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SAGAU-related brainrot knocking around my skull lately: Lady Maria!Creator.
Noble, graceful, remorseful, powerful, melancholy, otherworldly Lady Maria. The Creator isn’t a pure and untouched soul, she’s a scarred and battle-hardened warrior, ridden with guilt. Trauma has made her cold, yet paradoxically gentle.
Teyvat makes lumenflowers blossom everywhere to herald Maria!Creator’s arrival. Big ones, small ones, towering ones, blooming after sundown alongside the glaze lilies. Even in extreme temperatures, the cold, pale flowers make themselves at home. Slotting peacefully into the local ecosystems without becoming invasive. 
The Pari and the Aranara wake up to find lumenwood groves just outside their respective homes. The Melusines become enamored with these new ‘moon blossoms’ sprouting throughout their village, even the parts that are completely underwater. Amurta students and Fontaine researchers scramble over each other to study this new species. Nilou makes M!C a lumenflower crown, and it replaces her hunter’s cap for the day. Nilou gets the first ever hug from the Creator. Suck it, Azar.
Albedo and Sucrose experiment on these new plants immediately. Xiangling is already using it in some strange new recipe, something Chongyun will actually eat for once. Tighnari, Ganyu, and Shenhe take curious bites out of a lumenflower cutting. The taste isn’t unpleasant, just incomparable to anything else in Teyvat.
Inazuma characters, especially Kazuha, are absolutely fascinated by the Rakuyo (and maybe a little jealous). So graceful is M!C with her strange weapon, so easily she wields it on the battlefield. Every blacksmith in Teyvat hears the words ‘trick weapon’ and takes it as a challenge. Many come close, but none can truly replicate the genuine articles. May they never have a true need for beast-slaying weapons.
Imposter AU? With one of Bloodborne’s toughest bosses? Laughable. RIP anyone stupid enough to try. And if there’s a fake Creator pulling the strings? Not after a quick visceral attack, there isn’t. M!C pulls a blood blade to cut down the imposter’s guards (she notices the stars in her blood that weren’t there before) and the imposter receives the most satisfying visceral ever. 
Up to this point M!C put no stock in the ‘god’ thing. All she sees is mad cult, led by a petty and jealous brat on a power trip. But then she sees the stars in her blood, hears the voice of Teyvat itself, puts two and two together and just… laughs hysterically, because this whole situation is patently ridiculous. Byrgenwerth and the Healing Church failed in their quests for ascension, their heinous crimes being all for naught. Now here she is, thrown headfirst into unwanted ‘godhood’ and getting hunted by her supposed worshipers. Oh, how the tables have turned. 
Once people see the cosmos reflected in M!C’s blood, they fall over each other trying to apologize. Since she’s reached negative patience for everyone’s bullshit, she ignores them and fucks off to the Nightmare. After coming into Teyvat, M!C gained the power to enter and exit the Nightmare at will. The Nightmare doesn’t bend to her will, but it doesn’t treat her as an intruder. The Silverbeasts and Winter Lanterns don’t bat an eye at her presence. She’s a true denizen of both the waking world and the world of dreams, now. 
That night, every soul in Teyvat has the same nightmare - the Celestial gods attempting to forcibly summon the Creator, only to have themselves snatched from Celestia and dragged into a hostile, eldritch world of unfamiliar mish-mashed environments. At every turn, it is full of nightmarish creatures out for their blood. One by one, all but a select portion of Celestials become beast food, with M!C protecting the final ones herself.
Celestia, responsible for planting the fake Creator, falls from the sky the next day, its grand architecture reduced to mere rubble that rains from the heavens. Found amongst these ruins are the mangled, blood-drained and half-eaten bodies of Celestial gods. Spears made of blood impale many of the bodies, spears that seem to have sprouted from inside the flesh. Those that still have intact faces bear identical looks of horror. They find The Sustainer of Heavenly Principles in literal pieces - crushed and torn apart by hands that must have been the size of a grown man.
New stars and constellations appear in the night sky, as the illusion created by Celestia slowly fades. The curse placed on the people of Khaenriah gradually dissipates as well - the hillichurl tribes withdraw from the world, content to leave it alone. Every day, the curse lifts a little more from the people of Khaenriah; one day, Dainslief, Pierro and all the rest will finally be able to die. 
In Celestia’s place rises a second moon - a snow-white harvest moon, always full, large and visible even when clouds blanket the sky.
The Archons try to follow M!C into the Nightmare, but like Celestia, they get their shit wrecked by the denizens of the Frontier. The Archons don’t die for real, they’re just permanently cut off from the Nightmare. It takes Nahida, with dream powers of her own + Traveler and Wanderer in tow, to reach M!C and convince her to give the people of Teyvat a second chance. Nahida succeeds because she has the sense to treat M!C as a person, not some untouchable idol.
