want, ship bingo for arthur & ink, and/or ship bingo for alekto & narkissos? :)
THANK U... i owe u my life. i will do both b/c i'm sooo normal <- lying
so i feel like my answers for both will be similar b/c they're kinda similar in that they're both exes, but y'know what fuck yeah let's go.
first! arthur and ink! so i love them so so much and they mean so much to me... but uh. yeah they're hot fucking messes. them being exes drives the narrative and their growth as people, and they fucked each other up.
also, i used to like them more in that i used to think their relationship was sweet and healthy. i know better now.
aaand alekto and narkissos! fun fact, you asking about these two got me thinking about cudaas as a whole again.
anyway. "fandom doesn't know them like i do" because i am already incredibly wary of potential discourse about these two. "canon did them wrong" b/c i am mean to them. the rest are just vibes.
also they're both t4t and wlw/mlm solidarity. they're both mlm and wlw because they're so non-binary <333 gender <333
#talk to the bunnykitty#kurtis!!!#ask game#oc ask game#cudaas#bleeding over eden#narkissos cudaas#alekto cudaas#ink nikodemos#arthur huffman#those are all ocs of mine btw
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Ergun Kocabıyık – Aynadaki Narkissos (2023)
Benlik aynadan doğar ve başkasının yüzü bir aynadır.
Başkasına bakmak onu anlamayı, yorumlamayı ve çözümlemeyi gerektirir; çünkü başkası, kendini ancak kültürel (bedensel, dilsel, sanatsal ve benzeri) bir bütünün aynasında ortaya koyar.
Yüz, başkasının belirişidir.
Başkası, yüzde tecelli eder.
Kendimizi dolaylı olarak, yani yalnızca başkasının aynasında görebiliriz.
Kendime erişebilir miyim,…
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Npd/Narcissus theme
[npd/narcissus theme]
including narcissus from greek myth as well as anything related to the narcissus flower and npd.
tagging @clusterrune, @narcissist-hoarding
(nick)names:
narc, narci, narcis/narciss, narcisse, narcissa/narcisa, narcisso/narciso, narcet/narcett/narcette, narcetta, narcetto, narcel/narcell/narcelle, narcella, narcello, narcin/narcine, narcina, narcino, narcissus, narcissi, narcissist, narcissisa, narca, narcisset/narcissett/narcissette, narcissetta, narcissetto, narcissel/narcissell/narcisselle, narcissella, narcissello, narcissin/narcissine, narcissina, narcissino, narcissisti, narcissista, NP, ND, nargis, narkissos, narciso, narcyz, narkas, nargiza, narges, narcaf, narcas, narce, narcel, narcie, narcia, narciz, narco, narzy
mirror, mirra/miraa/mira, mirrora, mirrorer, Major
reflect, reflector, reflecta, reflection, Royal
daf/daff, daffy/daffi/daffie, daffo, daffodil
jon/john, jonqui, jonquil
po/poe, poet, poeti, poetic, poeticus, phea, phae, pheasant, pink, pinki/pinkie/pinky, pinks, pinkster, Prince, Princess, Princex, Prinze
eye
fin/finn, find, finder, findern
lil, lili/lilli/lily/lilly/lillie/lilie, Liriope
taz, taze, tazet/tazett/tazette, tazeta/tazetta, thespiae
King
Cephissus
queen, queeny/queenie
surnames:
Narcisse, Narcissa, Narcissi/Narcisi, Narcissist, Narcett, Narcissisa, Narciso/Narcizo, Narci, Narca, Narcis, Narcy
Myrror/Mirror, Mirrored
Reflector/Reflecter
Daffodil
Jonquil
Poet, Poeticus, Pheasant, Pink, Pinkster
Eye(s)
Find/Finde, Finder, Findern
Lily, Liriope
Tazetta
Cephissus
1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself
ni/nar/narci/narcine/narcself
ni/narc/narcs/narcself
ni/nar/nargi/nargine/nargisself
mi/mirr/mirro/mirrine/mirrorself
ri/re/reflec/reflectine/reflectionself
di/daff/daffi/daffine/daffodilself
ji/jo/jon/jonquine/jonquilself
pi/poe/poet/poetine/poetself
phi/phea/pheas/pheasine/pheasantself
pi/pink/pinks/pinkine/pinkself
eye/ee/ey/eyine/eyeself
fi/fe/find/fine/findself
li/lil/lily/liline/lilyself
ti/taz/tazets/tazine/tazettaself
2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself
no/narc/narcs/narcself
no/nar/nargis/nargiself
mo/mirror/mirrors/mirrorself
ro/reflector/reflectors/reflectorself
do/daffor/daffors/daffodilself
jo/jonquir/jonquirs/jonquirself
po/poeter/poeters/poeterself
pho/pheasar/pheasars/pheasantself
po/pinkster/pinksters/pinksterself
eyo/eyer/eyers/eyerself
fo/finder/finders/findernself
lo/liler/lilers/lilyself
to/tazer/tazers/tazerself
3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself
narc/narcs, np/npd, npd/npds, np/d, n/pd, narc/narcissist, narcissist/narcissists, narcissist/narcissistic, narci/ssist, narci/ssistic, narcissus/poeticus, nar/nargis, narg/nargis, nargi/nargis, nargis/nargis', narcissus/tazetta, narcissus/jonquil
mir/mirror, mirr/or, mir/ror, mirror/mirrors, mirror/mirrored, mirror/mirroring
reflect/reflects, reflect/reflection, reflect/reflector, reflect/reflected, reflect/reflecting, re/flect
daff/daffodil, daffodil/daffodils, daffo/dil
jon/quil, jon/jonquil, jonquil/jonquils
po/et, poet/poets, poeti/cus, poet/poeticus, poeticus/poeticus, phea/sant, pheasant/pheasants, pheasant/eye, pink/ster, pink/pinkster, pink/pinks, pinkster/pinksters, pinkster/lily
fi/findern, find/ern, finder/findern, findern/findernself, findern/flower
lil/lily, lily/lilys, lil/y, li/ly
