Tumgik
#then came the dawn
Then Came The Dawn Pt 1
Tumblr media
For a brief moment the chill of the water felt pleasant, salve against the heat of your wounds. It took not even a full second for the pain to come as your body registered the saltiness of the water that was against your injuries. It burned, burned at your very soul.
The surface began to slip further and further away, as your body instinctively struggled against the ropes binding you, desperate to survive. Yet despite the panic of your movements, your thoughts were drastically different.
It was… quiet.
You no longer had the strength to fight anymore. You were ready for your death at this point. You welcomed it. After so long running and struggling to make it just one more day, you were at the end of it all.
It was peaceful.
It was liberating.
‘Perhaps when I close my eyes, I’ll be home again.’
Your lungs screamed for air, your limbs felt like they weighed as heavy as stone. The edges of your vision began to darken as you sank deeper and deeper, the sunlight of the surface looking so close, yet being so out of reach. The black overtook your view, but not before a faint blue glow lit your fading view.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
‘Do not fear Your Grace. I am here.’
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You awoke with a gasp, eyes snapping open and trying to gulp down precious oxygen as if it were going to disappear. Coughs wracked your body as seawater was forced from your lungs, the salt burning and searing as you sputtered. Finally you manage to breathe, the sweet sweet oxygen you’d been so desperate for cooling the salt induced burning of your throat.
‘That’s it, I’m never taking air for granted again. Thank you plants for your dutiful provisions of oxygen.’
Finally you managed to slow your racing heart, opting to take in your surroundings. You were in a bedroom, having been placed on the room’s well, bed. You internally cringe as you realize that you’ve gotten the furniture wet with all of you whole ‘trying to not drown’ stuff. Honestly after months on the run, being in a building was already strange, but being on a bed? That was a luxury you’d long since gotten used to not having. There tends to be a lack of furniture out in the wilderness. You continue to observe your surroundings. The room was a deep navy blue in color, sapphires adorning a silver chandelier that lent the room a soft light. All in all, it was exsquisite, and far too refined to line up with anything remotely akin to your recent standards. You noticed a window and stumbled your way towards it, glad to no longer be bound, even if you’d developed a bad case of rope burn. Your eyes widened in shock at the sight of the outside.
Water.
No, not just water, the ocean. The ocean floor.
You were under the sea.
There was a wall of water a few yards from the window, as if the building you currently were in was shielded from the ocean encroaching any further by an invisible dome. One thing was abundantly clear, whatever had happened after you had lost consciousness, something had saved you, and brought you to this place. Yet who? You would have seen if someone had dived into the water after you, and there had been no one other than you. As you watched a small crab experimentally touch the wall of water before darting through it into the sea, you pondered what could have occurred.
“I am relived to see you awake Your Grace.”
You whirled around, eyes wide and muscles tensed, having learned from the months you’d been hunted to except to be slain at any moment. The figure was unfamiliar, something that stunned you, but their gentle smile was conforming, and you found the tension in your body lessening.
“You need not fear me. I would never wish to harm you, my Guide.”
The stranger was a male, and a tall one at that, with long blue hair that cascaded behind him like a waterfall. A blue teardrop shaped gem was below his neck, which combined with the sight of several small horns that were atop his head, made it clear that whoever he was, he was not a human. It would have been funny if you weren’t so jaded nowadays, that you feared this man less than you would fear a normal human being. Your eyes dart around awkwardly, as you began to realize you’d no idea how to truly hold a conversation anymore. Sure communication had never been a priority to you, but that skill set had quickly been cast aside in favor of survival skills once people made it clear they wanted you dead. You cough a bit awkwardly, unsure how to answer, but the man seems to understand your unspoken distress. His voice was deep, yet it was filled with a gentleness that made it far from intimidating.
“Please, do not feel pressured to converse if you are not comfortable with doing so. You have been through a lot as of late after all. All I ask is that you inform me if you need anything. Your recovery is my top priority Your Grace.”
There was that title again. ‘Your Grace’. You recall several people having called that thing wearing your face by that title, but you? That was new.
“Why are you calling me that? I’m not anyone special or anything. I’m just a normal person! I still don’t even know what’s going on! I never asked for anything from anyone! This was all just a huge mistake!”
