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cryptotheism · 6 months

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The "potion-crafter" archetype of alchemist used in fantasy is often, like, an independent chemist that works off commission or sales to create fireball elixirs or exorcism salves. Is there a grain of truth, there? Did alchemists in any period you studied make a living by synthesizing magical items (like panaceas or DIY-chrysopoeia-kits or somesuch) and selling them on to any willing customer, or was that not really in their domain?

Ha! You know sometimes it can be a bit annoying answering asks like this, because most fantasy media isn t terribly interested in authentically representing history, BUT THIS TIME I can give y'all a specific and direct answer!

The archetype of the potion-crafter you're talking about almost definitely has its roots in an actual pre-paracelcian european medical profession; the Apothecary.

There were three types of doctors in the 1500s. There were diagnosticians, the people who went to school to learn about anatomy, and were allowed to call themselves "doctor." There were surgeons, the low-skilled workers who were in charge of hacking off limbs and draining bedpans. And there were apothecaries, basically the medieval equivalent of a pharmacist.

If you were a wealthy merchant, and you went to a doctor for your runny nose, he would look you over, and give you a prescription that you were supposed to take down to your local apothecary, so you could buy a potion from them.

But these prescriptions weren't exactly strict. A doctor might prescribe you an exact list of ingredients with the amounts, or he might just prescribe you "a healing ungent of cooling and drying herbs." So the apothecaries occasionally had some wiggle room based on supplies and expertise.

The important thing to remember, is that apothecaries were NOT considered magicians or alchemists.

That is, until Paracelsus came along.

See, good ol' Paracelsus was a radical innovator. He was one of the first physicians in history to be all three types of doctor at once. He was a diagnostician, a surgeon, and an apothecary. He argued that all doctors should have knowledge of their entire profession, and that no doctor was above suturing their patients wounds, and mixing their patients medicines.

He was also, crucially, an alchemist and a magician.

Alchemy was the cutting edge of technology for the time, a practice regarded with equal parts awe and suspicion, but it was more the realm of glassblowers and metallurgists than doctors or botanists. Paracelsus disagreed. He argued that if it's part of God's creation, it should be used to heal the human body.

This extended to magic. Paracelsus figured that you had to factor in things like "the movement of the planets and their influence on the earth." And he was known for prescribing patients things like "astral talismans to be worn about the neck." A practice that, even for his time, was often seen as backwards and superstitious. (Although given how harmful medieval medicine was, the astral talismans might have been your best option sometimes.)

Paracelsus was a radical. People fucking hated him, especially when he was alive. But his ideas were extremely influential, and exploded in popularity after his death in 1541. I can confidently say that the fantasy archetype of the Potion Brewer is based on Paracelcian physicians, the doctor/alchemist/apothecary/magicians who followed his theories.

Here I'll link my Patreon if y'all wanna support my research! I have a whole section on Paracelsus.

#occult #alchemy #paracelsus

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breelandwalker · 11 months

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Magical Powder Recipes

A collection of some of my original magical powder recipes.

All-Purpose Cursing Powder

Bree's Banishing Powder

Clean House Powder

Come Hither Powder

Dead Man's Dust

Dream Dust

“Eye of Sauron” Revelation Powder

Get Thee Hence Powder

Ghost-Be-Gone Powder

Heal Thy Heart Powder

Hexbreaker Powder

Inspiration Salt

Lucky Day Powder

“Outta My Way” Powder

Peacekeeper Powder

Persuasion Powder

STFU Powder

Traveler’s Luck Powder

Truthfinder Powder

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#witch community #witchcraft #witchblr #baby witch #spells #potions and powders #witchy things #kitchen witch #green witchcraft

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trans-luis-serra-navarro · 7 days

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I know I’m FAR from the only person to talk about this and I won’t be the last but I’d LOVE to hear other peoples theories on where exactly Luis was in the little increments of the game we don’t see him in

Like the biggest and most obvious one is where he was when he calls Leon and tells him he ‘screwed up’ right after giving Ada the new cure, but obviously he never shows up in the ballroom, and he gives Leon a call saying he ‘screwed up’, but what was he,,,,, d o i n g to get in trouble??? Like did he get caught up in one of the castles cartoonishly hard puzzles or get in a bad fight?? Cuz he pops up in the mines totally fine right after

Another thing I’m curious about is WHERE he hid the Amber. I might be TOTALLY misremembering but we,, never find out where exactly he hid it????? He leaves Ada with the ingredients then tells her he’s going to go get it and to wish him luck, but we never see him in-person after that till the mines (or in Seperate Ways’ case, until he cures Ada), let alone retrieving the Amber where on earth did he hop off to??

If I had to throw my own theory in the ring, I think maaaaaaaaaaaybe he would’ve returned back to his childhood home????? Cuz he comes back ro Ada with the same little apothecary kit that was sitting on the table of his home, but that itself brings up a lot of questions of how the hell he got through the castle without being caught BXNSJMSXK

Again I might also very very much so just be misremembering the order of events so feel free to yell at me HANDHXNCJXN

#luisposting #luis serra #luis sera #luis serra navarro #luis sera navarro

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bleedingichorhearts · 2 months

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𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: What happened to our guardians? I forgot it was Valentine’s Day. Happy Valentine’s Day!

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams

TW // Curse.

“Another one?” I deadpanned at my roommate. Her hands holding a little Death Guard that looked around confused.

“I don’t know where I keep finding them!” She said, not really sounding… thrilled. Her hazel eyes looking down at the little smelly thing in disgust. Nose scrunching up.

Well at least she has some humanity? To pick one up, and take it to a safer place.

“Anyways, i’ve got a club date to go to. Mind taking it?” She suddenly said, pushing the little Death Guard towards me as I hurriedly unfolded my arms from my chest to grab the little thing. His little form practically rolling onto my hand.

“Wha- since when? I thought you had work tonight?” I questioned her, helping the little Death Guard in my hands to stand up right. A little sound coming from him.