taz/tazetta, taze/tazetta, tazetta/tazettas, taz/etta
titles:
the narc, the narcissist, the narcissistic, the one with npd, the npd haver, the one who adores themself/their reflection, the mirror gazer, the one who gazes into the mirror/their reflection, the self-admirer, the flower, the daffodil, the jonquil, the poet, the peots daffodil, the poets jonquil, the poets narcissus, the nargis, the pheasant, the pheasants eye, the findern, the findern(s) flower, the pinkster, the pinkster(s) lily, the lily, the tazetta, the narcissus tazetta, the narcissus jonquil, the (x) of Cephissus, the (x) of Liriope
(prn) who is narcissistic, (prn) who has npd, (prn) who has grandiose delusions/delusions of grandeur, (prn) who loves their reflection, (prn) who loves daffodils, (prn) who loves jonquils, (prn) who loves the nargis, (prn) who loves the pheasants eye, (prn) who loves the findern flower, (prn) who loves the pinkster lily, (prn) who was born to Cephissus, (prn) who was born to Liriope
#npd#npd theme#narcissistic personality disorder#actually narcissistic#narcissism#narcissus#greek myths#name blog#list of titles#list of names#names list#title list#1st person neopronouns#2nd person neopronouns#3rd person pronouns#neopronouns#pronouns#pronoun list#pronouns list#npd names#npd pronouns#npd neos#npd titles#narcissistic names#narcissistic titles#narcissistic pronouns
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🔮 Behold, mortals of the information superhighway! I am Archmage Kelzar of Narkissos, wielder of the arcane, master of the mystical, and the most splendid of spellcasters! 🧙♂️
🌟 Gather 'round, ye seekers of wisdom, for I shall regale you with tales of my fantastical exploits! From turning my socks into ferocious beasts (they now roam the lands as "sock-gnolls") to attempting to brew a potion of infinite wisdom (it turned my cat into a philosopher), my wizardry knows no bounds! ✨
🔥 Fear not, for I am a benevolent wizard, here to bring mirth and merriment to your mundane days! Join me on this whimsical journey through the digital realms! ✨
💫 Remember, dear followers, the most powerful magic of all is the magic of laughter! So let us cast aside our woes and embrace the joyous chaos that is the world of Narkissos! 💫
Sincerely,
Archmage Kelzar of Narkissos
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Conclave
Jayce x Viktor x Fem!Reader
Arcane Halloweek: Day 3 - Mages, Witches, and Wizards
A/N: Kind of went off the rails for this one lol - created a whole ass mage universe. not in the arcena universe, just kind of made my own. but it’s not really important lol. Hope you all enjoy!
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings: canon divergence, AU, angst, fluff, very vague mention of the fact that reader will outlive Jayce and Viktor, happy ending.
Un’beta read - apologies for any grammatical mistakes/spelling errors
The crimson wax seal stares up at you tauntingly, the carefully crafted sigil of house Narkissos laying broke in half in your haste to read the parchment it held closed.
“No, no, no! Fuck!” Pieces of hair break off in your fingers as you grasp desperately at the strands, complete and utter fear for using through your veins as you pace across the room.
You knew coming from an old house would come back to haunt you. You should have expected this - you can’t run from them forever. Not when they send for you personally.
Not when they call a conclave.
There hasn’t been a conclave in thousands of years, you never anticipated having to attend one, preferring to keep to yourself and avoid all the silly rules they impose upon mages.
Hell, you had planned to ignore a conclave call if you ever did get one, but the invitation wasn’t just for you. It had their names in it too.
Which means they know. Which means you’re all in danger whether you attend the conclave or not.
“Fuck!” The word rips from your chest in a powerful cry, shaking the room around you.
Tinctures and other various tools are still rattling when the two people you are so afraid for, enter your workshop, worry clear on their faces.
Your names leaves their lips in gentle whispers as familiar hands slide up your back before resting on your shoulders as you brace your hands on the desk - that damn seal mocking you as you stare down at it.
The sigil is of a raven, beautiful wings spread as it clutches a skull in its talons.
You used to find the picture to be a powerful symbol. But now…now it just feels like a message.
“What’s wrong?”
Viktor is the first to speak, his accented voice doing nothing to calm your turbulent emotions like it usually does. Nothing can calm you now, not Jaya as warm hands or Viktor's gentle words.
Not when everything you hold dear is at risk.
Fingers shakily grasp the delicate parchment that appeared on your desk, holding it up as explanation.
“A conclave,” you whisper, voice unsteady. “They’re holding a conclave.”
Your lovers confusion is palpable as you turn around to face them, their hands falling to their sides as you lean against the desk. Jayce looks from you to Viktor then back again before speaking, hand fisting unsurely at his side.
