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lilias42 · 11 months

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On se remet au dessin en faisant la tête de Pyrkaïa !

Bon ! Je m'étais dis que j'essayerais de me remettre au dessin alors, j'ai dessiné Pyrkaïa, l'ancêtre de Catherine, dite la Flamme Passionnée et Brave liée au feu ! Son inspiration est surtout à trouver dans la période grecque et la cité de Sparte / Lacédémone.

Bon, déjà, Pyrkaïa est très musclée ! C'est une sorcière qui s'entraine tous les jours à manier le feu et la chaleur, ainsi qu'une forgeronne qui manie le marteau toute la journée dans des ateliers où il fait très chaud (mais c'est pas elle qui va être gêner par la température) et qui sait se battre pour mener une bataille à elle toute seule à mains nues alors, elle a du muscle Déesse !

En plus, elle est vraiment très grande. Catherine est déjà la plus grande femme jouable du jeu avec son 1m75 mais, elle est limite petite à côté de Pyrkaïa qui fait tout de même 1m90 (ma fanon des Charon, c'est que toutes les femmes de la famille soit très grande, même si c'est souvent moins le cas chez les hommes). Elle est aussi grande qu'Hanneman, Raphaël ou Lambert et dépasse même beaucoup de ses contemporains, ce qui l'aide à obliger les hommes à l'écouter, vu que de toute façon, elle est plus grande et plus forte qu'eux donc, on ne peut pas la faire taire par la force.

Et voici comment elle aime s'habiller quand on ne lui dit rien et qu'on ne lui casse pas les pieds. Sa tenue est composé d'un chiton arrivant à ses genoux qui la laisse libre de ses mouvements, avec très peu d'accessoires ou de fibule pour le tenir mais là, la raison est assez simple : c'est que quand elle utilise ses pouvoirs et sa sorcellerie, elle s'enflamme et la température de son corps augmente beaucoup alors, elle fait fondre à peu près n'importe quoi. C'est aussi la raison pour laquelle, elle se bat toujours à mains nues, elle fait fondre ses armes alors, elle trouve que c'est du métal gâché. Elle préfère donc coudre certains pans de ses vêtements (ça peut arriver avec les vêtements grecques, surtout sur la fin) ou les attacher avec des nœuds, plutôt que de les accrocher avec des fibules qu'elles feraient de toute façon fondre.

Au début, elle était obligée de se couper les cheveux afin de les tisser, pour se refaire des habits qui supportent la chaleur qu'elle dégage quand elle se bat (ou juste s'énerve quand elle était jeune et qu'elle maitrisait encore un peu mal ses pouvoirs, et même sur la fin de sa vie, son contact devient vraiment brûlant dès qu'elle se prépare au combat). L'étoffe qu'elle porte ici par contre est un cadeau de son mari, un nabatéen qui est arrivé à fabriquer avec l'aide du dragon des flammes (celui qui a l'emblème de Daphnel) un tissu qui supporte les températures extrêmes. C'est pour ça que le motif sur le bas de sa tunique est le même que celui que porte Sothis, Rhéa, Seteth et Byleth, c'est l'étoile céruléenne telle que la représente les nabatéens.

Cela lui a aussi permis de garder ces cheveux très longs comme tous les sorciers car à cette époque, ils pensaient que la magie était stocké dans le corps (ce qui est vrai à Fodlan) alors, plus on aurait les cheveux longs, plus on aurait de place pour la stocker. Elle met donc la grosse majorité de ses cheveux en chignon avec une partie qui retombe dans son dos.

Son chiton est un peu particulier car, l'étoffe est en fait plus longue qu'elle en a l'air, assez pour faire un péplos (la tunique féminine grecque pour faire vite) et dans ces cas-là, elle ressemble plus à ça :

(en bas à droite, vous avez à peu près l'échelle de taille entre - de droite à gauche - Pyrkaïa, Catherine et Shamir [Pyrkaïa rencontre la femme de sa petite-fille en parlant épée ^^])

La jupe est alors bien plus longue et tombe jusqu'à ses pieds ou un peu plus haut étant donné que c'est tout de même une étoffe principalement drapée alors, c'est assez facile pour elle de l'ajuster. Dans le premier dessin, sa jupe est relevé très haute, d'où la sorte de volant / côté bouffant qui est accroché sur ses hanches avec une première ceinture, puis maintenu près du corps avec une seconde ceinture. C'est pour ça qu'elle en porte deux même en péplos, ça lui permet d'ajuster rapidement ses habits en cas de besoin. Le pan de tissu sur sa tête lui sert à se protéger du soleil d'Almyra, étant donné qu'elle est née là-bas avant qu'une partie de sa cité migre en Fodlan afin de trouver de meilleures terres pour nourrir tout le monde. Elle laisse toujours deux mèches de cheveux s'en échapper, simplement parce qu'elle aime bien et ça permet de montrer sa chevelure blonde assez rare en Almyra, tout comme ses yeux bleux qui vont bien avec son teint assez sombre (elle a la couleur de peau de Cyril, et ça passe pour ses cheveux blonds vu que c'est rare mais, on a tout de même des femmes blondes en Grèce, c'est juste plus rare)