“Uhhhh, an hour ago! I did, but my boss let me off again!” She shouted from the hallway. Sounding like she was putting on some heels.

“Are you gonna—” The front door slammed shut. Shaking the whole apartment. “Never mind, I’ll just do it myself.” I mumbled. Looking down to observe over the little Death Guard.

The little guy looked fairly normal for a Death Guard. He had the basic dirt green, and concrete color of his armor. Two sets of bull-like horns on his helmet, an pair facing downward, and random curved spikes on his pauldrons. No extra mouth, horns, or spikes so far. No wounds either.

“You seem rather healthy.” I mostly talked to myself, getting another little sound from the stinky guy.

This ‘mini’ situation had me puzzled? I never would have thought I would see Astartes be so small. Usually, they were these huge, bulked masses of armor walking around wherever they pleased. Protecting you, rather than the other way around.

It even had the Apothecary astonished, when I have took the other three there. Saying they have never seen such phenomenon, before they immediately started running all sorts of tests on the little guys that admittedly had me a little worried for them.

Those tests lasted for about three days? I had the right to worry about it. What if they accidentally killed them with those big *ss needles in the back? What if they really weren’t an Apothecary?

Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to be called back into the Apothecary to come and collect them. Becoming assigned to them as their “caretaker.” Their reasons being: One, they don’t know who their warband is, or if they even have a warband. And two, I was the first person they ever saw, and care for the miniature Astartes.

Now I was stuck with a World Eater, Thousands Son, Night Lord, and now? A Death Guard that Sharon somehow found out of nowhere.

Multiple tiny squeaks called out to me from the kitchen countertop. The rest of the group standing there looking up at the little Death Guard in my hands.

“Well, little Death Guard. You’re going to be stuck with me for the time being.” I informed him. Bringing my hand forward slowly to the rest of the group so he could greet the group.

Watching as the Death Guard gave me a warble before hopping off my hand. The rest of the tiny group surrounded the stinky guy, observing him. Distinguishing him.

They didn’t seem to be disapproving of the little Death Guard so far by they way the chirped at one another. There was no weapons drawn, and crouched positions. It was just like a regular greeting.

A far better meeting than between the Night Lord, and the World Eater. That I think, it stared off by the Night Lord teasing the World Eater, based on the Thousand sons gestures, and tiny chatter.

It didn’t help the little battle when the World Eater still had his “Butchers Nails” the Apothecary mentioned of him having. They couldn’t remove them because he was far too small for such a procedure to happen. So from time to time, the poor World Eater goes into a fit of rage. Tearing up anything in his way. Sometimes going after the other Astartes.

That’s where I step in most of the time. Slowly snatching him up from whatever surface I find him on. His tiny squirming form struggling in my hold, desperately stabbing, hitting my gloves that I was smart enough to put on.

When his raged energy had cooled down, I felt bad for holding the little guy in such a confiscating way and apologized to him. Putting him up to my collarbone as a resemblance of a hug.

Surprisingly, that spot was one of the groups favorite spot to just sit there, and hang on to. Probably liking the warmth, and “height” advantage it gives them.

“Need something?” I asked the group, seeing the gauntlet of the Thousand sons pointing up at me. Small chittering coming out of the group.

It took me a moment to understand what they wanted, but I eventually got it after a few more gestures.

“You? Want a bath?” I asked the Death Guard, raising a brow at him. Knowing Death Gaurds don’t like baths. I had to read a whole book about their quirks the Apothecary sent me with.

The Death Guard paused, then nodded. Hesitant on a such request.

“If that’s what you want.” I told him. Moving away from the counter to grab a small container. The group casually chatting away as I got the “bath” prepared.

Putting warm water with some soap. It mixed with one another, creating a bubbly container rather than just a basic container.

This was probably one of the first “baths” the Death Guard would have after a long while. Might as well make it count.

Placing the container of warm water, and bubbles next to the group. They all turned to look at it, and surround it. The Death Guard touching the container before quickly pulling away.

“You don’t have to take a bath. Instead, I’ll just throw him in it.” I mentioned to the Death Guard, pointing at the Night Lord who hissed in response, backing away slightly from the container of the soapy water.

The little Death Guard just peeped, and suddenly jumped into the container. A little plop rising from the container where he submerged himself in.

Carefully watching the container, the Death Guard emerged from the water. Bubbles sticking to him armor as another peep came from him. Chirps came from the rest of the group talking to him. Maybe encouraging him? Teaching him?

Well, either way, it was all going well. No one needed to go to the Apothecary tonight, or the morning.

Until the Night Lord pushed the World Eater into the container. Another plop rising from the water as the Night Lord armor rose up, and down in a laughing matter.

Once the World Eater rose from the water with even more bubbles on his armor than the Death guard. He was shouting threats to the Night Lord who stood above him looking very prideful of himself.

Who can resist such an opportunity?

On the act of vengeance, I snuck my hand behind him, and pushed the Night Lord into the container myself. A squeak coming from him as he plopped face first, right into the soapy water. Small chitters interrupting from the group with the Thousand Sons just shaking his head on the side lines.

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 II

#space marine husbandry sentience #warhammer 40k #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #space marine #death guard #night lord #thousand sons #world eater

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deadlymistletoe · 10 months

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Charming Stranger

Pairing: Aragorn x f!reader

Genre: Romance

Description: When a charming stranger helps you regain control of your horse in the woods, you don’t expect to see him again. You definitely don't expect him to be the king of Gondor.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1989

A/N: Yes, this is inspired by how Ella meets Kit and doesn’t find out he’s a prince until later in the Live Action Cinderella. And yes, the title is a pun for Prince Charming.

“Caspian please!” You pleaded with your horse as you clung to the dark stallion in an attempt to hold on as he raced through the woods.