“And that’s…a bad thing? I thought mage conclaves were just to discuss changes or elect new members to sit on the council-“
“It’s not that simple!” You snap, immediately regretting it the moment Jayce’s face falls and Viktor reaches up to place a hand on his shoulder. “Shit I -“ You take a deep breath, the paper in your hand crinkling as you crush it in your fist. “I’m sorry. That is what they usually are. They may be dreadfully boring but they’ve never been dangerous not…not until now.”
The words leave your lips in a whisper, and you can’t bring yourself to meet their eyes, as they look at you questioningly.
“Why is this one different?” Viktor finally asks, cane thumping anxiously against the floor.
“Because of you.” Your voice is firm, devoid of any previous emotion as the gravity of the situation finally settles in your stomach. “Mages…we’re expected to present those we chose as life partners. Usually it’s a cause for celebration as it’s usually a mage bonding with another mage and carrying on an old house but-“
“We’re human.” Jayce states, picking up on the implication of your words.
You nod, swallowing thickly. “Yes. And they…the other mages, especially the council don’t…this-“ You gesture between the three of you. “This is unheard of. I can’t even think of an instance that it’s happened before and they…they aren’t fond of outsiders.”
Jayce shakes his head, stepping forward as he speaks. “Then we just don’t tell them. You go to the conclave like normal and we’ll stay here, they don’t have to know-“
“Except they already do.”
Viktor's voice is grim as he speaks, fingers curled against his chin in thought as golden eyes flick up to meet your own. “That is why you’re so upset.”
You nod, unable to hold back the tears that have been burning at the back of your eyes since you read the dark ink scrawled neatly on the invitation. They bubble to the surface, coating your lashes as you try to blink them back.
“Yes, I…They know about you, they know we’re together and I don’t-“ You choke on a sob. “I don’t know what they’re going to do.”
Two sets of arms envelop you before you can break down further, the two bodies pressing up against you as Jayce and Viktor sandwich you between their embrace.
“We’re here,” Jayce says, voice gentle as he presses a kiss to your temple. “And we’ll be here for whatever happens.”
Viktor hums his approval, one hand sliding down to intertwine his fingers with your own. “Jayce is right. We will be together, no matter what happens.”
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Despite being together for years at this point, Jayce and Viktor are always in awe whenever you use magic, especially in such a grand way as transportation.
Jayce of course had witnessed a spell like this as a child, but you always took a small sense of pleasured happiness at the way his eyes widen in child-like wonder as you paint runes in the air.
The familiar blue haze fills the small clearing behind your house, casting the pallid grey morning in a calming azure light.
The spell comes naturally to you, hands twirling your staff to form the intricate runes that make up the transportation spell until, with a grand wave of your arms and firm drive of the staff, all three of you are on your way.
It happens in the blink of an eye and in a whirlwind of colors and stars until your feet are back on solid ground. Viktor stumbles slightly as the spell leave him and Jayce just a few inches from the ground, but Jayce is there to steady him as you take in your surroundings.
The conclave meets in the same place each time. The Evereska Valley between two of the oldest mountain ranges in the world - the supposed birthplace of magic and mages as you know them.
You never knew weather to believe the little stories that were told to you as a child of a drop of magic falling to the earth here in this valley, only to sprout and grow until the very first man came across it and was blessed with the gift of magic.
But you cannot deny how power thrums through your veins every time you step onto these grounds. You can only hope you’d be powerful enough to protect Jayce and Viktor if it comes to that.
Because you won’t let anything happen to them. Not if you can help it.
You had the transportation spell drop you three just outside the entrance of the conclave hall. Most mages teleport right inside, not wanting to bother either the extra walk. But you needed time - just a moment to collect yourself before you made your entrance.
“Okay…” You take a deep breath, turning to your partners. “The conclave isn’t far, just through those doors but I…I wanted a moment to speak with you both.”
Viktor steps forward at this, brows furrowed. “You’ve already told us everything about the conclave, prepared us for anything that could happen.”
You nod, swallowing down the emotion that tries to bubble up. “I know.” You reach out to take their hands, stepping closer to them as you squeeze their hands firmly. “I love you both. No matter what happens, please know that.”
Their demeanor soften at your words and before either of them respond, they each place a chaste kiss to your lips, Jayce placing an extra one to your forehead for good measure.
“We know,” Jayce says, voice soft as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “Of course we know that. We love you too.”
“No matter what.” Viktor adds.
You nod, giving them a tight smile before linking your arms with theirs. Viktor on your right, and Jayce on the left. They know you have human partners, no point in trying to hide it.
The large ornate doors of the conclave hall open automatically when you approach them, letting out a wave of conversation, music, and laughter.
While the meetings themselves bore you to tears, you have to admit that the before and after are typically worth the days it takes to settle years worth of issues.
Most of the commotion is coming from farther into the building, so you and your partners have several more yards before any eyes are on you, something you’re silently grateful for.
Only when you reach the ends of the entryway do you pause, the music and conversation louder now that you are just on the other side of the curtain separating the grand hall from where you currently stand.
Sensing your trepidation Jayce places a warm hand over your own on his arm just as Viktor places a gentle kiss to your cheek.
It’s all the courage you need as Jayce pushes the curtain aside and the three of you enter the room.
It’s almost comical how quickly silence befalls the room, covering it like a thick black cloud as all eyes fall on you.
The only sound in the room now is the crackling of the two roaring fires at the center of the room, the hushed whispers as mages lean into one another, and the sporadic awkward cough.