The emotions you had blocked off for so long began to bleed into your voice, tears gathering in your eyes as your mind conjured vivid memories of the pain and suffering that you had been put through since your arrival. You hiccuped as you tried to hold back your cries, though you knew well it was a losing battle. You slid down to the floor, muffled sobs wracking your battered form.
A warm embrace picked you up and carried you to the bed, the touch holding a softness that you had been denied for many long months. Instinctively you clung to the man, desperate for some sort of comfort, some sort of reassurance. He gave it to you silently, uncaring of the fact that your tears stained his clothes. When your sobs slowly taper off, he speaks once again, though this time you can hear the emotion in his words clear as day.
“You are correct. This was indeed a mistake. However, it is not a mistake that you have made. This lies on the shoulders of those who refused to accept what stood before them, and whom brandished their weapons against you by order of a mimicry of your visage. The fault lies on them, and them alone, for you have shown them only mercy; mercy that they refused.”
You began to tear up again, unable to properly process the fact that you were being treated with kindness after so long of being despised. You knew you should be cautious of this man, of this stranger; but you couldn’t help but take solace in his reassurances.
“All of Teyvat cries out for you dearest Guide. It reaches out to you, bleeds for you, and yearns to see you safe. Though many of Teyvat’s people have forgotten your presence, have foolishly followed the cruel rule of a tyrant; Teyvat has not. It has not forgotten you. You are unmistakable. The leylines of this world run cold at your tears, and at your pain the very elements weep. You are what Teyvat exists for. It would not, it cannot, desert you.”
The man’s arms wrap around your trembling form with an unmistakable affection you’d been longing for without even realizing. A mix of emotions flowed over you at the sensation of being held so gently, happiness, comfort, longing, all mixed into one indecipherable jumbled mess.
“Teyvat would tear itself apart if you wished it, Your Grace, for it exists for you and you alone. You have been made to bear a burden never meant for you, and for that, Teyvat grieves. It has done all it can to protect you. And as one of the beings whom can still hear it’s pleas, it is my duty to protect you where it cannot.”
“I vow to you my Guide, I will serve you until my end. I pledge this to you with all that I am.”
“I, Osial, Overlord of the Vortex, am yours to command, oh beloved creator.”
AN: YEAH THATS RIGHT BABY ITS THE DANGER SNEK HIMSELF. BET YOU DIDNT SEE THAT COMIN! Okay but before you accuse me of simping over this snake, I’d like to clarify, I’ve been interested in the lore we get about Osial for a while now. And then when I stumbled onto @Ruu_GI’s human version of Osial, I was immediately inspired to write for him. Do I simp for him? No. I’m too busy being a Rubedo simp to simp for Osial. But do I want to write for him? yes.
Tumblr media
Anyways, here’s Ruu_GI’s Osial concept! I would link to their Twitter but it’s labeled 18+ and this is not an 18+ blog sooooo oof. If you’re of age then go check them out!
Taglist: @nicebonescomrade @bamboowritess @numwoon44 @dunno-why-im-here-either @unknownperson-is-not-known @alvedrea @samarill @emperatris-rinaka @eccedentesiast-sapphic @rizakari @nookiesposts @imaginewriting @sectionmoment
1K notes · View notes
firelise · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Cinematic parallels - "F*ck them kids!"
Twilight Breaking Dawn Part II (2012) Insecure (2016-2021) Killing Eve (2018-2022)
922 notes · View notes
wzardjellies · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Just got done w/ revenge on my rewatch and I have an au going on in my head where Jo gets a more developed character arc and dawn gets further in the competition bc they form an alliance lesbianism ensues (they make each other worse/better)
475 notes · View notes
artist-rat · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
i’ve never listened/watched critical role but my best friend does and sometimes talks to me about it. i asked them for some characters to draw (from any campaign) :p
2K notes · View notes
hanafubukki · 2 months
Text
Thinking about how for all that he is worshipped, Malleus is invisible.
No one sees him.
Always seen on the surface level but never deeply.
Always talked about but never talked to.
Always alone.
Lilia has once said he didn't want Malleus to become the hero of a fairy tale.
But that's exactly what he has become, the hero of his people.
The figure head.
In this way, he's not so different from the Knight of Dawn is he?
Only known by name and title, but not the person.
