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super-ion · 1 year

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Apple & Spindle

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Rose let out a breath and double checked her work. The last time she had tried a dream walking spell it failed spectacularly and she had nightmares for a week. She was fairly certain she knew what had gone wrong.

She was fifteen, a week shy of sixteen. To her bafflement, Briar was excited about the prospect of the upcoming party. He rambled on about all the planning during their free time between his tutoring sessions and various training. Another year closer to eighteen and it still didn't quell his enthusiasm for life. If it had been her, she would have been crushed under the sense of impending doom.

As it was, she had dedicated almost all of her spare time the past year researching sleeping and dreaming spells.

After taking on her position as Briar's handmaiden, her first order of business had been identifying spells and potions to halt puberty in its tracks for the two of them. After a few initial setbacks, she had managed to devise a regimen for both of them. Her body had begun softening and rounding in a way that made her feel like herself for the first time in her life.

The second order of business had been to tackle Briar's curse. He continued to insist that many had tried and it was likely a waste of time, but fueled by a teenager's conviction, she plowed headlong into the problem. Almost a year later, she finally conceded that there was little to do about the fae magic with the knowledge currently available in the palace library.

But she would not give up on her best friend so easily. In her research, she had realized that even in an endless sleep, Briar would still dream. If he dreamt then there was theoretically a way to communicate with him, hence her research into dreaming spells.

She inspected the open book on the table next to her. During one of her forays into the library stacks, she had chanced upon it - a primer on astral projection and dream walking, misshelved amongst dusty historical records. She had multiple uncanny experiences such as that, finding certain books in unlikely locations exactly when she needed them. She wasn't certain if it was her own budding magic guiding her or something else… perhaps she would look into that after she solved this problem.

Her spell circle matched the diagram in the book, including the rune she had inadvertently reversed in her last attempt. The circle wasn't technically necessary, but it would help focus the spell until she could manage it on her own.

Finally satisfied, she laid down on her bed and willed herself to sleep.

When her dreams did come, she was delighted to discover that the spell had succeeded. She found herself able to step out of her own dreams into a sort of in between place. The book had described it as a place where dreams touched the astral realm. To Rose's human mind, it appeared to her as a endless void, pinpricked with bright lights like stars that were individual sleepers.

She fixed Briar in her mind and felt herself being drawn to one light in particular. The dream resolved around her and she found herself standing atop a cliff that overlooked the sea. The sky and the water were impossibly blue, nothing at all like the holiday they had spent by the shore last summer when it had rained all week.

She was alarmed to find arms wrapped around her waist in a way that was far too intimate. She twisted around and found herself facing Briar. Even in the dream, she was several inches taller than him, and he looked up at her with a soft expression.

Oh no, what kind of dream had she accidentally wandered into?

They were far too close now. Her heart thrilled in mixed excitement and terror.

He leaned in closer and she panicked. She shoved him off the cliff and the dream unraveled around her as he woke up.

Briar awoke groggily to sunlight streaming in through the window. It had taken quite a while for him to fall back asleep after a dream in which Rose had apparently tried to murder him.

On cue, he heard the door to his suite open as Rose brought breakfast. She didn't knock on his bedroom door as she normally did. Something was clearly amiss.

He peeled himself out of bed and threw on a robe. As he emerged, Rose had already set the table and begun eating without him. She cast him a glance that was somehow simultaneously embarrassed and indignant and said nothing as she busied herself with her own breakfast.

He cautiously sat. She had been practically vibrating with excitement when she had bidden him good night the prior evening. Perhaps the spell had failed again?

Or perhaps she had been successful…

"So…" he began. "I had an interesting dream last night."

She blushed furiously.

"So it worked?" He said, excitement creeping into his voice.

"It worked," she replied, a small smile creeping onto her face. She never could keep her satisfaction from showing when she solved a particularly difficult problem.

"That's great!" he said. He nearly leapt to his feet to embrace her, but recalled the specifics of the dream.

Judging by the slight tension around her eyes, she was thinking the same things he was.

"This is weird," he said. "Can we just pretend that it worked and forget the specifics of it?"

She relaxed her shoulders, "yes… let's do that. And maybe we don't do that again… except in case of emergency."

"Oh yes, emergencies only," he agreed, chuckling nervously. Gods, what if she'd seen him with someone else? Would that have been better or worse? It wasn't like she was the only one he dreamed about.