You want to die. You can feel the beginnings of another teleportation spell sparkling at your fingers tips. But before you can disappear and face the repercussions of that particular faux puss, a familiar face appears before you.
“Ah (y/n), how nice of you to join us!” The man says, dark brown eyes sparkling beneath thick grey brows. “And I see you brought guests.”
The room is still silent as he speaks, and your words dry up in your mouth. Jayce and Viktor don’t dare speak, having already been warned by you to not utter a word unless you have them the go ahead - too much room for error.
Picking up on your utter discomfort, the older man hums in understanding before turning to face the room, waving ring clad hands around dismissively.
“Everyone get back to business! You’ll have time to introduce yourselves later, this is a celebration after all, is it not?” The man laughs as he walks beside Jayce, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as he continues. “Eat, drink! We have much time before proceedings begin!”
As if on command, the room bursts with life again. Conversation explodes all around you as the musicians pick up their instruments once more, elegant music floating through the air as the man turns back to you, and you practically melt with relief.
“Abraham!” Taking your arms from your partners you can’t help but wrap them around the older mage instead, his laughter warming your chest as he returns the gesture.
“My little mage, it’s so good to see you.” He says, hugging you right before you pull away, looking up at him worriedly.
“It’s good to see you too Abraham, but I…” You cast a glance at your lovers, heart clenching as their hands intertwine - confusion, wonder, and suspicion clear on their faces. “I’m scared Abraham. They asked for me to bring them, by name. And you know how most of them feel about outsiders I don’t…have you heard about what they want? What are they going to do?”
Abraham shushes you, weathered hands coming to rest on your shoulders assuredly. “No harm will come to them, little mage. Not while I still stand - or you for that matter.” He chuckles, one hand sliding down to take yours. “I can feel the energy within you, can sense your connection to those two men.” He’s whispering now, voice low so only you can hear. “You are a noble house, a house of old. Do not let their archaic beliefs keep you from happiness. And I won’t either.”
He steps away from you, words ringing in your ear as he addresses all three of you now.
“Please,” he says, smile warm as he clasps his hands together, “eat, drink, enjoy yourselves. We will not begin the conclave until tomorrow after everyone rests. And both tonight and tomorrow your seats are beside me and my house.”
Finally, Viktor speaks and you’re glad he knows it’s the appropriate time to do so, no risk of rebuke here.
“Thank you. Your hospitality is most gracious, mighty Abraham.”
Viktor bows his head slightly as he speaks, exactly like you taught him and Jayce. So, when Abraham lets out a deep bellowing laugh, the shock on Viktor's face is apparent.
You send a glare towards the older mage, who only shakes his head, eyes sparkling with amusement as he looks at you.
“Did you teach him that?”
You scoff, Crossing your arms defensively. “Of course I did! Not all mages are like you Abraham, most of them are stuck up pricks! I had to teach them the old greetings so they wouldn’t get themselves in trouble!”
Abraham, laughter subsiding, nods and turns his attention to the two men behind you. “While she is correct in teaching you the old ways, please do not use them with me. Mages do not typically greet each other in this manner.”
Jayce shakes his head. “But…we’re not mages.”
“You are bonded to her.” Abraham gestures to you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “That places you on the same level and thus worthy of the same courtesy. Treat me as you would any of those close to you.”
At this both men nod, giving their thanks before falling silent again.
“Well, I don’t want to keep you. Thank you for the warm welcome Abraham, it was…I appreciate it more that you know. To have someone on my side.” You say, smiling at your old friend.
He nods. “Of course. Now, enjoy the evening and if I don’t see you before you retire, come find me before we begin tomorrow. You do not have to face this alone.”
And with that, he turns in a flourish of deep emerald robes and makes his way across the hall.
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The first evening passes without incident. No one said much of anything to you, which might sound like a good thing if it weren’t for the upturned noses and nasty glances you’d received all night. However, Abraham's presence and assurances had lulled you into a false sense of security, a feeling that allowed you to fall asleep peacefully in your provided chambers with your lovers at your side.
A feeling that was ripped away from you almost the moment you stepped foot into the great hall the following morning.
There was no great feast, no fresh fruit or pig roasting over the fire. Just hushed silence broken only by quiet whispers as you, Viktor and Jayce made your way to the seats beside Abraham, who looked more apprehensive than last night.
“Abraham, what is it?”
You can sense that something is wrong, and you can only hope and part that it has nothing to do with you and your partners.
The old mages face is solemn as he shakes his head, gesturing subtly to someone walking into the middle of the room, indicating the conclave is about to begin.
Whatever is bothering Abraham will have to wait, and you can only hope you, Jayce and Viktor get out of this unscathed.
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You almost forget about the trepidation swimming in your stomach as the conclave is called to order. As usual they start off with official business. Rules and laws that need to be touched on, any new important businesses, and any major news that needs to be shared.
Shortly after it began, you had switched places with Jayce so you were between the two scientists and able to answer the dozens of questions they had for you.
They were asked in hushed whispers, pure curiosity and intrigue present on their faces as they asked and you whispered the answer back.
Your chest fills with warmth as you watch them take in all this information with awe. Humans have traditionally been scorned by mages. Most of them thinking magic above that of lowly humans. But you know that view comes from fear, fear that humans will turn magic against the very people who can wield it naturally.
But Jayce and Viktor aren’t like that, it’s what made you fall in love with them. Their pure, unadulterated, love and interest for the Arcane and their desire to truly learn about it in hopes of helping those most in need.