Si elle n'est pas tout le temps en chiton, c'est moins parce qu'elle aime aussi porter un péplos que parce qu'elle veut être tranquille dans sa vie de tous les jours. C'est une périèque (soit des libres sans être citoyen) vivant dans l'équivalent de Lacédémone puis une de ses colonies une fois arrivé en Fodlan donc, ça aurait pu être pire, c'est pas une hilote (donc une esclave avec un statut assez particulier car, Sparte est assez particulière au milieu des cités grecques, j'y reviendrais dans son billet) mais son principal problème qui va la suivre toute son existence longue d'environ 800 ans, c'est que c'est une femme dans une cité grecque. Elle n'a donc pas de statut autre que celui de mineur soumise à son père, puis à son mari (et à la cité si vraiment elle a plus personne). Bon, vu le caractère très volontaire, déterminé et fort qu'elle a - elle ne s'est pas tournée vers la maitrise du feu pour rien), c'est pas elle qui va faire la femme parfaite qui reste gentiment dans le gynécée à s'occuper de l'économie domestique et de la famille (surtout que n'étant pas fille de citoyen, elle n'a pas accès à l'éducation qu'on réserve aux femmes spartiates qui est très musclée pour qu'elles fassent des citoyens forts, même si étant fille d'artisan, son père tenant à elle et qu'il a vite remarqué que sa fille ira loin, elle a eu une bonne éducation, rien que pour avoir un bon mariage) elle va vite envoyer ça sur les roses, même si ça va être un combat permanent afin qu'on la respecte. Elle continue à porter un péplos dans la vie de tous les jours afin de ne pas devoir se justifier à chaque coin de rue. Etant donné que cela ne la gêne pas et que ses vêtements restent solides et mis de manière pratique, ça ne la gêne pas, même si elle a dû se battre pour avoir le droit de porter sa tunique comme les hommes.

Pour ses fiertés, il s'agit de vaisseaux qui traversent tout son corps mais, ça fait comme si elle était craquelé, un peu comme j'ai essayé de le dessiner en haut à droite du deuxième dessin. ça fait vraiment une peau assez épaisse et dure (limite pierreuse à l'aspect) qui est séparé par des veines assez sombre quand elle n'utilise pas sa magie mais, qui se mettent à briller et surtout brûler quand elle commence à l'utiliser ou à s'énerver. ça la rend assez résistante à des coups d'épée vu que sa peau est solide et que de toute façon, elle dégage une telle chaleur qu'elle va surement faire fondre la lame de métal ou réduire le bois en cendre dès qu'on l'attaque. Elle a aussi ses orbes où sa magie se concentre et qui sont également extrêmement chaud. C'est de là que partent ses flammes quand elle attaque ou se défend, ou alors quand elle entoure son corps de flammes pour impressionner son adversaire. Elle ne se voie pas très bien ici mais, son oeil gauche est très souvent enflammé en permanence, même si elle peut l'éteindre au besoin.

Son autre fierté la plus importante est son sang qui est très chaud en permanence et qui ressemble plus à de la lave à la fin de sa vie. Faites vous toucher par une seule goutte de son sang, et vous serez brûlé au dernier degré, si elle ne s'en sert pas pour vous enflammer au combat. Pyrkaïa le fait rarement mais, elle peut faire tomber quelques gouttes de ses blessures sur le sol, histoire de montrer de quoi son sang est capable et prévenir son adversaire que si elle s'énerve, il n'a aucune chance de s'en ressortir sans séquelles alors, il ferait mieux de s'enfuir. Elle peut être très dure et ne machera pas ses mots mais, elle préfère éviter devoir finir par tuer quelqu'un alors qu'elle aurait pu trouver d'autres solutions. Pendant sa longue vie, elle a vu que c'est souvent quelque chose qui empire la situation plutôt que l'améliorer alors, elle évite un maximum de devoir en arriver à tuer quelqu'un, surtout avec sa sorcellerie où si elle ne tue pas, laisse gravement brûlé et handicapé à vie donc, Pyrkaïa est très prudente avec son utilisation et se contente souvent de sa force et de son endurance surhumaine pour se battre.

En fait, elle est une personne qui détesterait Lonato de toute son âme et n'aurait aucun problème à le défoncer quand il attaque GM : il prend la décision pour tout le monde sans consulter son peuple, les emporte dans sa décision stupide et les fait tuer stupidement en faisant souffrir ceux qu'ils croisent car LUI était en colère. Elle le traiterait surement de connard irresponsable, surtout qu'étant grecque, elle hallucinerait de voir qu'une seule personne peut décider pour tout un peuple sans passer par le vote, qui n'est même pas élu et verrait cette situation comme une tyrannie bonne qu'à être renversée, surtout que les rois de Lacédémone sont extrêmement contrôlés et ont encadré par les lois de la cité et peuvent être puni s'ils se comporte mal, c'est qu'en expédition militaire qu'ils ont beaucoup de pouvoir (ils sont même deux issus de deux familles différentes à Sparte, comme ça, ils se tirent dans les pattes et c'est les éphores et la gérousia qui dirigent la cité en période de paix)... et Déesse, ce serait vraiment la galère autant pour Lonato que pour GM si elle atterrissait en plein milieu de la mission contre lui ! D'un côté, elle serait un excellent élément pour arrêter Lonato vu que comme côté GM, c'est surtout des mineurs et qu'elle sent que Catherine est de sa famille, elle irait se battre pour les protéger mais de l'autre, elle n'aurait aucun état d'âme à affronter des civils, vu que quand c'est la guerre dans le monde grec, c'est les citoyens qui vont défendre la cité selon l'idéal du citoyen-soldat et là, on prend tout le monde vu qu'il n'y a pas d'armée professionnelle (sauf plus ou moins à Sparte mais, là encore, c'est un cas à part) et techniquement, c'est pas un problème pour un grec d'attaquer quelqu'un qui s'enfuit du champ de bataille, c'est même à ce moment qu'on fait des dégâts (cf cette vidéo et allez voir cette chaine, elle est géniale sur l'histoire militaire), même si elle, elle les laisserait s'enfuir sans trop de souci s'il n'y a pas de risque qu'ils reviennent. Et il y aurait surement de belles incompréhensions entre une grecque qui connait le système de la cité avec une certaine forme de démocratie pour tous ses voisins, et des prises de décisions collégiales ou collectives (on vote la guerre à Athènes par exemple, c'est l'ensemble des citoyens qui disent si oui ou non, on fait / continue la guerre ou non), à des monarchies, ça passerait mal et elle aurait beaucoup de mal à comprendre pourquoi ils acceptent cela, même si elle reconnaitrait qu'il doit y avoir des avantages si les habitants de Fodlan ont adopté ce système plutôt qu'un autre.