You’d ventured to the woods near your village on the outskirts of Gondor in order to collect herbs for the apothecary you helped your parents run when a squirrel had raced past your horse’s feet and given him a fright, sending Caspian bolting through the woods as you tried, unsuccessfully, to slow him down before you could fall off.

“Woah.” You turned your head as hoofbeats that belonged to another horse sounded and a chestnut came up beside you, the dark haired rider catching the reins of your horse and murmuring words in another language as he coaxed Caspian to slow down, your legs almost touching as he drew in beside you.

Finally, the man managed to draw Caspian to a stop, and you straightened in your saddle, trying to compose yourself as the man smoothly dismounted his horse, standing in front of Caspian and stroking his nose as he continued talking in that strange but beautiful language.

It wasn’t long until Caspian had calmed down and the man turned his striking grey eyes on you.

You swallowed under his gaze, your eyes tracing his figure without your permission as you took in the dark hair to his shoulders and the long, but shapely coat he wore.

His voice, soft and slightly accented broke through your thoughts, your eyes snapping up to his face again. “Are you alright, Miss…?”

You blushed, feeling as though you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t as you answered him. “Y/N.”

He bowed his head towards you. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

As he handed Caspian’s reins back to you and mounted his own horse, you called after him, both feeling slightly daring and worrying that he’d leave without a word if you didn’t. “And does this woman get to know the name of her saviour?”

An unreadable look crossed his face, and for a moment you worried you’d overstepped, but then he smiled. “My family calls me Estel.”

You tilted your head. “Isn’t that elvish?”

He gave a nod, but didn’t expand on why a man had an elvish name.

You wanted to keep him talking, hear his voice again, you realised as you fumbled for an excuse to keep him here for a while longer.

“Are you a ranger?” You asked, nodding towards his coat that had clearly been well worn and repaired many times over. You wondered why he continued wearing such an old item, when the tunic and trousers he wore underneath were clearly of well making.

“You could say that. May I ask why a beautiful woman is on her own in the forest?” You had a feeling he was changing the subject on purpose, but you didn’t want to push in case he left. Besides, you quite liked the way it sounded when he addressed you as a ‘beautiful’ woman, something you hadn’t heard from a man before.

“My family owns the apothecary at the nearby village. I was hunting for herbs, but a squirrel spooked my horse.” You ran your hand down Caspian’s mane as you spoke.

“And does your horse have a name?” When you told him he smiled, looking at your horse. “A fine name for a fine horse.”

You giggled as Caspian preened under the attention. At Estel’s questioning glance you elaborated. “You’re full of compliments today, aren’t you?”

He grinned, about to speak when the two of you were interrupted by distant voices, clearly calling someone although you couldn’t make out the name.

He sighed, looking back at you. “That will be my companions, I rushed off without a word when I saw you pass. I have to go.” He hesitated before leaving. “Will you be able to find your own way home?”

You nodded with a smile. “I’ve been to these woods many times, my lord.”

He nodded, but before he left he reached over and took your hand, lifting it to his lips. “My lady.”

And then he left, calling out to his companions as he disappeared into the trees.

You were still smiling when you got home.

You’d spent the past couple of weeks drying out the herbs you’d collected, and you hadn’t been able to forget the ranger you’d met that day.

Everytime he crossed your thoughts, you’d find yourself smiling, a blush covering your cheeks whenever someone questioned you about what was making you so happy.

You were once again lost in your thoughts as you sat behind the counter of the little shop, writing purchases into the book, when you heard a disturbance outside.

“The king is coming! The king is here!”

Your mouth fell open. The king had come to your village? Of course, it had been said that he was visiting all the villages and cities in Gondor, but it had already been awhile since the mysterious king had been crowned and with no news since you’d started to think he’d forgotten your little village, being so small and on the border as it was.

Clearly you were wrong. You glanced at your mother, who nodded with a smile. “Go on. I’ll watch the shop. You can tell me about this king later.”

You placed the book and ink to the side, untying your apron from your waist and dusting imaginary dirt from your dress as you rushed out the shop and onto the street.

People were already lining the dusty road, having come out of the shops lining the main street to get a glimpse of the king nobody had seen the face of.

You joined them, watching in anticipation as the group from Minas Tirith drew closer to your end of the street.

The first thought you had when you saw them was that the king’s horse looked familiar.

Then the man on the horse looked in your direction and you realised exactly why the king and his horse seemed familiar.

Grey eyes met yours and you gasped. He nodded his head to you and, still in a state of shock you stepped back, bumping into the person behind you before you turned, breaking eye contact and hurrying back to the apothecary.

You gave your startled mother no explanation as you grabbed your bag and left out the back door, making your way to your house.

It was only when you were alone in your small house that you let yourself freak out properly.

It hadn’t been a ranger who’d helped you that day, but the king! Then again, weren’t there rumors that the king had been a ranger in his youth?

Either way, you groaned when you remembered how casual you’d been with him, how you’d not so subtly admired his figure, how you’d made excuses for him to stay, how you’d borderline flirted with him after he’d called you beautiful.

There was no way you could ever face the king again.

So you made up your mind; you would stay far away from the king while he was here, staying either in the apothecary or your home, and nothing could go wrong.

Your plan worked for less than a day. The next morning, your parents were unable to run the shop, so you agreed to do it for them while they ran errands.

Less than an hour after you flipped the sign on the door to say ‘open’, you heard the bell tinkle from where you’d been sorting herbs in the back room, announcing a customer.

“Just a moment!” You called, putting the lids on the jars and grabbing a couple to take with you to put on the shelves.

“Sorry, we just got some new supplies so…” You trailed off as you looked up and came face to face with the very person you were hoping not to see. “Oh.”

A jar slipped from your hand, but apparently the king’s quick reflexes extended from out of control horses to everyday life, because he easily reached out and caught it before it hit the ground, holding it out to you.

“Thank you, your majesty.” You murmured, taking the offered jar and placing it on the counter along with the others in your arms.

He sighed. “Must you treat me like a stranger now?”