They’re doing more to help people than most of the mages in this room. Which is why, when your name echoes throughout the room and all eyes fall on you…
You decide to fight for this. Fight for them.
You stand to your feet as Bertram Narkissos looks smugly at you, saying your name once more, quieter this time.
“I believe you have news to share with us?”
The words are laced with faux curiosity, pretending as if he doesn’t already know the ‘news’ you have to share.
Hands clasped neatly in front of you, you don’t give into his goading, eyes firm as you speak.
“I was under the impression that you were more than aware of the news I have to share, Bertram. Considering the…firm invitation.”
You can’t keep the venom out of your words, watching as any false friendliness melts from the old mages face, dark brows falling over golden eyes.
“Right.” He clips. “Then I suppose we should stop beating around the bush. You’ve chosen to bond with humans!”
The uproar is almost immediate, as if he had announced you decided to bond yourself with a demon rather than two accomplished men.
Voices lift into the air, gasps of shock, calls of outcry.
“Humans?!”
“This has never been done-“
“Mages cannot consort with-“
But one voice rises above them all, once again calling your name with an icy coolness that makes you shiver.
Ariadne Castemont, the head of one of the oldest mage houses, is standing at the council table, eyes fixed on you.
She gestures to you, as she speaks. “Come onto the floor.”
You obey without hesitance, but not without casting a glance to Jayce and Viktor who look at you worriedly.
“It will be alright.” You tell them quietly, squeezing their hands before stepping away from the table to make your way into the middle of the room.
Bertram stands to the side now, making you the center of attention in the center of the large hall. Your eyes never leave Ariadne’s deep purple ones, and you can only hope that she gives you a chance. Despite being head of the mages council, she is known for being fair and just, not hasty to decisions.
Once in your place, she speaks once more. “Your bonding is a peculiar one. And as an old house, it makes me wonder what your motivations are.” She begins, eyes narrowing. “Mage numbers have dropped drastically in the last century, there are barely half the numbers we had before then, and it is of utmost importance to keep our race alive. The arcane is-“
“The center of all the universe.” You interrupt her to finish the well known words. “I’m aware of this. But more than anything I’m aware of the bigotry and hatred you all have for humans and anyone who isn’t a mage.”
Your words cause another round of gasps to ripple quietly though the crowd, but you don’t let it deter you.
“We hoard this ability, this gift, and use it for our own gain. We use it to heal our own and feast on more food than we could possibly eat. We use it for our own pleasure while people, humans and other races alike suffer terrible fates-“
“That is hardly our responsibility.” A humorless laugh from beside you guys you off, and you can’t stop the glare you send Bertram as he steps forward once more.
“We cannot be expected to worry ourselves with the plights of every lesser life form.”
“Lesser?” You hiss, pure venom in your voice. “Is that why you all allowed it when mages laid waste to cities thousands of years ago? Killed millions of innocents? Is that why you all looked the other way, and moved on as if a genocide wasn’t committed?” Your eyes track around the room, feeling slightly triumphant when you see most mages look away from your gaze shamefully.
“We are better than no one. And some of our actions are no better than the ‘lowly’ humans you claim to be superior too.”
The room is silent following your outburst, and you think for just a sliver of a moment that you’ve got them. You’ve got them to understand or at least think about their backwards beliefs.
But Bertram, ever the instigator, is not about to lose this fight so easily.
“That still doesn’t explain why you’re teaching them the ways of the arcane.”
At that, the room explodes once more, Louder and more chaotic than before as almost every mage shoots to their feet. Outrage is clear on their faces as they shout out in disbelief, questions coming out quicker than you can try to answer them.
Not that they would be able to hear you anyway.
The smirk on Bertrams face is infuriating, and you can feel your fingers tingling as you move towards him, anger and frustration manifesting in blue sparks at your finger tips.
“ENOUGH!”
The commanding roar is enough to silence the room almost instantly, all voices dying down as eyes fall to the owner of the voice. Abraham stands tall and all commanding at his seat, face pinched in a look of disappointment as his eyes travel over the room.
“I believe it would do us all well to listen for once instead of speaking.” Abraham steps to the side and gestures to your partners who stand patiently behind him, as if ready to come out and join you on the floor.
Which is exactly what they do. Jayce, followed by Viktor, make their way to join you in the center of the room, all eyes following their every move.l until they are right by your side, Jayce reaching out to give your hand a comforting squeeze.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” You whisper, words practically hissed out through clenched teeth as you look at your partners.
Viktor only shrugs, that teasing little smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “It was Jayce’s idea. And I figured I might be able to help if needed.”
You got to speak again but Jayce cuts you off, eyes pleading. “Just…trust me okay? Let me talk to them.”
Fear and anxiety swirl violently in your belly, but as you take in their assuring gazes, you force yourself to back down. Giving them each one last look, you nod steeping back to the side to allow them room to speak.
Jayce clears his throat. That all too familiar public persona taking over despite his nerves.
“I know you all don’t trust us. Don’t trust humans, but I’d like to start with a story that might just explain why we started research into the Arcane.”
The crowd murmurs begrudging agreeances, Abraham still looking fiercely at them, daring them to object.
Jayce continues.