Pour sa palette de couleur, c'est assez varié étant donné que les grecs adoraient les couleurs vives et que c'était un symbole de richesse d'avoir de belles couleurs. Elle est cependant issus d'un milieu relativement modeste, même si elle n'a pas trop de problème d'argent (elle a réussi à posséder sa propre forge d'où elle tire ses revenues) alors, Pyrkaïa aborde des couleurs relativement courantes et abordables. Pour les tissus que lui a offert son mari, je pense que c'est plus dans les tons de bordeaux avec des motifs blancs à la nabatéenne qui s'accorde avec ses cheveux blonds, ou des bleus qui vont bien avec sa peau sombre et font ressortir ses yeux et ses flammes qui sont devenus bleus tellement elles sont chaudes. Sinon, elles ressemblent énormément à Catherine pour ce qui est du visage et de son apparence générale.

#fe3h oc #écriture de curieuse #dessin de curieuse #Pyrkaïa dite Charion #les 11 braves (+ peut être les premiers qui reçoivent l'emblème des saints)#j'espère qu'elle vous plait !#c'est au tour de Pyrkaïa de vouloir avoir son dessin ^^#surtout qu'elle est agréable à dessiner- c'est cool de faire des persos avec des muscles comme elle !#même si dessiner ces veines a été une vraie galère...#alors ça a fini ainsi : un dessin général où on ne voie pas les sillons entre les plaques + un détail #je referais peut-être son visage plus en détail pour mieux montrer ce côté 'craquelé' de ses fiertés c'est pas très bien rendu ici...#et le détail en-dessous est le motif sur son chiton / péplos qui représente l'astre céruléen #y a toujours ce contraste chez les Braves : des habits relativement unis et la peau couverte de motif et de fierté avec du feutre partout !#elle est cool Pyrkaïa ! Je pense qu'elle s'entendrait bien avec Catherine #et qu'Ashe ne l'aimerait pas trop au début à cause de son avis sur Lonato mais que ça lui ferait du bien de se confronter à elle #cette femme a un tempérament de feu et en a vu assez pour savoir ce qu'est un mauvais dirigeant alors elle le dit #(être grande gueule c'est de famille chez les Charon)#en tout cas j'espère que ça vous aura plu ! merci encore !

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astrxealis · 1 year

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me writing a lil post on my lil priv/moots only sb where i’m kinda :(( but then the music i’m listening to just kinda goes uwoah and OH my GOD

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#NO WAYYYYY CODE VEIN MUSIC IS FUCKING ABOSLUTELY INSANELY GOOD WHAT THE HELLLLLL !!!!!!#i'm obsessed w how the instrumnets and the music compositon and everythign and i really want to play the game just for the music #but also ofc for te story and characersd and character customization and everything and yeah #btw i like louis. from what i rmbr of the demo. BTW I THINK I ONCE SAID DLC INSTEAD OF DEMO BY ACCIDENT OOOS #WHAT THE ELL....... ... ..... this music sjust so good #whne that instrument went high and all idk how to explain i forgot music terms but yeah i sqebwjfhafh #WOW i lov MUSIC so MUCH ...#anyways back to school stuff maybe ?!? finally ?!?!?!?#NO WAY WHAT IS THIS SONG IT INCLUDES THE MOTIF OF THE MAIN THEME #oh sorry that was the final song. okay i'm not lsitening to this yet LMFAO #I REALLY WANT TO GET INTO ATELIER MORE TOO #ALSO APPARENTLY HARVESTELLA IS REALLY GOOD !!! so hi #uhm tristrat and octopath and bravely default. soon. and. and. and. GJHBAJGhbhjebhbhaejghbhdbghb #yk one would think id feel overwhelmed but i really like it when im like this #when my brain is moving and not stopping. i realy hate it when it is at a standstill and i cant think of anything properly #n then i think i feel depressed but no i'm just bored #okay back to school stff nw uhmmmmmmm and feeling kinda :((#tbh i think so long as i get a one thing that i'm looking for even if i inda feel eh and i'm nto really loking for it per say i'll be kay

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mayonaka-sunshine · 1 year

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god i can finally play galaxy destiny

#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa my belovedddddddd !!!!!!!!!!!!#im so insane abt galaxy destiny btw its a natsumugi song to me i want to eat it i want to inject it into my veins #hey maybe i just have a thing for songs w/ a star motif

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harmonysanreads · 9 months

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Idée Fixe

yandere!lyney x reader

cw(s) : yandere, lyney

wc : 2.6k+

two dorks psychoanalyze each other. might kiss out of spite.

“For as many hearts as you steal, how many do you keep?”

The smooth texture from designed cards is felt across the tips of your fingers, your eyes capture the patterns printed on them through the filter of silvery moonlight and the sound of steps falling in sync with yours assure you of the verity of this encounter.

You don't even need to look up to picture the twinkling amethysts, the widening curve of lips that never convey anything concrete and a sudden bounce in the magician's steps ; the visage painted in your subconscious like the motifs on the cards your fingers fiddle with in intrigue.