You shot him a glance over your shoulder as you arranged the jars. “Aren’t we? All I know about you is your name, and even that may not be true now.”

“I never lied to you, Y/N. Estel was my name growing up, I was once a ranger and I believe you are a beautiful woman with a fine horse.” You fought back a blush at the last past, turning to face the king with crossed arms.

“Why are you here? Surely you have better things you could be doing.”

You tilted your head as you waited for an answer. Maybe he did think you were beautiful, but if this was just a game to him then you weren’t going to be made a fool of anymore than you already had.

He swallowed. “I know this is only our second meeting, but you intrigue me. You’re beautiful, talented, you aren’t falling over yourself to make a good impression on me.”

He hesitated, meeting your gaze. “If you do not already have a suitor, I would be honoured if you’d allow me to get to know you better.”

You shook your head with a sigh, looking away. Yes, you were attracted to him, and yes, every word he uttered only made you want to get closer to him but still… “I am not of royal or noble blood. It would not be proper…”

He cut you off, moving closer to you, so you were almost touching as you lent back against the counter, gently lifting your chin to face him with a calloused hand. “I don’t care, I have never cared about that sort of thing. I spent most of my life as a ranger, so if you think something like that would bother me, you’d be wrong.”

You swallowed. “Convince me, then.”

He frowned slightly. “What?”

“Convince me that you mean what you say and this isn’t a game to you.”

He didn’t reply in words, moving his head closer to yours until your lips were only inches apart, and for a moment you thought he would kiss you, but instead he pressed a small wooden box into your hand before stepping back.

“Open it.”

You did as he said, giving him a questioning look at the round, bronze disk inside, a small blue gem in the middle and designs you’d only seen on royal armor etched around it, sitting on a pillow of tiny white petals.

“I will be here for five days, of which I will spend wooing you as any man would. After that, should you be convinced, and willing, my friend will be passing through again in four weeks time. Show him this token and he will bring you to Minas Tirith to stay as long as you wish.”

You opened your mouth, not sure what to say, but he held a finger to your lips. “I do not expect an answer now. I know you may not wish to leave your parents, but it would not be forever. You would be free to leave and return as you wished.”

“Okay.” You agreed. “You have a week to convince me.”

He grinned. “Alright. But if we’re going to do this properly, you have to call me Aragorn. No more ‘your majesty’.”

You matched his smile. “Very well, Aragorn.”

And as Aragorn kissed your hand before mounting his horse five days later, you already knew what you would do when the time to choose came.

King or ranger, this charming man who had been nothing but a stranger mere days ago had stolen your heart.

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sleepyfan-blog · 17 days

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Imposter

Summary: Nadesir comes home to find an Imposter talking to his human. Next

Warnings: none

Tagged: @kit-williams

Nadesir adjusted the carcass of the large quadrupedal animal that he had been hunting for days in the forest that surrounded his bonded's home, pleased with his kill. Despite the animal's size, it had been quicker than he'd been expecting, and the pointed antlers it had used in a desperate charging in defense of it's life had somewhat dented his armor. Per the request of his human bonded, he had left a note on their "Communication Board" as she had called it saying that he was out for a hunt, and would be back in a few days. Ancient Terra was a far cry from the endless towers and thin, pollution-choked skies of what The Fools believed to be Holy Terra... But if divinity did exist - beyond Chaos being utter Bastards - Nadesir privately thought that it was in the natural beauty of this and worlds like it.

In the stillness of forests, In the thrill of the hunt.

... In the unexpected pull he had felt, years ago, to a small but fiery human woman who had growled at a half-dozen Salamanders who had found Nadesir half-dead and bleeding on the edge of small town that she served as one of the primary human medical professionals of. He had later learned that they were part of the Bonded Astartes who protected the humans from the predations of Feral Space Marines as apparently there were Human Killers. They had assumed that he was once such human killer, having been left behind due to being unable to keep up with the feral warband.

Nadesir, having been thrown through the warp from a truly shitty situation seconds ago, had not a single fucking clue what was going on. He'd been caught by some of the Red Corsairs who had been trying to soften him up for when their leader deigned to ask if he would join their warband. His precious bonded had shooed off the Salamanders and had spoken to him with more gentleness than he'd ever been given. Of course he'd been immediately smitten, and he had lived as long as he had by following his instincts - which had told him to follow this baseline human. She'd brought him to the small hospital and had the Apothecaries patch him up.

And not a single one of them had been thrilled to do it. Between the passive aggressive Ultramarine Apothecaries and the barely hidden hostilities of the Salamanders, the two loyalist chapter members had likely hoped that he would limp off to lick his wounds and leave them alone.

The joke had been on all of them, as Nadesir's bond with his human had only deepened over the weeks he'd spent in the hospital as she checked up on him at least once a day. There had been no question in his mind as to what he was going to do, when he was finally released. He had asked her, having done his very best to learn her language, if he could stay with her. He had phrased it as a debt that he owed her, for saving his life - knowing that at least one of the Ultramarines was listening and wanted to keep the... The softness, the yearning pull he felt for her from being known about and used against him. Her agreement had settled a nervous part of his soul that Nadesir hadn't known still existed.

That had been six years ago. The rest of the bonded Astartes had long since figured out that the two of them were bonded, and Nadesir had graciously agreed to patrolling the outskirts of the small town and pass along any intel about wandering war-bands that he was able to discover.

His bonded's voice broke him from his musing on the past, her warm, lovely voice soothing the part of him that always worried about her when he wasn't at her side "-at's when Doctor Jacobsen ordered another round of tests, like I had suggested weeks ago. Hopefully the lab facilities in the big city nearby will be able to help Mx. Sherdan. What do you think, Vanya?"