“When I was just a child, a mage - possibly one you know - saved me and my mother as we were traveling through a mountain pass in a winter storm. He…he came out of nowhere when I thought all hope was lost. My mother had collapsed, and had the beginning signs of frostbite - I didn’t know what to do and then a figure came out of the storm…”
You watch in anticipated silence as Jayce spins his tale, the story you know all too well from the many times he’s told you. Explains the captivating blue light, the runes carved into the very sky above him and the multitude of colors as he and his mother were transported to safety in a meadow of flowers outside the mountains.
You watch as Viktor steps up next, explaining how they partnered up but we’re still unable to understand certain parts of the arcane, some of their experiments dangerous or backfiring. Until they found you.
You watch as slowly, almost one by one the mages’ apprehension and outrage start to melt away - instead replaced with thoughtful looks or even understanding.
And when they are done, and Jayce thanks them for their patience and hearing them out, the room doesn’t erupt in chaos.
Instead, low murmurs ripple through the room only being interrupted with a firm call of your name, Ariadne standing from her seat once more.
You make your way out to the center of the room once more, this time unashamedly standing between your two partners and taking their hands in your own, finding comfort in their touch as they lean closer to you.
“You admit you’ve been guiding these two men in the ways of magic?” She asks, voice neutral.
You nod, no point in denying it. “Yes. Because they want to make a difference in the lives of those in need. They don’t want this power for themselves, but to use it to better the lives of those who need it most. Just like one of us did for Jayce.”
Ariadne looks perplexed for just a moment, brows pinching as she looks to you once more, eyes piercing. “And you have chosen to be bonded to them? You know your lifespan is vastly different-“
“We know.” You cut her off, taking in a shaky breath at the reminder of that sorrow that will come. “But…we are prepared for that. Content with that.”
They squeeze your hands, and Viktor brings one up to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles in silent comfort as Ariadne takes in your response, turning to murmur to the other council members by her side.
The hall is silent other than their indecipherable whispers, everyone waiting with bated breath until finally Ariadne speaks once more.
“The council has decided,” she looks at you, and you can’t find it in yourself to breathe.
“The bond will be blessed, and following our traditions - it will be celebrated as well.”
Finally, the hall erupts once more, but this time it’s in joyous applause and calls of congratulations.
There are those few, Bertram being one of them, who turn up their noses and exit the hall. But most stand smiling as you turn to embrace your lovers, melting into their warm arms.
“Thank you.” You whisper, pressing a kiss to each of their cheeks.
Both of them respond in kind, words of love and devotion whispered against your lips or hair as they hold you close.
There’s still a lot of work to be done in the world of mages and the arcane, but….
Maybe this is a step in the right direction. And you’d have your boys by you every step of the way.
No matter what.
#arcanehalloweek22#poly jayvik x reader#jayce x viktor x reader#jayce x viktor#jayce x reader#viktor x reader#arcane viktor#acrane jayce#jayce talis#jayce talis x reader#arcane x reader#arcane#arcane halloweek
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Jess Collins, Narkissos, late 20th century
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Edward Villella and Patricia McBride in Narkissos, 1966 ph. Martha Swope
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recent photoshoots pt.2: Gaea Narkissos (they/them), looking fancy
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me when i wanna talk about narkissos but don't know where to begin
#multi makes text posts#not tagging the art taglist b/c this is a very quick silly doodle#but yeah <3 narkissos my beloved#made him to be a shitty shitty guy but now i'm like. i love him. i am obsessed with him#he's so traumatized and broken and riddled with guilt
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Pt.2
If “the tree of wishes” characters had Twitter X
Auryn (x2)
Dan/Daniela
Claudia
Nyxia
Varsha
Quinton
Narkissos
Idan
Pt.1
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“Kendine aşık olanlara aldırmayıp onlara karşılık vermeyen güzel bir peri kızı Ekho, bir gün ormanda avlanan bir avcı görür. Hikaye budur ki, Narkissos adındaki bu avcı, çok yakışıklıdır. Narkissos’u bir defa gören her kimse onun dillere destan güzelliği karşısında büyülenirmiş. Peri kızı Ekho bu yakışıklı avcıya ilk görüşte aşık olur. Ancak avcı Narkissos bu sevgiye karşılık vermeyerek peri kızından kaçar. Ekho ise böyle bir davranışla karşılaştığı için, kara sevda ile içine kapanarak hayatını kaybeder. Kendisinin ölümüne neden olan Narkissos için de “O da benim gibi sevsin ve o da benim gibi kavuşamasın.” diye ah eder. Peri kızının vücudundan arta kalan kemikleri sarp kayalara dönüşür, sesi ise bu kayalarda “echo” dediğimiz yankılara… Ne zaman birisi dağlara, taşlara doğru seslense Ekho’nun sesini duyduğuna inanılır. Peri kızı Ekho da yüzyıllardır acısını başkalarının sesiyle dile getirir.Olimpos Dağı’nda yaşayan tanrılar bu duruma çok sinirlenirler ve Narkissos’a büyük bir ceza vermeye karar verirler. Günlerden bir gün, Narkissos avdayken aç, susamış ve yorgun bir şekilde nehir kenarına gelir. Nehirden su içmek için eğildiğinde sudan yansıyan kendi yüzünün güzelliğini fark eder. Daha önce görmediği bu güzellik karşısında adeta büyülenir. Kendi güzelliğine o kadar hayran kalır ki gözlerini yansımasından ayıramaz. Narkissos artık kendine aşık olmuştur. Narkissos kendisini izlerken orada ne su içebilir ne de yemek yiyebilir, aynı Ekho gibi o da günden güne tükenmeye başlar ve orada kendini seyrederek ömrünü tüketir. Onun öldüğü gün tam da yansımasını seyrettiği yerde beyaz sarı, mis kokulu çiçekler açar. Efsaneye göre Narkissos öldükten sonra da vücudu nergis çiçeklerine dönüşür.”