Sumeru is warm and welcoming, nothing like Yharnam or Cainhurst. M!C has fond memories from her time as a Byrgenwerth scholar, and the Akademiya feels like home. Sumeru becomes M!C’s preferred nation by default, to the pride of the locals and the despair of everyone else.
M!C has trouble wrapping her head around how mundane Teyvat’s supposed ‘gods’ are. Elemental powers or not, these Archons are too human to be divine; the only divinity M!C knows is eldritch, alien, far beyond mortal comprehension. The Traveler is fractionally closer to true godhood than any Archon. But then, just as the Great Ones were beyond human comprehension, so too are humans beyond the understanding of the Great Ones - perhaps it’s better for humans to have human gods.
Speaking of gods, M!C and Nahida bond over their dream-related powers. If this is before the climax of the Sumeru quest line, the Akademiya gets real quiet, especially when M!C publicly points out how asinine their logic is (she was closely associated with Byrgenwerth and Laurence, she knows their kind all too well). For all of his failures, all the disastrous consequences, Vicar Laurence at least had genuinely good intentions; these fools only care about themselves and preserving their own power. Scaramouche, Azar, the traitorous Sages - selfish, ignorant children all, meddling with forces they only pretend to understand. Crushing them herself is merciful compared to the other outcomes.
Through tactical manipulation of dream worlds, M!C busts Nahida out of baby jail long before Traveler and co. have to, and the Akademiya goes into panic mode because the Creator herself is coming for them. Traveler and co.’s plans turn instead to finding the hidden laboratory under Sumeru City - the combined power of dreams horrifically distorts the battlefield around the Shouki no Kami, even after his defeat. M!C doesn’t kill Azar after the fact, but she doesn’t let him go into exile empty-handed... because she cuts off his hands. Cyno is too unsettled to laugh.
Scaramouche resents her for her part in ruining his apotheosis (and because the Creator didn’t do shit for him in his tragically long life) but as the Wanderer, he and M!C bond over a shared disgust for the Second Fatui Harbinger.
And speaking of the Fatui... Well, they try to recruit her to the cause, and she has this to say:
“I’ll not serve your organization while any part of Dottore yet lives. For too many years, I stood by and did nothing while so-called ‘doctors’ brutalized the innocent and vulnerable for their supposed research, their dreams of godhood and divine revelation. Never again. If your leaders possess a shred of self-preservation between themselves, then perish the thought this instant.”
Fatui agent(s): ...
They don’t give up, of course. The less friendly ‘recruiters’ get sent back to Snezhnaya in pieces. The only Fatuus M!C tolerates is Tartaglia, because aside from being the Traveler’s friend, he’s a decent punching bag/sparring partner. She finds his Foul Legacy transformation cute, like a kitten baring its teeth at a lion.
Related idea: M!C meets Dottore’s remaining segment, and after everything she’s heard (let’s say from Collei and Wanderer, maybe Nahida too) she barely lets him get two words in before cutting his head clean off. Will this affect Dottore in the long run? Probably not. Does it make her feel better? Yes, actually. Collei certainly isn’t upset by the news. Wanderer is, only because he feels M!C was too merciful. She lets him dismember the segment so they can stuff it in a box and send it back to the Doctor as a warning.
If a scourge of beasts were to descend on Teyvat, probably because of Dottore M!C would lead the defense. This is not a war that mortals alone can fight, she insists. By her orders, every available god (herself included), adeptus, dragon, and most of the older allogenes are on the front lines, staving off the worst of the horde. Pyro users are in high demand, for the beasts fear them the most. In lieu of blood ministration, the various healers of Teyvat are working ‘round-the-clock. An entirely new crop of Vision-wielding healers spring up, because Teyvat’s top god herself unconsciously wills them into existence. Because M!C would never make use of the Old Blood, not after seeing and experiencing its effects firsthand. The burden of being a capital-H Hunter, the sweet, intoxicating call of blood - M!C remembers Byrgenwerth’s sacred adage, and she has learned from the mistakes of Vicar Laurence. Yharnam was merely the latest in a cycle of destruction, all because of the Old Blood. She will not doom Teyvat to suffer the same fate.
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goryhorroor · 2 years
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asian girls in horror
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sunjinjo · 3 months
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Feast your eyes on this absolutely gorgeous (and delightfully sadistic) new ✨fanart✨ from Lumier for Splendorous Skies, drawn alongside me writing the newest chapter!
Sometimes to go forward on your quest, you need to get yourself a little shattered. Or maybe those guiding you don't have the best of plans, even though they know the way so well...?
Chapter 12: Dahri
The Wanderer and his Pari companion follow the leader of the Skeptics to the final Great Song of Khvarena.
Sorush pointed a wing at his fallen form, the pulse of his Vision so slow and subdued. “Carry him, Vijnanapati. The Bloomguard commands you.” The Skeptic bowed at once. “As you say, Lady Sorush.” He crouched down, carefully slipping his hands around Kintsugi’s waist and knees, scooping him up against his chest until the puppet’s head lolled to rest against him. His eyebrows rose minutely. “…Sosi was right. He is very light.” “He will not be a burden,” Sorush nodded, unable to banish the urgency from her voice. “Let us depart.”