An astartes deep voice rumbled back, in an approximation of his voice. Utter confusion and dread filled Nadesir - Vanya was the name that his bonded had gifted him, and one he held close to his heart. As far as he knew, there was no one else named Vanya living near here, so why...? He didn't even notice that the elk he'd killed had dropped to the ground with a graceless thud as he broke into his fastest sprint, wings flaring a little in panic as his legs shortened the distance between himself and his beloved bonded. He could see several sets of Astartes sized footprints in the snow around her home - but the tread wasn't one he recognized... And besides, none of the other bonded astartes would dare go so close to his nest without sending him a vox message beforehand.

He slammed through the back door of their nest, the solid oak door having no chance against his enhanced bulk. He called out in Nostraman (he had been teaching her his first tongue), trying to keep his voice from trembling from the emotions roaring through him "Precious? Where are you?" He knocked down the doors between himself and from where he could hear the heart-beat of his bonded, staring at the imposter who dared take his form and voice.

His bonded blinked in confusion, looking at himself and the imposter several times, slowly starting to stand up from where she had been sitting on the couch, next to the imposter "I... What's... How?"

The imposter froze, staring at him for several seconds before blurting out "He's an imposter! I'll deal with him, stay here."

"LIAR! You are the imposter! I am the real Vanya! You dare sneak into my nest, try and charm my bonded while I am hunting for her?" None of the local astartes would dare, even if they had the capabilities. Which meant -

Fuck, he had been warned about this by the Salamander Captain who was the Defacto leader of the bonded astartes in this area. Nadesir sent a high priority vox message to Captain Urar [Alpha legionnaire invaded my nest. More likely close by.]

The Alpha legionnaire disguised as himself shrank back a little, but was still staying put "I am -" He started, only to be cut off by Nadesir's incredible, wonderful bonded.

"That's enough. I have no idea what the fuck is happening, but I do know of a couple of ways to figure out which of you is my Vanya. I am going to have one of you outside of my home, and the other inside - I am well aware of how sharp your hearing is, so I will have the one outside my house standing against the wind so as to not hear the questions I will ask. The real Vanya will answer correctly. Whichever of you is the imposter will be revealed and I want to know why you did this. Then you can seek shelter as yourself at the Astartes base in town."

"As you wish. Which of us is going outside?" Nadesir asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He really hoped that she would kick out the imposter, as the desire to rip and tear into this threat to his bonded, to his place was high, but he knew that his beloved disliked violence, and was just barely restraining himself. Still, as the imposter looked him in the eyes, he began to growl, bearing his teeth under his helmet, claws unsheathing on instinct.

Before his human could respond, several of the Teal Fuckers in their true colors came sprinting in through the back door, calling out in Gothic "Captain! We need to go! The salamanders are out in force and... If you're going to... Take the human... Ooooh fuck. She really does have a Night Lord."

Nadesir hissed loudly, scooping up his bonded before the serpentine bastards could attempt to kidnap his human, holding her firmly, careful to keep his claws from slicing through her clothes or worse, hurting her, spreading his wings and howling loudly (but not enough to deafen or injure his human. Ancient terrans were so delicate) "LEAVE! LEAVE NOW OR I WILL DISEMBOWEL EACH OF YOU AND MOUNT YOUR HEADS ON MY FENCE! I WILL WEAR YOUR SKIN AS CLOAKS AND USE YOUR SHITTY BONES AS DECORATION ON MY ARMOR!"

And, like the cowards they were, the alpha legionaries scrambled out the door, scurrying away like the filthy vermin they were. From the startled yelps and cursing, directly into the Salamander patrol that Urar sent.

Excellent response time, captain. Nadesir held his human tightly, removing his helmet and hiding his face in her neck, trembling. "I am your Vanya. My birth name is Nadesir, but you gifted me the name Vanya the third time we met in the hospital, before we could communicate with each other. Your favorite meal is venison steak with a foraged mushroom and green salad, with homemade bread. During our third year together you gave me this." He pulled out from beneath his armor a small, hand-carved wooden talisman that she'd given him. "You like to knit in the evenings after work, in order to destress. You hum in excitement when you're reading when you find a particularly thrilling passage. You-"

His human pressed two of her small and delicate fingers to his scarred lips, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek "I can definitely tell you're my Vanya. I didn't know that space marines could shapeshift. Do you know who those marines were? I thought the one posing as you was a little off, but I thought that the fake you'd been sulking after an unsuccessful hunt."

"I do not sulk! Besides, when have I ever failed to provide for you?" Nadesir huffed, a small scowl appearing on his face. He was not pouting, no matter what his bonded would claim otherwise. "As for the shapeshifters... Those were Alpha Legionnaires. Spies, thieves. Snakes in the grass who are capable of changing their colorings in order to try and trick others. I don't know why some would come here. This town is small. They like intrigue and causing havoc at a large scale."

"I see... I'm glad that you're home." His human murmured, hugging him tighter. "Stay with me?"

"Always." He promised, dark eyes warm as his grip on her tightened a little. They stayed curled around one another for the rest of the night, falling asleep on the astartes-sized couch.

#night lord #my writing #warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry #space marine husbandry sentience #oc: nadesir #alpha legion #salamander #original astartes characters #happy birthday!

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egrets-not-regrets · 2 months

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Finally Found You. (You Survived.)

Erriox finds the voice in the darkness: Erriox (Iron Warrior OC) meets Lenora (OC) again. From Erriox’s perspective.

Author’s note: I finally finished this! There’s another piece for Erriox and Lenora that I have written and I really wanted to post, but I really needed to get this piece done first since it makes more sense to follow behind Lenora’s perspective of this encounter. Just for fun, here’s the music I listened to while writing this: Yoriichi’s theme from Demon Slayer by Samuel Kim, Middle of the Night by Elley Duhé, and Lend Me Your Voice from the movie, Belle.

Also, dialogue spoken in the Gothic language is in italics.

Tagged: @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts Anyone also interested in being tagged for these stories, please let me know in messages or your comments.