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Narkissos & Ekho (Nergis çiçeği hikâyesi).
Nergis, nergisgiller familyasından Narcissus cinsinden bitki türlerinin ortak adı.
Bu bitkilerde sap 20–80 cm kadar yükselebilmektedir. Soğanlı olan bu bitkilerde taç yaprakları beyaz veya sarının karışımları şeklindedir.
Anavatanı Avrupa olan bu bitkilerin en çok tür zenginliğine İspanya ve Portekiz'de rastlanmaktadır. Ancak doğal olarak tüm Akdeniz kıyılarında, hatta bunun uzantısı olan Japonya'ya kadar aynı enlem dereceleri arasında görülmektedir. Dünyada Avrupa, Kuzey Amerika, Kuzey Afrika ülkelerinde tarımı yapılmaktadır.
Bu bitkinin soğanları en az 1 sene ara ile kullanılmaktadır. Zira çiçeğini vermiş olan soğan ekilirse, bir dahaki seneye çiçek vermez.
Efsaneye göre bir peri ile tanrının oğlu olan Narkissos, dünyanın en yakışıklı erkeğiymiş. Onu bir defa gören dillere destan güzelliği karşısında büyülenip ne yapacağını bilemezmiş.
Onu tanıyan her kız, her peri ona delilercesine aşıkmış. Hatta tanımalarına bile gerek kalmadan ilk görüşte umarsızca gönüllerini ona kaptırıyorlarmış. Fakat Narkissos hiçbirine yüz vermiyor, hiçbirini kendine layık görmüyormuş.
Dağlarda ve mağaralarda yaşayan güzeller güzeli Ekho da Narkissos’un bu şanından haberdarmış. Fakat onu bir kere bile görmemiş.
Hiç ummadığı anda bir gün Narkissos ile karşılaşmış. O da tıpkı diğer kızlar gibi ilk görüşte Narkissos’a aşık olmuş. Günlerce ona kendini göstermeden çevresinde deli divane dolanmış. En sonunda dayanamayarak aşkını ilan etmeye karar vermiş.
Fakat Ekho konuşamıyormuş. O sadece kendisine söylenen sözleri tekrar ederek düşüncelerini dile getirebiliyormuş.
Eğer Narkissos beni gördüğünde bana güzel sözler söylerse ben de onları tekrar ederek ona olan aşkımı dile getirebilirim diye düşünmüş. Ve cesaretini toplayarak Narkissos’un karşısına çıkmaya karar vermiş.
Narkissos bir gün gezerken bir mağaraya gelmiş ve “Kimse var mı burada?” diye seslenmiş. Bunu duyan Ekho hemen söylediği son kelimeyi tekrarlayarak “Burada.” diye cevap vermiş. Narkissos sesin sahibini merak ederek onu yanına çağırmış.
Ekho, gizlendiği kayalıkların arkasından çıkarak kendini göstermiş. Narkissos, Ekho’nun güzelliği karşısında tepkisiz kalmış ve tıpkı diğer kızlara yaptığı gibi ona da yüz vermemiş.
Bunu gören Ekho üzüntüsünden ne yapacağını bilemez halde oradan uzaklaşmış. Aşkından ne yemek yemiş, ne bir damla su içmiş.
Günleri bu şekilde geçmiş. En sonunda eriyip gitmiş. Kendisinden geriye sadece sesi kalmış. Ne zaman birisi dağlara, taşlara doğru seslense tekrar etmiş. Acısını başkalarının sesiyle dile getirmiş. Kendisini bu hale getiren Narkissos için de “O da benim gibi sevsin ve o da benim gibi kavuşamasın.” diye ah etmiş.
Narkissos bir gün ormanda dolaşırken susamış. Etrafta su aramaya başlamış. Nihayet suyun sesini takip ederek berrak bir pınarın yanına gelmiş. Tam suyu içmek üzere pınara eğildiğinde sudaki yansımasını görmüş.
Kendi güzelliğine o kadar hayran kalmış ki gözlerini yansımasından ayıramamış. Günlerini kendi yansımasına hayran hayran bakarak geçirmiş.
Elini uzatmış dokunamamış, seslenmiş cevap alamamış. Çaresizce kendi yansımasına ulaşmaya çalışmış.
Narsistliğiyle dillere destan olan Narkissos en sonunda kendisine aşık olmuş. Tıpkı Ekho’nun ah ettiği gibi sevmiş ama kavuşamamış. Öyle sevmiş ki kalbi en sonunda aşkına dayanamamış. Yansımasını seyrettiği yerde üzüntüler içinde ölmüş.
Narkissos’u bilen, duyan herkes onu konuşur olmuş. Öldüğünü biliyorlarmış ama cesedini ne bir gören ne de bir duyan varmış.
Merakla yansımasını seyrettiği yere gitmişler. Öldüğü gün tam da yansımasını seyrettiği yerde sapsarı, mis kokulu bir çiçek açmış. Herkes o çiçeği Narkissos bilmiş, öyle seslenmiş.
Daha sonra ise orman tanrıçaları; Narcissos ‘un kendi yansımasını gördüğü su pınarını gözyaşı kavanozuna dönüşmüş olarak bulurlar.