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shrimpoe · 6 months
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pariston ssri arc
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srkgirlblogger · 7 months
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girlies of indian horror pt. 2 (part 1)
shraddha kapoor in stree//jasmine in veerana//anushka sharma in pari//remya nambeesan in pizza//bipasha basu in raaz// Pooja bhatt in junoon//madhubala in mahal//jyothika in chandramukhi//urmila matondkar in kaun?
🕸️💞🕸️💞🕸️~happy october~ 🕸️💞🕸️💞🕸️
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greyallison · 2 months
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Sketches from my new Pathfinder 2e campaign, GMed by @hyperionwitch! 🖤
I am playing Pari, the catfolk girl who bought a hat. Handsome boy Sebastian and his chaos rooster, Bede belong to @elliscomics, fashion warpriest Zynah belongs to @tasty-patches.
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belderchal · 21 days
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askthewhiteboard · 1 year
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Sumeru creatures in a nutshell:
Aranara: Hey, you seem nice, let’s be friends!
Pari: We are smarter than you, but we’ll help you anyway!
Jinni: Fuck You *calls you racist slurs*
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i-am-kind-of-lost · 8 months
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BRO
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I WISH I COULD CALL YOU? SO MUCH SHIT HAS GONE DOWN AND I CAN'T EVEN SEND YOU VOICE MESSAGES 😭😭😭😭
maybe I'll re-download Instagram idk
HELLOO.
What's up?
so many caps lock.
Are you okay?
is this an excited thing or a sad thing?
tell karo
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squeak-art · 1 year
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TimeTrip Referential Doodles 2; Secondary Cast
Joronia & Taranza - Adeleine & Ribbon - Gooey - Haltmann & Susie - Dragon Keeper Pari - Halberd Crew - Escargoon - Mage Sisters
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erinsanerd · 7 months
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If it ain’t me
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hadikaesque · 6 months
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Iga and Hubi is so getting the Paris 2024 doubles gold.
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sunjinjo · 3 months
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Lumier just gifted me this gorgeous fanart for Splendorous Skies and granted me permission to post it here as well because her art deserves all the attention 🥰🥰🥰 Go visit her insta, it's full of all the Scaramouche you could ever want and more! :D
Aah I'm so happy I just cannot stop staring at it :"D
After traveling with Sorush for a while and snarking the hell out of eachother the whole time, Wanderer eventually sewed her a little plush sunyata flower out of his own robes - totally not because she had a low moment and he's grown a little fond of her, of course. Sorush has no pockets, so whenever she wants to cuddle it, she's at his mercy. :P
“…Even so,” Sorush eventually spoke up, and Kintsugi blinked open one eye, glancing up at her with a slight smirk. “Yeah?” “…Present me my item, Yasnapati.” “Which item would that be?” “The item you gifted me.” She turned to him fully, eyes impatient, wings gesturing irately. “Do not dally needlessly, you know very well of what I speak.” He dug into his pocket. “You mean this?” He waggled the little cloth sunyata flower at her, grinning wider as she snatched it from his hand and cuddled it to her chest. “Thought so,” he chuckled. “Even the mighty Sorush needs comfort, hm?”
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shrimpoe · 4 months
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chararefs be upon you... #DOLLHOUSE
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(Closed starter for @the-expatriate)
Arkyn had never been kidnapped, but there was a first time for everything. It wasn’t the blow to the back of the head that knocked him out, though it certainly disoriented him. It was whatever was inside that needle his assailants jabbed him with. Arkyn had done all he could he could to fight back, but the last thing he remembered was shoving the man who jabbed him away before his legs gave out.
Speaking of legs, he could feel some form of binding around them now that he was slowly regaining consciousness. Groggy and in pain, he tried to reach for his pounding head only to find his hands were similarly bound in place. Arkyn could feel his breath reflecting off the burlap sack over his head, blinding him to his surroundings. Why he was kidnapped was anyone's guess. To the best of his knowledge, Arkyn hadn't offended anyone drastically enough to deserve this treatment. Nobody who was still alive at least. And yet here he was.
The man took a moment to feel his extremities before he turned his attention to listening. He focused, trying to sense if he was alone or not, and if not, how many other people there were. It took a few moments, but he eventually detected breathing. By his guess, one other person. And they sounded close. Arkyn opened his mouth to speak, finding it rather parched and dry.
“Hello?” he said, interrupting himself with a small coughing fit. "Who's there?"
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crownedinmarigolds · 10 months
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"Parvati," the Hierophant's Wife. The oldest character in our Vampire the Masquerade canon! She's a Ravnos, but is deeply involved in the Setites/Ministry. Quiet, fierce, beautiful, a tiger in the guise of a woman.
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