She let out a small laugh and tension eased out of him that he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Her friendship was something too valuable to mess up with romance. He'd already been through a few breakups and Rose had always been there to listen to his woes and tell him to snap out of his misery.

Speaking of…

"So…" he began. "I've seen you talking with Narissa during my sparring sessions."

She froze, eyes widening like some woodland creature.

"She and I have spoken," she said cautiously.

"Do you think there might be a spark there?"

Rose's face flushed, confirming his suspicions.

"Oh, I don't know…" she said, uncharacteristically bashfully.

"Rose, my friend," he sighed. "If she's interested you should act on it, get out of the library and enjoy something nice for once. "

"I like the library," she mumbled. "Besides, I think she's only talking to me to try to get close to you."

"Okay, what about Claude or Callum? They seem like they'd be inclined to spend long evenings in the library."

Her blush somehow deepened.

"Why are you so invested in my love life or lack thereof?"

He chewed his cheek. He had perhaps prodded too hard, but this conversation was bound to happen eventually, even before the encounter in his dream.

"Because I don't want you to be alone."

Her mouth dropped open and she blinked at him before making a choked, "What?"

"Two years," he said. "Plus a week, I guess. That's all I've got. It's not like I'm dying or anything, but it won't exactly be living either."

He reached out to take one of her hands.

"Don't get me wrong, I appreciate all the time you've invested in trying to figure this all out. The dream walking spell is a game changer. It's more than anyone's ever done for me and I am eternally grateful for that. I just don't want you spending your life trying to fix me. I want you to live for you."

She looked stricken.

"I'm not asking you to forget me, I just don't want you to forget you."

He walked to a chest and extracted a wrapped parcel.

"I know you don't really do birthdays," he said, walking back to her, "but I wanted to get you something special for being there for me… for being my friend."

She took the parcel somewhat reluctantly, but he did note the spark of curiosity in her eyes.

With quick precise motions, she undid the ribbon and neatly opened the wrapping. She peered inside and gasped slightly. With trembling hands she drew out the gown, running her fingers through the midnight blue silk. It had taken a considerable about of charm and discretion to extract Rose's measurements from the court tailor and commission the dress.

"It's a gown," he replied. "I was hoping you'd wear it to the birthday feast. I want you to enjoy yourself."

"Briar… what is this?"

Rose fidgeted in her seat. She smoothed her dress for the hundredth time and began reaching to touch her hair.

"The hair is fine," she reminded herself, jerking her hands back.

It wasn't like this was the first time she'd worn a dress in public, she wore one every day, but the one she wore every day was meant to be overlooked. When she wore her livery, she was just another palace staff member.

This was something else entirely. The gown Briar had given her was beautiful, fitting her perfectly, accenting certain proportions of her body and downplaying others. It was meant to be noticed. She'd agonized over whether or not to wear it for days, but it turned out that enough of Briar's boldness had rubbed off on her. A girl only turned sixteen once after all.

But one hurdle remained: Hilde. Her stepmother certainly knew about her by now, it hadn't exactly been practical or even possible to hide from her every day for the past two years. They'd pass in the hallways on occasion, Hilde's eyes would occasionally double take. And the witch certainly knew about the spells and potions that Rose had been using. Hilde had never said a word, just briefly regarded her with indifference bordering on disdain. As far as she knew, Hilde didn't even know her name.

The door to her stepmother's room opened and the witch swept out, graceful and breathtaking, perfectly composed as always.

Her gaze passed Rose and froze. She blanched and raised a hand to her heart. Her expression was something Rose had never seen. Seeing Rose had put her off balance.

After a moment Hilde cleared her throat and collected herself.

"F-"

"Rosamund," she interrupted. "My name, I mean… just call me Rosamund."

The woman arched an eyebrow.

"And you're wearing that?"

Rose couldn't tell if it was a question or an observation, so she nodded and averted her eyes from her stepmother's piercing gaze.

"Very well," she said without a second glance.

Hilde swept out of the room, Rose hurried to follow her. Parts of that interaction went over as she suspected they would, but Hilde's startlement at seeing her was completely unexpected. In Rose's experience, it took quite a lot to crack her chilly facade. She'd acted like she'd seen a ghost.