The chilly night breeze are but twirls of playful edge,“You make it sound like something else,”

If you cared to look up, you would've noticed the subtle dance of his brows. Lyney begins to walk a step ahead of you in the midst of his short speech, through prolonged scrutiny that'd rival that of the most skilled jeweler's ; you've associated this change of pace to either be in preparation for his usual trickery — or, in the few sparse occasions that go as soon as they come, a casual introduction of another subject to eliminate the previous one. While one could accuse you of reading too much into things, you've long since learned that when it concerns the eccentric magician, the tell-tale details will reveal what he will not.

“Oh really? Perhaps it's your mind imagining insinuations that do not exist, you do have a creative brain.”

“Ouch, only you could insult and praise me in the same sentence.” Lyney places a hand over his heart to cradle it from the jab, though his choice of words should indicate offense, the delivery makes it clear he wouldn't have it any other way.

“Why, thank you, though you're gravely mistaken if you think that will change the subject.” with a swivel of his cape, Lyney spins to walk facing you, his strides (albeit backwards) unchanging in confidence and only when your lift your head to lock eyes, does his expression lighten.

“Well, to answer your question, the ones that are worth keeping, of course.”

The magician chuckles at your eye-roll, “Don't play coy, you know precisely how I meant that question.”

Lyney hums in pretend contemplation, gaze still fixated on your moonlit form, the beat of both of your steps grazing against the pavement and making it seem like a strange parade. Your question holds substance unknown to the rest of the world, but translucent to the magician.

It is both his frustration and delight that you're never bent by his charming words and theatrics. Your firm stare and insistence on the topic confirm his suspicions that you're searching for something particular, something uprooted from the very depths of his soul and he could bet his entire career that you won't stop until you've wrung it out. The answer you seek is nothing he can't give, it'd be simple as well, but precisely due to this knowledge the magician opts instead to test the limitations of your patience.

Truth be told, Lyney never likes it easy and neither do you.

For a miniscule lapse in the boundless confines of time, it's as though both of your world has separated from the existing one. For an amount that'd otherwise be uncomfortable, all exchange is made through your locked eyes. Like a secret shared between no other soul — despite your better judgement, the realization sends a jolt of thrill through your veins and you cannot help but wonder if the magician feels the same.

Seemingly out of thin air, Lyney twirls his magic wand in a wanton pattern, small sparks of light clash with the moon's glow before waltzing past your hair — you pause for not a second, knowing their goal lies in catching you off-guard. If Lyney was given the chance, he'd spend the rest of the night in determining whether you looking back to the cards in your hands was merely an expression of boredom or a brag of how accustomed you are to his theatrics.

Lyney dabbles between the lines of reality and illusion as a profession, blurring them without his audience's notice to make them believe a miracle. It's a simple trick he's succeeded in transforming into an art, so he was confident you'd be privy to the delusion as well. Whether it's due to you doing the same as him or the opposite entirely, Lyney's persistence in solving the puzzle piece named you only grows more tenacious day-by-day.

Sensing the magician's uncharacteristic quietude, you abandon the cards to his backwards marching form and the cheeky grin plastered on his face has you wishing you hadn't at all.

“Ah, but you see, the information you seek is confidential and I fear for prying ears. How about you come a little closer, and I'll tell you the amount?”

Lyney's face is a perfect replica of the grin-malkin cat he adores using as prop, a cloud obscures the moon's vision from seeing the act down earth and the shimmer of Lyney's eyes become pronounced in contrast to the shadow. In comparison, your visage that'd scream ‘preposterous!’ if it could looks nothing short of a circus.

Your steps come to a halt in unison, a breathy chuckle echoes throughout the dead of the night, “Aw, why that face? I don't bite~”

You blink in surprise and suddenly the magician's presence is way too closer than you recall ; he bows down to your ear and the heat of his breath almost makes a shiver run down your spine.

“... but, I might nibble.”

You catch his impish smirk from the corner of your eye and if Lyney notices how you choke in the formation of words, he could snag an award for acting like he didn't.

“Are you that fixated on creating a scandal? Must you always be so shameless?”

At that, Lyney leans away with a pout, hands folded behind his back and swaying back and forth on the heels of his shoes like a reprimanded child.

“Come on now, don't be such a killjoy. I went through all that trouble to whisk you from that boring party and this is how I'm thanked?”

The magician's words are a drawl, each one competing to be more irritating than the last. You have to take a deep breath and hold your tongue from reminding him that the escapade had been without your choice. The world places limitations on all sorts of things and you're not morbidly curious enough tonight to know the extent of the magician's good graces. A beat of tense silence passes, Lyney takes note of your averted gaze and it positively irks him.

Lack of eye-contact means a number of things ; nervousness, insecurity, hesitancy, guilt. For a performer like him whose pride resides in keeping his audience's eyes hooked on his every move, such a gesture is bitter tasting. But when it concerns you, it pricks and wounds his very soul. Lyney's sigh is one of weight and it inclines you to raise your head.

“By asking how many hearts I keep, you hope to know how many matters to me.”

The magician takes his hat off and moves forward to place it atop your head, his speech is not an assumption, nor an inquiry, but a statement. You straighten your posture when you notice the absence of a smile on his face, the sight so alien it has you on edge. While his gesture may be plain to an inexperienced eye, you know that he does it as an extension of his affection. For all the valued items he keeps dangling by the rim of that hat, he surrenders it all to you in a heartbeat.

But you still hold your breath and as expected, the solemn expression of his proves to be transient. Just before the hat grazes your locks, he tips it back, gives the vacancy of its inside an inspecting look and does an emptying gesture as if to prove its.. well, emptiness. There's a flicker in his eyes you're not given the time to catch as he brings his hat just above your head and does the same depleting motion again ; the scent of fresh roses engulf your senses as a thousand petals cascade down from the hat. As if on cue, the winds pick up and waltz them down upon your form.