186 notes · View notes
feelingtheaster99 · 5 days
Text
The HORRIBLE beat of silence when Kipperlilly kills Buddy… just the whole table with their jaws dropped, all in this terrible sense of grief and surprise
140 notes · View notes
bafflecks · 4 months
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
154 notes · View notes
quiche-draws · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
Commission for @beyondbendingsky for Aloy in her Marshal AU outfit! Had a lot of fun putting together her armor based on the reference material she gave me 😁
PLEASE DO NOT REPOST! REBLOG ONLY!
155 notes · View notes
alterigo06 · 3 days
Text
Tumblr media
“The red dragon will return at dawn.”
64 notes · View notes
dawnslight-aegis · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
the rosy-fingered touch of dawn.
155 notes · View notes
nonpoppie · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
kaeyavember day 3: maid kae (+ adelinde)
1K notes · View notes
Then Came The Dawn Pt. 3
Tumblr media
Ever since the execution of the ‘imposter’ Ajax had not used his Vision. When he fought, he did so using only his Delusion. If asked why, he would have given a rather blunt answer. “If Celestia cannot be bother to intervene on behalf of the Creator; I want nothing to do with them or their gaze. I’ve no desire for a gift from gods who stand by while something so catastrophic occurrs. They can have their Vision back for all I care.”
The Fatui were a rather efficient force. However, there were some things that even they struggled to carry through. Which is why four whole weeks after Tartaglia sent out his subordinates to search Guyun Stone Forest; they finally had returned with news. The harbinger had wasted no time, setting out for the cluster of islets immediately.
Upon drawing near to them, the Sigil of Protection began to respond, a sort of invisible tugging urging him forward. He reached what seemed to be a plain and featureless wall of rock, but suddenly the talisman flew from his hand, floating in front of the wall, glowing brighter and brighter.
Childe’s eyes widened slightly as the wall seemed to melt into thin air, revealing a passageway behind it. Shaking off his surprise, he grabbed the now dull sigil and entered.
If his instincts were correct; Osial would know what happened to the so called “imposter”.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You were a bit surprised at how much of a conversationalist the overlord was, but the surprise was soon to give way to appreciation. He was happy to talk about anything and everything with you, from the mundane affairs of your life before waking up in Teyvat, to your slime companions you’d made on the run. You miss them dearly. In return he told you of times before the archon war, lore you’d never heard before coming straight from something who witnessed it transpire.
While on your journey of trying not to get murdered, you’d grown to not talk very much. In fact, it was your capture that brought the first words out of you in months; resigned words of disappointment aimed at the characters you’d once loved. You hadn’t been merciful with them, each statement had been crafted to cut deeply; each one aimed directly at their most sensitive areas.
“Guizhong would be disappointed.”
“So much for your ‘new age’ Kequing.”
“And here you claim to be a pacifist. Lying doesn’t make you look good Ganyu.”
“Judging someone for their appearance is rather hypocritical of you Xinyan.”
“I see your concept of chivalry is as fake as your pen name Xingqiu.”
“All the mora in the world won’t make you a better person Ningguang.”
“Did the other Yaksha murder people too, or is that just your personal habit Alatus?”
“You should get those red strings looked at Shenhe: they don’t seem to be working.”
“Last time I checked, a person who truly pursued justice wouldn’t go along with a witch hunt Yanfei.”
All of Liyue had been there, and you’d made sure to hit each and every one of the vision holders with your blades of harsh words.
Your words had been cruel, and you knew it. Occasionally you regretted them, but then the memory of what you’d gone through, of what they put you through, would come to the front of your mind and the guilt would wither and die on the spot.
Regardless, it was rare for you to speak after what you went for, and you appreciated Osial filling the silence.
While on the run you had loved silence. Silence meant peace: silence meant a moment of respite.
Now though, now that you no longer had the shadow of death lingering over you at every moment, the silence gave your mind ample time to reflect on your woes.
But Osial seemed to understand, as he gladly kept you company, and his companionship kept the demons in your mind at bay. It was only in his presence that you felt safe enough that you could fall asleep, and he would remain with you while you rested, there for you should the trauma of the hunt torment you with nightmares. Osial was always nearby when you awoke.