Tanrıçalar pınara neden ağladıklarını sorarlar.
"Narcissos için ağlıyorum" - diye yanıtlamış göl.
"Ne var bunda şaşılacak?" - demiş bunun üzerine orman tanrıçaları.
"Bizler ormanlarda boşu boşuna onun peşinde dolaşır dururduk, ama onun güzelliğini yalnızca sen görebildin yakından."
"Narcissos yakışıklı bir genç miydi?" - diye sormuş göl.
"Bunu senden daha iyi kim bilebilir ki?" - diye karşılık vermiş iyice şaşıran tanrıçalar.
"Hergün senin kıyılarına gelip sularına bakıyordu."
Göl bir süre sessiz kalmış. Sonra şöyle konuşmuş:
"Narcissos için ağlıyorum, ama onun yakışıklı olduğunu hiç fark etmedim ben. Narcissos için ağlıyorum, çünkü sularıma eğildiği zaman, gözlerinin derinliklerinde kendi güzelliğimin yansımasını görebiliyordum."
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Böylece o muhteşem çiçek olan nergis imkansız aşkın, sevip de kavuşamamanın ve kendi ölümüne yol açabilecek kadar güzel olmanın sembolü olmuş.
Elbette zaman zaman narsistliği ima etmek için alanlar olsa da genellikle derin anlamlar içeren bir aşkın elçiliğini yapmıştır. Sözlerin ve gözlerin dile getirmekten çekindiği duyguların bir nebze de olsa tercümanı olmuştur.
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phone wips dump (feat. one time i drew @multi-lefaiye 's CUDAAS ocs and forgot to post the drawings b/c i got nervous) <3
these are from like mid-march until today
[IDs: The first picture is a simple, gray, digital sketch of a fat man in a tank top stirring food in a frying pan on a white background. The drawing is labelled in the upper left corner as "Madden".
The second picture is a similarly sketched fat woman in a tank top and shorts biting a hair tie off her wrist as she holds up a messy bun with her other hand. The drawing is labelled in the upper left corner as "Rea".
The third picture is sketch, similar to the first two pictures, of an uncertain looking fat ghost with long hair. They’re wearing a t-shirt and their legs are an incorporeal, squiggly mist. The upper left corner of the drawing is labelled "Rome".
The fourth picture is the first three pictures attached side-by-side with "Seeing Ghosts" handwritten in cursive overtop of the image in white and grey. There is a grey blur beneath the words, obscuring the sketchs behind it a bit. It is signed, "- Franklin -", in cursive.
The fifth picture is a pair of cleaned up sketches, coloured in grayscale. A bumpy line seperates the two sketches. The left sketch is coloured with a flat medium gray on a light gray background. It is a queen with her hair up in a braided crown in a revealing, off-the-shoulder dress and one arm crossed, the other poised arrogantly in the air, matching her smirking expression. The right sketch is coloured with multiple grays on a white background. It is another sketch of a queen (the same one), wearing a loosely tudor-inspired dress and her hair up in a braided crown. She is looking off to the side blankly. In both sketches, the queen in wearing a crown, large jewel earrings, and a matching large, jeweled necklace. The drawing is labelled "Giselle" in cursive and signed "Frank L.".
The sixth picture is a sketch of a girl with straight-edged hair on a white background surrounded by a pattern made up of spirals of varying sizes. There is a purple to light blue gradient on the spiral pattern from right to left. The sketch and pattern are unfinished.
The seventh picture is sketches of three of multi-lefaiye's CUDAAS ocs: Alekto, Narkissos, and Hekate. Each is labelled with their name (and a heart beside it). Each is sketched in light blue and lightly coloured. On the left (Alekto), there is a guardian with gradiented blue hair and teal cheek markings wearing a white blazer and teal button-up. Their hands are in fists, neatly rested against each other at the knuckles in front of them, and they look hopeful. In the middle (Narkissos), there is a guardian with tied back white hair wearing a white blazer with a teal button-up and blue tie. He was blood on her face and on her white wings; she looks angry. In the bottom right corner (Hekate), there is a wildling with bright red hair and wings wearing a black button-up with rolled up sleeves. They're smoking and look unimpressed.
The eighth picture is a digital drawing with cold, eery lighting. There is an elven boy in the centre of the drawing (and the light) with silvery-white hair, blue eyes, and three red scratched lines running down either cheek, symmetrically. He is wearing a white button-up underneath a blazer with shiny gray lapels and a star-like diamond pinstripe pattern. On the dark background, darker lettering reads: "Know that it makes none of the difference".
The ninth picture is a flat-coloured, lined drawing of a woman in a strawberry dress. She is lounging on three yellow pillows and looks annoyed; her long, wavy blonde hair is fanned out behind her. Her face is propped up on one arm, and she has strawberry earrings (among many other piercings) to match her dress. It is watermarked "yopsocs" faintly in the bottom right corner.
The tenth picture is a gray digital sketch of the ninth picture on a white background. It is watermarked "yopsocs" faintly in the bottom right corner. End IDs.]
#yopsocs#ocs#described#writing the id took fucking an hour wtf#the only one of these i didn't draw with my fingers on my phone was the one of multi-lefaiye's ocs but i coloured it on my phone :)#seeing ghosts is tb introduced later#same with giselle#the elven boy is mirth from camilla marie & co. and the blonde strawberry dress girl is akira <333 my beloved <3
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