Here's the thing ; while you may pride yourself in being experienced in discerning Lyney's tricks, it becomes a task to maintain a straight face as he never repeats his previous sleight of hand. What you can try to do instead is search for patterns, patterns reveal genres and genres reveal intentions. Lyney is a celebrated magician of the Court, his capabilities lie far from simple card tricks, so for him to resort to elementary jugglery instead of some grand spectacle, it can only mean he's trying to distract you yet again.

You feel the weight of his hat on your head at last, shifting all the cards on your left hand, you raise your right to adjust its position slightly.

Your encouragement for him to elaborate comes in the form of confirmation, “That'd be correct,”

The magician's lips curve up in fondness, a playful hum escapes him as you resume your walk, him returning to stride facing you again. It's a skill he's mastered in the duration of your acquaintance, for the purpose of stunts apparently. You have your suspicions — but then again, who doesn't when it concerns Lyney?

“Very well. You accuse me of being such a thief, yet, I think you are the guiltier one between us two.” the errant strands of the magician's hair sway, his eyes keep you captive.

He takes the inquisitive tilt of your head as incentive to conclude, “On the topic of hearts and all, I must ask first, when do you intend to return mine?”

The night winds pause, your brain processes Lyney's question until it blanks upon realization. Your eyes dart across his face that is void of all teasing cues, his eyes glazed over and you can tell he's holding his breath. Any consideration of his behavior aligning with trickery is eliminated just as quickly, because if anyone were to want to understand Lyney as intricately as you, they'd first need to learn to be able to distinguish his flirtation from fact.

“... Do I have to?”

You find yourself half concerned and half entertained as the magician narrowly avoids being hit by a pole, him having to maneuver to regain his footing. Both of your steps come to a halt as your laugh echoes throughout the dead of the night. Lyney sheepishly places a hand on the back of his neck but that sight is all too evanescent. The signature smirk of his returns with enthusiasm.

“Not at all,” he purrs, eyes flickering towards your restless ones that have settled on his magic cards again.

“In fact, mold it to your will, toss it to your whim and hold it captive as though it's a supplement of your own, if you may.”

Your ears hang onto each of Lyney's words but your eyes find no courage to look at the mirth that you're certain is plastered on his face, you take the moment to properly inspect the motifs on the cards with some distraction from the shadows of the night : the grin-malkin cat, a miniature Lyney sticking out his tongue, a tea cup, a penguin and—

You're left stupified as the card is abruptly snatched from your grasp, Lyney bounces back a few steps and confirms to be the culprit. You brisk walk to reach the magician and that turns out to be your biggest mistake.

The card is at first held between two of Lyney's fingers, him shaking it left and right in provocation and in the spur of the moment, you take a leap. You feel the wind of the card being propelled upward, the magician holding it out of your reach. Your desire to obtain the piece of paper exceeds your awareness of the sudden decrease in proximity between you both. You shift to your tiptoes and feel the surface of the card, one look through your peripheral at the magician's smile and you realize a little too late that you've fallen right into his trap.

“Now, let's see, the question that started this all : the number of hearts this magician holds dear is the answer to this riddle—”

You expected Lyney to make the card disappear or shift higher if possible, but instead his hand wraps around yours and you find yourself twirled a full circle. The motion catches you off-guard but the magician stabilizes you by placing a firm hand on your waist and pulling you to his eye-level. You find yourself out-of-breath and unable to look away as the moon shines its light on you two again.

“—Placed above, it makes greater things small. Placed beside, it makes small things greater. ” the magician tilts your chin up in his preferred angle with the card, the cool temperature of its margin contradicting the heat of your skin.

“In matters that count, it always comes first.”

The faint rustle of your garbs against his is resounding, your own reflection stares back through amethyst lenses.

Lyney's voice is but a whisper against your cheek as he concludes, “Where others increase, it keeps all things the same. What is it?”

Your frenzied mind momentarily dreads the scenario wherein someone catches you two in the midst of this rendezvous, from incipiency to this apparent climax ; it's built up to be nothing short of scandalous. But the magician has no care for that outcome, inching closer, closer and closer. As if sensing the new wave of worries that fill your mind, he halts but makes no attempt to lean back, his eyes regain their usual shine.

“Quite easy, don't you think? But, if you believe it to be so, you'll be mislead. After all, that is how the simplest magic bewilders the audience. Blink, and you might miss it.”

The magician dives in and your breath hitches. Your eyes are forced open when you feel yourself stumble forward. The first second is wasted with no action, the second one you register that you have the card in your hand — pressed to your lips, on the third you notice the absence of Lyney's presence and the forth brings down all the embarrassment crashing down on your poor heart.

You pull away the condemned card from your lips, heavens know what anyone would think if they saw you kissing a piece of paper in the middle of nowhere. Your face flushes in the lovely shades of pink, heart hammering against your ribcage.

I could've sworn that I felt...!

The magic card crumbles slightly by the edges because of your grip, the prickle of its corners remind you to take deep breaths and calm your raging thoughts. You shake your head with vigour, but you're unsure if it's to recollect the memory or to brush it off. You're left alone to ruminate the aftermath of the bizarre encounter in the cold winds of midnight and you almost want to drown yourself in the darkest depths of the sea as recollections of your reactions rapidly pass through your mind — you can practically hear Lyney's snickers in your head.

Your attention is then grabbed by the catalyst of your current predicament, you turn over the card and finally inspect the motif printed on the card ; two hearts, bounded by a shackle and a lock. You trace your thumb across the hearts and your mind retraces Lyney's cryptic words. If all interactions, encounters and memories you share with the eccentric magician of Fontaine would form a pinnacle for you to see the truth from ; you'd know that behind the veneer of charisma and humor, Lyney hides something far less innocent. And yet, regardless of the foreboding creeping up your spine, you find yourself unable to snap the tether of connection.