While he was in recovery, Erriox learned many things about this world he ended up in. This was Terra, ancient Terra. He was currently in what the humans called a hospital. His injuries were extensive enough such that he was sent to another facility farther away which was better equipped to handle his wounds. It would only take longer for him to heal enough before so that his body can take care of the rest. Their own body system still worked the same as before and while they still had superhuman recovery from injuries and diseases compared to normal mortals, it’s just that the medical technology at this time was a mix of ancient and modern technology. Diagnoses and treatments for injured Astartes as well as information on Astartes biology were still in development. Interestingly enough, apothecaries from different legions worked alongside each other and their human companions at these hospitals, observing and learning from each other.

It was also in this hospital where he started to gain a basic understanding of the English language, the language mostly spoken in the current region he was in. He was thankful that one of the apothecaries suggested that. It gave him something to do while in the hospital and a kind medical worker gave him some materials to get started. He managed to get the mere basic grasp of the language. It wasn’t easy to say the least, but it was enough to somewhat communicate with the mortals he encountered.

Astartes warriors from different factions and legions started appearing in this world many terran decades ago. The circumstances of how each warrior got there differed, but the feeling that this was some fevered dream that they haven’t woken up from seemed common across the board. The Thousand Sons of Magnus and Lorgar’s Word-Bearers suspected that warp magic was involved and were delving deeply to research this phenomenon. He wondered if this also happened to any of his battle brothers as well. Not that he was particularly enthused about meeting some of them any time soon.

Many of the Astartes were also bonded to mortals of this world as evidenced by the humans passing through the halls of hospital, some accompanied by their bonded Astartes warrior. Unsurprisingly, a number of apothecaries were bonded to human medical workers there as well. Erriox noticed more occurrences of bonded Astartes warriors as he started his journey to find his human once he was discharged. It was a strange phenomenon, something they had very little control over. The Iron Warrior suspected that the owner of that gentle voice that he kept repeating in his mind was his bonded one. He wasn’t sure if it was a true bond with a mortal or rather some obsession that he hung onto in order to mentally move forward during his recovery, but he strongly felt it was the former rather than latter. It was as if instinct was drawing him to where he needed to go. Otherwise, there was little reason why he would attempt to find this voice in the darkness after he recovered. Despite his doubts, Erriox hoped his human would be receptive to their bond once he found them.

Erriox had joined several roaming warbands as he passed through their territories in his travels. Some Astartes of the same legion or chapter tend to group together, forming their own bases. However, because of the strange circumstances and with how randomly the locations each space marine were transported to, it was more common than not that different Astartes of different legions, Chaos and Loyalist, created warbands and worked together. He was slightly concerned about the chaos-tainted Astartes being among the ranks, but outside of the occasional posturing or disagreements, they tend to stick to themselves and cooperate when needed.

It was in the dimming sunset that he finally came across his human’s home. He wasn’t sure what led him there, but he had an inkling that he was at the correct location. A canid came running from the back to the front of the house, growling and barking loudly at him. He continued towards the house unworried, as he knew there was little the canid could do to stop him. It stood its ground, not stopping the incessant barking. That canid had quite the gumption and Erriox approved of the iron that little creature had. Then the door opened and she came out. It was her. Her voice was the one that called to him in the darkness of his unconsciousness. It was her, his bonded one. He knew at that moment, she was his human. In the depths of his beating hearts, his soul roared out to complete the bond. Iron called for it. Iron demanded for its completion.

Erriox watched with some amusement as his human commanded the reluctant canid to go into the house, leaving her vulnerable against him. Somewhat foolish, but brave, he’ll give her that. Not that she needed to fear any harm from him nor worry about being unprotected anymore now that he was here. Three strides was all it took to get close to his human and with a hiss and click, his helmet came off. He watched her eyes widen with recognition. Not giving her a chance to run, Erriox unceremoniously dropped to one knee and roughly pulled her into his arms. He felt her stiffen, and for a brief moment, he thought she would try to leave. She relaxed and pulled back slightly, smiling at him as if welcoming an old friend, bringing up a hand to gently stroke the scars at the side of his face. Erriox closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. He couldn’t even remember when was the last time he received such warmth. She let out a contented sigh and wrapped her arms around his neck, fully relaxing into his embrace. Something felt complete then, like two parts of their bond finally clicking into place.

He pulled her tightly to himself, saying fervently in Gothic not caring if she understood or not, “It is you, my Iron. When I was lost and weak, it was you who kept away the rust. I finally found you.”

His expression softened when he felt her nuzzle back, catching the words “you” and “survived” in her murmur.

She patted his cheek gently with a quiet laugh, “You came just in time. Would you like to have dinner?”

Erriox started, staring at her in surprise. Did she just speak Gothic?

She laughed again, gesturing to follow her into her (their) home, “Come have dinner.”

The Iron Warrior got up, huffed in amusement, and followed her in. He wondered how much of the Gothic language she understood. What a clever human he had!

#space marine husbandry #space marine husbandry sentience #oc: lenora #oc: erriox #iron warrior #my writing

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simsphonysims · 2 years

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Simsphony’s CC LIST - complete

Hi everybody!

The list of CC LINKS from all the creators and packs that I have in my game is something that I wanted to do for the longest time but I've never quite had the time to do it.

So I finally decided to do it for you no matter what and here it is!

From now on you'll be able to find all of my cc here on this list. If I add something to my game I'm going to upload the list, and if I'm using something just once, I'll include the link from that cc in a regular post separately.

Anyways! I'm hoping your life is going to be much easier now!

If you like my work please be so kind and support me on Ko-fi ♡

Love you all and happy simming!

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mac-and-thefox · 8 months

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I wrote a thing. I don't really know what this is honestly. Kind of angst I guess? Mostly just spewing words and rambles and projecting onto Mountain.

Mountain

Strong, steadfast. Stoic and immovable like stone and the roots of Sequoia trees. The immovable object that meets the unstoppable force.

The solid foundation of the pack. The protector and the provider. Dependable, ever-present Mountain.