Which is why your heart was currently pounding loudly. You’d woken up, but he wasn’t here with you. You begin to frantically search for the overlord, only to freeze when you hear Osial seemingly speaking to someone. You know you should confront the situation head on, but you couldn’t work up the courage to do it. Interacting with someone aside from Osial isn’t something you think your ready for yet, and so you opt to stay hidden in the shadows.
“I cannot tell if you are simply a fool, or overly courageous. Walking into a god’s domain never ends well for mortals, so let’s get to the point immediately here. Who are you, and why have you sought me out?”
“Their Grace, you saved them right? They’re okay, right?”
Osial’s voice turns guarded and tense at the others words.
“And if I did? What does it matter to one of the mortals who forsook them?”
The seabed trembles ever so slightly, and the overlords voice hardens. If you likened his usual tone to a gentle current; this would be a raging maelstrom in contrast.
“If you have come to harm them further, I recommend you turn around and leave before I strike you down personally.”
The reply you hear is a familiar voice, but it takes a moment for you to place it. You cautiously peek into the room where the two are speaking, and sure enough, it’s exactly who you’d thought.
“…A-Ajax…?”
Both the god and the harbinger freeze before turning to face you. Osial visibly calms down at the sight of you alive and well, while Childe on the other hand takes you by surprise. There’s practically tears of relief in his eyes, and before you can even truly process that information, he kneels in front of you.
“Your Grace I’m so relieved to see you are safe.”
“H-Huh?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The explanation that the ginger provided certainly helped you make sense of things, but that left you with a choice. A choice which in all honesty, you weren’t sure you’d be able to make. You had no shortage of options, but you didn’t know which was the truly “right” answer, and that’s assuming there was a right answer at all.
You could remain with Osial here in this small haven of peace you’d managed to find.
You and Osial could leave with the harbinger, and work with the Tsarita to overthrow both your mimic and Celestia, though a run-in with Morax would be certain; there’s no way he wouldn’t notice Osial being outside of the seal.
Or you could lash back at Liyue for the suffering it’s people caused you; paying back their cruelty with destruction.
While a small part of you wanted to pursue vengeance, to make them pay, you couldn’t find the resolve too. You were just so tired of the fighting. So tired of chaos. You just wanted to rest. There had already been enough bloodshed. You didn’t want any more.
The thought of staying here was a comforting one. Hiding away from the cruel world that had deserted you had been blissful so far, and you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to give it up.
But…
That thing…
It was still wearing your face, speaking with your voice, going by your name.
The fact alone made you feel nauseous. You weren’t like them, not an abusive tyrant like you’d seen them be; yet they sullied your name, your identity; with their acts.
No, you didn’t want vengeance on Liyue.
You wanted vengeance on the accused creature that had ordered your death, and it alone.
“……Alright. When should we leave then?”
“[Name] are you certain you wish to do this? Once we leave this place, you will be in danger again.”
“I know. But I can’t just let that thing hurt people, especially not while hiding behind my identity.”
“…If you are certain, then I will not oppose. I pledged my service to you, and whilst I may not be as strong as I once was, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe [Name].”
Taglist: @nicebonescomrade @dunno-why-im-here-either @alvedrea @numwoon44 @samarill @imaginewriting @nookiesposts @genshrineimpact @bamboowritess @rizakari @eccedentesiast-sapphic @emperatris-rinaka @deathkat657 @sectionmoment @unknownperson-is-not-known
Wanna be on the Taglist? Just lemme know and I’ll add ya!
980 notes · View notes
kelsochronicles · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Officially the most ridiculous brain rot moment I’ve ever had. Guerrilla had to go and reveal this unexpected surprise and it immediately took me hostage. I’m gonna have to do the other characters aren’t I?
Fear the Duckloy 🦆🏹
159 notes · View notes
sehiriti · 2 years
Text
i have yet to find a more iconic and insane line than 'understand the palm of my hand, bitch' in the quarry, but 'herd of bears?' 'yeah i heard of bears' is really close ngl
2K notes · View notes
kingofmyborrowedheart · 11 months
Text
I trust the swiffers on here to know how to burn and upload “You’re Losing Me.”
184 notes · View notes
goatpunches · 9 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I wanted to pay a little tribute to one of my favorite video games of all time :')
You can also grab a PDF of this on my itch.io for just $1!
44 notes · View notes