Because as it is, that which is mysterious, captivates us all.

may all lyney wanters be lyney havers<3

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glassworkspiderlilies · 2 years

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if you don’t mind me dumping info on you I’m just excited coz you’re the one that got me into fic writing and I just realised you played both GE and Code Vein aaahhh

Code Vein is set in this somewhat large area called Vein which is ringed by Red Fog, which mysteriously(plot spoilers) appeared at some point during the backstory

This Fog keeps the characters in and keep out what is referred to as the “Horrors”.

The characters of Code Vein are all Revenants

(there are generations of revenants and it’s actually more complicated than this but let’s leave it as it is)

Revenants are dead bodies implanted with a parasite and brought back to life as soldiers to-originally-combat these Horrors.

Due to spoilers I won’t really say how or why but the Red Fog kind of shimmers and weakens at one point during code vein and it turns out

THE HORRORS WERE ARAGAMI

it was such an amazing reveal, and they were pretty much implemented into the game with the addition of the Code Vein DLC

THE HORRORS WERE ARAGAMI!!!! AYYYYYYYYYY

#asks #that's fun!!#i think i only got so far as the first?? boss bottle?? butterfly/moth motif??#HMMMMMMMMMMMM alright alright you're winning i do wanna go back to code vein now...#still a genshin slave BUT...!!!#missing louis...#AAAAAAGH so much game backlog :'(

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 5 months

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how about that uhhhhh Fantasy Julie. she gets her sword <3 no one can take it from her <3

rambles:

SIKE you get an extra, lower quality doodle

SIKE AGAIN here's the rambles

yeah... i caved and gave her a tail... I'm Not Sorry! it's cute! i wanted to stick with her sorta flower motif - it's stronger in her princess look, since I imagine that when she was part of the royals she was very blatantly flower power based. it was her Thing!

but a Julie free of her noble shackles... she deserves her big sword. like yeah, she has flower magic, but who needs it when she has a Giant Blade??? on the royalty vein, and if we're classifying "rainbow monster" as a species, i feel like horn size/curve would be a status symbol of some kind. maybe Julie would have kept her horns filed short. but if she ran away from that life... longer horns! i like to imagine that they'll keep growing until she has a pair of Extra Weapons attached to her head! curved forward like mammoth tusks maybe!

i imagine that like Frank, she goes with minimal armor - range of movement over protection, yk? some scale mail over her front, a thick leather flower over her chest w/ scalloped leather pauldrons, wrist armor and metal knuckles! i'd think that the faux-suspenders include a back sheath for her sword... i wish i'd thought of that Before i finished the little ref! i don't feel like going back and editing!

i imagine that she was forced to cut her hair when it got caught in something (a gelatinous cube, mayhaps). it didn't look good! don't let anime and Mulan fool you! cutting your own hair with a blade will not look nice! but someone - Eddie, probably, he's good with scissors i'd assume - cleaned it up for her. and hey, it didn't look bad! plus, Julie probably liked being able to just tuck up her long strands into her hat when she's feeling a bit more like a Julius than a Julie!

it's been a fun challenge transforming their canon outfits into a similar variation with fantasy flavoring and twists! i want them to suit the setting but still maintain Themselves! Julie's was tough i gotta admit. i was messing around with the princess look and the fighter look side-by-side. it worked better when i sat back and thought "fighter Julie is Julie unrestrained. that version would be more aligned with her canon look"

i wanted her princess form to look Restrained! she has to be a ~delicate flower~, a noble woman, pristine and poised and very much a princess. soft colors, poofy clothing, bright white gloves that are not to be sullied. carefully bundled up hair! jewelry! that dress must be Heavy and hard to move in! her tail must be so cramped under there!

but Julie Unleashed? violent pinks! rose gold accents! short skirt so that she can sprint and Kick! fun boots that she can be active in and delight in watching them get dirty! her hair is free to whip in the wind and get caught in things! fun straps and Deadly Accessories! a sword that she stole from the royal armory on her way out the window! she has forearm wraps both to match Frank and to support her wrists!

#yessss this was mainly an excuse to draw jules with short hair and a tail. i do not apologize #i like to think that poppy has a bottomless bag that she's too scared to use herself #but everybody keeps things in there #julie keeps her hair-hiding-hat in there and some pants and a cape for that Julius Vibe #(yes i could have gone with julian. but julius makes me think of orange julius and. yum)#i've said in initial rambles that i think that julie has Mild plant magic #I TAKE THAT BACK SHE'S SO FUCKING POWERFUL #i think she could hold her own against wally here tbh!#she wouldn't win if home had the reins but yk! it would still be Close!#but why would she use boring magic when she can slash punch kick #she can definitely talk to all plants. like im carrying that over thats so cool #trees warning her of an ambush... trodden-on flowers pointing her in the direction of her quarry...#roots arching out of the ground to trip anyone about to beat her in a race #scribble salad #wh fantasy au #so in canon julie left The Cave #which. fuck is that supposed to be a reference to plato's cave? ok no now's not the time for speculation #so she left the cave to seek out a life of her own #so i imagine that she left the royal life for much the same reason! she didn't want to sit on a throne in a poofy dress and lead!#she wanted to Adventure! see the world! be unrestrained!#i imagine that her repeated sneaking out is how she met frank - then when she ran she went to him cause she knew he wanted to leave #and she went 'hey im ditching this joint wanna come' and Of Course the answer was yes!#adventuring duo that never regret it for a second!#also as im making refs im adding them to a Lineup. which i'll post when ive collected all the pokemon (neighbors). size refs!!!