Every morning he rises to a full day of back breaking work. Overseeing the other abbey earth ghouls, tending the gardens and the orchards that supply the kitchens and feed the abbey. Tending the beehives and listening to the bees as they tell him what areas of the grounds require more of his love and attention.

As the seasons change Mountain is there; pruning trees, cutting and carrying firewood for the abbeys MANY fireplaces, harvesting and helping preserve the fruits of his labors for the winter.

Mountain wills his medicinal garden to grow, and spends painstaking hours harvesting, drying, and preserving herbs for the infirmary.

Mountain does all of this and more with a humble air and a gratitude for the happiness, health, and safety of his pack and church.

Never faltering, never complaining.

When a member of his pack is in need, he is there. When Dew wakes from a nightmare Mountain is there with a hug and a soothing backrub, watching over his beloved mate as he sleeps; a protector and guardian angel over the ghoul he cherishes most dear. When Rain runs out of herbs and salts to put in his baths, a jar appears on his bathroom counter with a waterlily cutting next to it. When Aether and Cumulus run out of their special tea blends that they love to start their mornings with, they find new sachets in their individual cupboards with a small note saying that they are loved. Mountain is there, in the apothecary section of his greenhouse creating the comforts that each of his beloved ghouls and ghoulettes cherish so much.

He proudly shoulders the responsibility of being the backbone of the pack and of the band. The steady, ever-pounding heartbeat that carries Papa's music and his Lord in Hell's message to those that need to hear it.

When Papa calls, when siblings and ghouls alike seek him out for help in whatever task they have he simply nods his head, smiles, and goes to work.

From the sibling who cannot reach a book on the high shelves in the library, to the kit on the ground with a scraped knee and tears in its eyes, to Imperator herself.

Faithful, caring, devoted Mountain.

But they don't see.

They don't see the strain in Mountain's broad shoulders; the burden of responsibility thrust upon them. They don't see him breathless and fatigued, wiping sweat and loose tendrils of soft chestnut hair away from his face as he shoulders his load of fruit tree branches, of firewood, or fresh produce and grains under the baking sun. They don't see him slowly make his way down the stairs from the ghouls' den in the morning, the ache in his joints and back present from yesterday's work. They don't see him wince at night as he lowers himself to his bed to remove his boots after a long day of taking care of his family, fingers gingerly gripping the laces as he tries to avoid touching the blisters on his hands. They don't see the empty jar of soothing, anti-inflammatory herbs because he gave the last of his prepared supply to someone more in need than he.

Mountain doesn't let them see.

Mountain takes pride in the happiness of his family and his papa. He quietly revels in the beauty of the grounds he is charged with caring for, with the gardens and the orchards that provide for the most important beings in his life.

Breaking himself down every night and building himself back up every morning.

All for them.

But for them, Mountain can always carry more.

Is it selfish to take pleasure in watching his family and his Abbey enjoy the fruits of his labors? Perhaps, but it's okay.

For his pack, his Papa, his family, Mountain would fight God and the archangels. They are his. And he is theirs.

Protector, provider, and guardian.

#mac's thoughts #first fic #mountain ghoul #the band ghost #something akin to angst...maybe?#I don't really know what this is #so just take it at face value I guess #emotional vibes have been weird this week #mac writes

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deafeninggardenerpanda · 1 month

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🛡️💼🩷🍨 for Remidee (and/or Alexandria)?

🛡️ (Shield) - Which Clash role would your OC pick - Sword Hero, Hammer Lord, Beam Mage, or Doctor Healmore?

Alexandria is the type who would look at what the team needs at that present moment and adapt to any role that's needed of her. i can see her doing well with hammer lord though, for reasons you'll see in the 🩷 question below

💼 (Bag) - Inventory check! What items does your OC typically carry around with them? What do they carry them in?

Remidee keeps lots of bandages and basic ointments on them, as well as some other medical supplies like butterfly stitches, gauze, pain medication, yadayada all that stuff--they're basically a walking first aid kit.

i still maintain they're an apothecary, meaning they only make medicine once someone's already been taken care of by an actual doctor and given a prescription, but no one in dreamland actually knows the goddamn difference between apothecary and Doctor so people end up stopping them and asking them to do doctor things pretty often, to which they reluctantly have also picked up that role as well for a variety of reasons

other than the medical supplies, they're a pretty well-prepared person in general, but they often travel light because they don't go too far from the castle

🩷 (Pink Heart) - If they were a Dream Friend, what would their moveset be like? How much HP do they have? Would they be a strong attacker, or would they take on more of a support role?

remidee is quite weak all around with lower hp as a waddle dee, low attack power, and not very great range. they'd probably be a bit faster and more nimble than the regular spear copy ability though. their main thing is their ability to heal, so i think they'd be a pretty good asset in arena runs actually. terrible otherwise

alexandria, on the other side of the spectrum, is an extremely skilled fighter who knows the value of not showing your cards until you absolutely need to. apart from her skill with her katars, she specializes in some nebula-like attacks. i didn't draw it, but i imagine she has something like the hollow knight dash slash as well

#kirby oc #remidee #lady alexandria #asks #a-stardusted-sky #dgp askgame #my art #TYSM FOR THE ASK THESE WERE SO FUN TO GET TO #i really like how doctor healmore remidee came out everyone look at them #im forcing you to

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gryphonlover · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023 Day 7

Prompt: alleyway

Victim: Four

Words: 907

Notes: It's the anniversary of Shadow's death. Death anniversaries suck, especially if they're for people that you were close to before they died.

Four… couldn't exactly say that he enjoyed doing errand runs, but he also couldn't exactly say that he didn't enjoy doing errand runs. The part of his brain that is, or maybe was, Vio reminded him that the word "apathy" existed.

That seemed to fit. Four was apathetic about doing errand runs.