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Hannibal has a really interesting and profound thesis about self discovery if you are cool and queer enough to read into it but I genuinely think my favorite motif in Hannibal that seems to recur a few times in that vein is “killing parts of yourself do not work”.

See, Hannibal snaps Franklyn Froideveux’s neck in the same episode we get him discussing his obsession with Will with his own therapist, Bedelia. Hannibal’s disgust with Franklyn is a disgust with himself, and he kills Franklyn only to find himself more desperately fascinated by Will than ever

In contrast, Will kills Randall Tier at Hannibal’s prompting, and ostensibly he does it as part of his becoming, to maintain the “illusion” that he is going to run away with Hannibal, but this isn’t the only time Will kills a serial killer that’s more evolved in their Becoming than he is- but it is the first time he did it with his hands.

The very act of killing Tier, of trying to kill off the savage animal part of himself, brought him closer to that brink, closer to monsterhood. For what is more savage than self denial, and the killing of brethren?

I find it interesting because in the book Red Dragon, Will SUCCEEDS in killing off this part of himself. Or, Molly does. With the Red Dragon’s death, he retires to fucking Florida. Vicious repression and suburban heterosexuality wins. And in the show, killing the Dragon, a parallel to Will’s becoming, only succeeds in transforming him further under the flame

#girl help i’m hannibalposting #hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter

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something about the diaz home as a symbol of everything sacred to eddie.

something about the diaz home representing eddie's privacy and his life and by extension, christopher's, and that it's a constant, recurring motif of a life that he's built with his son. and it's always interesting to see that his home is always warm (in terms of lighting, color combos, etc etc) and welcoming, which feels so vastly different to the other two homes we've seen for him in eddie begins

something about the way he has to physically open the door to let people in to his life, and how many shots of that we've had of just him opening the damned door since. something about the way he physically lets shannon in in 2x07, or the way he braces himself with chris' encouragement before opening the door to ana in 4x08, or the way he happily lets carla in in 4x13 or the way he softens and smiles when he opens the door to buck in 6x12. it's in the way the only people we've really seen in eddie's home as "not guests" are the ones that he chooses to let in.

in that same vein, we can always tell when there's someone in there that doesn't quite belong. 5x11 is a prime example of this, and not just because of the episode title, "outside looking in." it's evidently obvious that the only reason taylor's in his house is for buck's sake, and maybe that's why we never see eddie actually letting them in. 5x03 is similar to that, in the sense that ana stays for three days with chris at the diaz home, but when eddie comes back, it's a metaphorical and physical mess that he's left standing in the middle of, alone.

and it's very, very interesting that we've never seen his parents in his house. ever. and yes, it could just be the fact that they rarely come to los angeles period, but i just think it's interesting in terms of eddie's journey with them, that the closest we've gotten to them physically being there is that facetime call with his dad, and that phone call with his mom - both of which happen after he goes back to texas in 5x17 where he point-blank tells his dad he's trying to be better for himself, and his dad meets him halfway. it only happens after his relationship with his dad starts improving.

i just constantly think of the diaz home front door, and now that i've thought of it, there's so many other moments that scream at me:

buck unlocking eddie's door in 4x14 and swinging it open to the party, and then later standing in the open doorway almost like he's protecting eddie and the life he's built in this one way because he couldn't protect him in the other way

buck unlocking eddie's door with his own key in 5x13, then bursting through yet another door to get to eddie, just to step in and sit with him in his grief - and how much that scene symbolizes that eddie may have built this life but it was after burying demons that later just crawled up through the cracks of his new home.

buck standing inside the diaz home after eddie gets home from therapy in 5x14 like this is a regular occurrence.

the way eddie's discomfort is visible in that split second scene we get of the police officers storming his home in 2x15

eddie asking shannon to leave through the back door because he may have let her into his life but he's not ready to let her into chris' and thus, he doesn't truly let her into his life - and actually, even the shot of eddie, chris and shannon at the end of that episode takes place outside the diaz home. which is...telling methinks.

eddie opening his door post-date in 4x07 to buck meeting him at it (always meeting him halfway), and just. the domesticity of it, set off by the warm lights, the discussion they have, and the looks on their faces the whole like

eddie opening his door to buck in 6x12, looking apprehensive for a second before he realizes who it is and his smile grows and eyes turn into heart-eyes and buck just pushes past him without waiting for eddie to step aside, only to go and swing his feet up on the coffee table like the diaz home is his, too.

there's so many examples but @sevensoulmates and i put this whole meta together because the symbolism in this tv show is off the charts

#zee rambles #meta #911 abc #911 on abc #eddie diaz #is some of this a reach? probably #do i care? no #because fr it's so bold of a motif to use the diaz home as a symbol for eddie and it's not just house is a home #it's also my home is my heart and you are my home and here's my heart #idk #it's a lot of things at once #there's a complete separate meta about the buddie implications of this all #and from a visual standpoint there's something about the fact that eddie clearly prefers lamp and warm lighting (as he should)#we rarely see overhead lighting used and that's just...that #long post #i should be writing my midterm rn but alas

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hilsoncrater · 3 months

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"no hints were dropped" ok not to be that person but here are the hints that were dropped regarding Colin and Trent being gay:

1. Colin mentioning Grindr in a joke

2. Trent touching the arm of a man in the background

Here is one of the hints that Keeley was bi (even though I do believe she's been canonically bi since season 1, but not everyone sees it this way)

1. Her desktop background was in the colors of the bisexual flag

Here were some of the hints that Ted was bi:

1. Bisexual flag colored triangles above his head in the hallucination sequence

2. Inverted pink triangle next to him in that same sequence (and you can't tell me the creators didn't know, when the Homomonument is based on that symbol)

3. Countless (countless!!!) comments about men's physiques ("huge muscular thighs all caked in mud", whistling at a picture of Pep, "look at that head of hair", "he's strong", "he looks like a Rodin sculpture in cleats", etc.)