Sometimes they went well, like when Wild buzzed through town like he was hunting down his Zelda again, and all Four had to do was come along and provide minimal opinions on which fruit was correctly ripe. (He had no idea, he just ate the food and hoped for the best.) Sometimes they went poorly, like when Legend and Warriors both went only to abandon him with the shopping list in favor of stocking up on whatever things they used for personal reasons. (One of the few times they got along.)

So Four wasn't exactly pleased to be shopping with Sky, but he wasn't exactly displeased either. He was distinctly apathetic.

They had been assigned to collect the things that the knights had decided they needed to restock the medical kits with. Sky made the whole process a lot easier, since he knew what he was looking for, and all Four had to do was carry things. Pretty simple.

They had just collected all of the cotton, gauze, and other types of fabrics they needed from one of the shops when something caught Four's eye. Something was off about his shadow today. It leaned just a bit too far towards an alleyway.

Now, Four didn't know a lot of things. He didn't know Lorulean, he didn't know how to suture a wound, and he definitely didn't know how to calculate a trajectory for a flying object. But the thing that he did know was shadows. Only Hylia knew how many hours he had spent staring at his shadow and other people's shadows. Well, shadows in general, really.

…okay, so maybe he'd gotten a little bit obsessed with shadows after the whole Four Sword thing, but that wasn't the point!

The point was that he needed to give Sky an excuse so he could go into that alleyway and figure out what was going on with his stupid shadow.

A nudge to his shoulder jolted him out of his thoughts.

"Um."

"Are you okay?" Sky asked, concern evident on his face. "You seemed a bit…"

"I'm fine!" Four protested. "It's nothing, I just… need to take a breather. You know."

Sky seemed suspicious, but nodded. "Alright. Do you want to sit down at one of the benches we passed earlier?"

Four shook his head. "No, I'll be fine, you go ahead and I'll catch up with you at the apothecary's shop." He punctuated the statement with a smile that he hoped was convincing enough.

Sky didn't really look convinced, but he relented. "Alright. But if I finish up, and you're not there yet, then I'm coming to find you."

Four resisted the urge to roll his eyes and settled for a sigh. "I can handle myself."

Sky raised an eyebrow.

"I know, I know, teamwork, blah blah blah, just… just go, okay? I promise it won't take long."

Sky hesitated at the sound of weariness in his brother's voice, but left him alone like he'd said he would.

Four's shoulders sagged. Goddesses, he felt tired. He… he missed Shadow.

He shook himself out of his thoughts, pulling himself out of the reverie he could feel himself slipping into as he rearranged the things in his bag. He peeked into the alleway, his shadow stretching unnaturally towards a corner in the back with a couple of empty wooden crates.

The alleyway was your normal alleyway, not very wide, and not very well-lit. Why Shadow– his shadow wanted to go there, he didn't know, but he cautiously creeped forward anyway. He ran a hand along the rough brick wall to his left, memories of the time Vio had taken Shadow out on "dates" before… he rubbed a hand across his face. Now was not a great time to have a mental breakdown.

He grabbed one of the crates and set it upright, sitting down on it. The wood was pale and rough, but more than sturdy enough to hold his weight. He had put on a little weight with Wild's cooking, but he'd never weighed very much to begin with.

His shadow wavered on the wall across from him, and if he squinted, he could almost make out a thin sliver of light that sort of danced across it like a smile.

Just like his smile. It had been a while since he'd thought about Shadow last, but now everything trickled back into his mind. Every time Blue had cursed Shadow out, every time Red had tried to hug him, every time Green had rolled his eyes at a joke, every time Vio had read a book to him… the resulting swirl of emotions was overwhelming, and he found himself staring at the wall as tears rolled down his face, paralyzed by the strength of what he was feeling.

He didn't bother to try and keep track of the time, and sure enough, Sky showed up just as he'd said he would.

Four didn't have it in him to explain. All he could do was look despairingly at Sky and allow himself to be gently led back to camp to grieve in peace.

#linked universe #legend of zelda #lu four #lu sky #lu shadow #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #fanfiction #gryphon writes #grief #death anniversary

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nanistar · 3 months

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if moonclan doesnt rly keep track of time when do they decide kits become apprentices? is it when they reach a certain size or just vibes? do litter mates sometimes start training at different times? (i love the comic btw!)

hiii! moonclan is able to tell some rudimentary time by paying attention to the purple mushrooms, which tend to flare up/glow brighter around the time of a full moon (Not that they know what that is) usually the apothecary will keep track of stuff moon-to-moon to track things like pregnancies and kitten age.

because moonclan has no nursery, kits don't really have a "safe" area to be confined. they are taught to swim and fish for food as soon as they are weened + can be trusted not to die around water, usually 3 months or so but that's not a hard rule-- so sometimes littermates will start this stage at different ages. from there, they are expected to do odd jobs around camp and help out where they can. they might spend some time with webwhisker to learn about life cycles and religious stuff (more on this in canon later) or they might shadow their parent/s in some of the safer lower tunnels so they can get a head start on learning the routes.

there's no real rule about kits being 6 moons old before beginning their training. there's not a lot of fighting or hunting to learn, moonclan has no enemies other than the occasional rat or bat that makes it too far in the caves. and they don't usually hunt except the aforementioned rats and bats. they fish for little cave fishes. so the main thing they learn in training is navigating the caves, collecting scrap, and how to determine if a cavern is safe to go into basically. spot signs of cave ins and rockfalls.

moonclan life is incredibly slow. cats don't get up and hunt and patrol or do some other busy job like they might on the surface. they sometimes will do nothing but hang out and chat for days on end. no need to go out and hunt since they get all their food from the lake in camp.

the leader is the one to "officially" appoint apprentices and mentors and to make warriors, so with bonestar disappearing for moons on end sometimes things like aging up ceremonies get delayed. they will still go on and do the job as appropriate, but they will just be called by the same name. rubblekit is 8 months old and should be an apprentice, and webwhisker is training him as one, but he still goes by -kit for the time being. ratpaw and minnowpaw are both old enough to be warriors, and are treated as such.

oh that got long. oops

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