4. About a man (Higgins) and a woman (Rebecca), he had to say: "that's a crowd I don't mind being smack-dab in the middle of"

5. Him checking Trent out in the pub in 2x07 (his eyes are up there, Ted!)

6. "It could go either way", "I contain multitudes" and other comments in this vein

7. Bi lighting as he entered the Yankee Doodle Burger Barn

8. Giving similar looks to the female waitress and the male waiters in that restaurant (including a waiter in a cowboy costume that looked like he belonged in a gay club, who tipped his hat at Ted when greeting him)

9. "That's cause you were put into a box", "That box ceases to exist today", the box in the hallucination sequence breaking into triangles (as in the bi triangles and the inverted pink triangke), "we've been playing too rigid", "our guys need freedom", "fast, fluid, free, with full support", the "box that one needs to break out of" being a prominent motif in season 3

10. Wishing Beard called him pet names ("Honey, is that an ingredient or something you just called me?")

11. His crush on Pep

12. The connection between Ted and Colin: "my whole life is two lives, really", both wearing orange in Sunflowers, "I just want to kiss my fella" (Colin doesn't say "fella" , but Ted says it all the time), Ted just needs to get inspired and Colin's play is "inspirational" after he comes out, as per the commentators

And so much other stuff that, had Ted not self-identified as straight (*cough* put himself into a box *cough cough*) , you could make the case that he was canonically bi.

Here are some of hints that there was a romantic connection between Ted and Trent:

1. They hit a lot of romantic beats, and not in the jokey self-aware way in which Roy and Ted hit them in "Rainbow", but in an organic and sincere way

2. They both checked each other out: Trent checked Ted out when Ted was changing in front of him, Ted checked Trent out when Trent came up to him in a pub and hit him with a pick-up line while his date that looked a lot like Ted waited for him outside

3. Did I mention that Trent was on a date with a moustachioed man who dressed in a similar style to Ted? Let's mention it again

4. In that very bar, during a 50 second long conversation, Trent managed to say the word "love" three times. I searched the word "love" in the transcripts of the episodes. There's no other instance in which its frequency is this high

5. "Love our chats" incomplete rule of threes

6. "Sport, it's quite the metaphor" (implied: a metaphor for love; see also "love's a beautiful game" from the song Ed Sheeran wrote for Ted Lasso), "Also makes for a heck of a nickname", "Good night, Ted", "Good night, sport"

7. The soft, romantic, melancholic song playing in the background of this scene, while Ted and Trent are the last ones left in the office, with lyrics such as "When your words begin to crumble like the sidewalks all around this crummy neighborhood / From the chalky cliffs of Dover / I'd come over, I'd start over if I could"

8. Trent wearing sunflower colors in the episode "Sunflowers" and in the finale; sunflowers symbolize Ted's home (it's not subtle). He's the only character dressed like that. I'm still looking for any other explanation other than "Trent is Ted's home"

9. Their constant flirting and the way they look at each other with incredible fondness

10. The entire episode "The Strings That Bind Us". It's structured around Ted and Trent's relationship, and the way Trent changed because of Ted (in season 2, Ted defined a soulmate as someone who changes your life forever). The red string metaphor. Ted points out that soulmates are connected by a string tied to their little fingers. Ted and Trent both extend their little fingers out in similar shots. They are connected by a huge block of red in their last scene of the episode. Ted makes several comments about other men that apply to Trent ("Look at that head of hair", "Frames his face nicely", "My favorite one, he was clean shaven"). Many more details that lead back to Ted and Trent: Nate tells the restaurant owner to tell Jade he said "Hello". Immediately after, Ted and Trent say "Hello" to each other. The map that Nate's father used to ask out his mom has the number 1.3 written on it and an illustration of two people at a table in a restaurant. Ted and Trent went to a restaurant together in season 1, episode 3. The last scene of the episode mimics a "Race for Love" scene from a romcom, with Trent chasing after Ted. Trent also does not say a word to anyone other than Ted in the entire episode. He is completely focused on Ted

11. "Trent, what do you love? Is it writing?" and Trent ends up writing a book about Ted and naming the manuscript after Ted and he only cares about Ted's opinion on it (he leaves the room when Beard starts reading, but stays in the office after hours just to watch Ted read. "I just wanted you to like it.")

11. Trent's crush on Ted, confirmed by Jimmy Lance (and also obvious in the show, if you ask me)

Now, why would I believe that none of these hints were intentional? Maybe some could be explained away, but all of them? The hints we got for Colin, Trent and Keeley were so much smaller than this, and those turned out to be intentional.

anon i wish i could offer you the response you deserve, but i cannot stop rereading this masterpiece & focusing on the portions of evidence you provided that i didn't even pick up on until you laid them out. holy shit

#IM LOSING MY MIND????? HOLY SHIT #anon you provided a THESIS STATEMENT #kissing you on the forehead & sending you flowers & baking your favorite bread #ted lasso #tedtrent #tedependent #trent crimm #there's also the casablanca references between them #& the way in amsterdam trent says there's a van gogh museum night. and where does ted wind up? at the van gogh museum looking at sunflowers #their arcs are foils too. both got divorced around the same time. both have one kid (ted has a boy and trent has a girl)#trent left his wife meanwhile michelle left ted #trent is happier post-divorce meanwhile ted struggles with the loss #there's the wizard of oz motif too and who wears red shoes? trent. it's subtle but he wears what look like red heeled shoes #speaking of shoes....the cheetah print motif is also present with trent #'hes our dork' and ted's fond gaze as he watches trent disappear #there's SO MUCH there dude SO MUCH

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