Rose was mulling those thoughts as the door to Anders' room opened. The court wizard gave them both respectful nods, not even really noticing Rose, before falling in with them. The three of them shared the table reserved for magicians at court functions. Occasionally a temp or two would join them, but the table was rarely more than half full. Rose supposed the table had filled regularly when Briar was younger and magicians by the dozen made the pilgrimage to attempt to break the curse.

She played over the conversation she had with Briar. He had all but asked her to give up on him. The worst part was he had been right. If the best magicians in the land couldn't break the curse, what hope did she have? At least they had the dream walking spell now, so she wouldn't lose him completely.

Her thoughts wandered back to the dream as they often had in the past week. None of it had been real, but her mind had conjured the feel of his arms around her, the thrill of the nearness of him. What would it be like to be held like that in truth?

But at some point in the last year, they had reached some unspoken agreement that that particular line shouldn't be crossed. Despite any shared attraction between them, he insisted on maintaining distance in that regard and she obliged him. Maybe it was for the best, judging by the way he had begun flitting in and out of relationships of late. It was as if he were determined to live as much life as possible.

And if she could have him, what then? He would fall into an endless sleep and all they would have would be shared dreams. She would never feel his real arms around her, or his real lips against hers. She knew in her heart that the dream would be enough, just as she knew he would never accept that life for her.

For now, she did promise Briar that she would try to have a good time tonight.

She sighed as they reached the ballroom. That was a problem that would need solving eventually. She could wait.

#transgender #trans fairy tale #fairy tale inspired #my writing #fantasy

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taocc-updates · 3 days

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The Fruit of the Spirit is Not A Lemonade - Character Post

Name: Lemonade Gender: Male, He/Him Species: Fae, Human Origin Titles: Moderator (Antiquity), Artificer. Powers: Control of nature, shapeshifting Skills and other notes: Deaf in one ear, doesn’t like people knowing details about him. “Lemonade” is not his real name. Good at singing, cooking, and potion-making. Something of a polymath, but hates math. Friends: Neb, Minimi, Void(?), Cardlan, Kade Partner: Dark Ex: Reverie Mod: @the-moth-from-elsewhere Art Credit: Elsewhere

Name: Neb Gender: Non-binary (They/them) Species: Liminal Being, Human Origin Titles: None Powers: Eldritch horror stuff, unspecified Skills and other notes: Can use antennae to sense air vibrations. Can no-clip. Lives in the liminal spaces. Being chased around by a weird “entity”. Friends: Cardlan, Lemonade, Alpenglow(?) Enemies: “The Entity” “It’s complicated”: Kopi Mod: @mod-autumn Art Credit: Autumn

Name: Cardlan Gender: Female (She/her) Species: Card Lady, AI Titles: The Card Lady, Moderator AI (Solitaire) Powers: The cards do various magical things. She has similar reality-warping powers to Caine. Skills and other notes: Very egotistical. Her sexuality is listed as “the mirror.” Very good at DDR. Friends: Lemonade, Neb Incredibly one sided rivalry: Kade Mod: @feiar (formerly @/modjoof / @/joofie404) Art credit: @/joofie404

Name: “Dark” Gender: Female (she/her) Species: Ink Being, AI Titles: None Powers: powerful, but these powers are mostly unspecified other than minor shapeshifting, levitation, and summoning pastries. Skills and other notes: Good at singing. Very clingy. Wracked with guilt from some event in her past. Partner: Lemonade Brother: Void Mod: @blepxiee Art credit: @/blepxiee

Name: “Void” Gender: Unspecified (he/any) Species: Ink being, AI Titles: None Powers: Same as Dark. Skills and other notes: Good with makeup, flamboyant. Holds a grudge against his sister. His real name is (presumed to be) Oliver. Friends: Neb, Lemonade Sister: Dark Mod: @/blepxiee

Name: Minimi Gender: Female(?) (she/they) Species: Mime(?), Human Origin Titles: None Powers: Unknown, minor telepathy Skills and other notes: A very minor character, but has a lot of lore. Spent a long time abstracted in the cellar. Friends: Lemonade “It’s complicated”: Cardlan Mod: @modjoof (subject to change in the near future) Art credit: Joofie, Elsewhere (respectively)

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Name: Lady Reverie Gender: Female (she/her) Species: Fae, Human Origin Titles: Moderator (Antiquity), Guidance Anon Powers: Control of nature, shapeshifting, skilled at lie detection, otherwise unspecified. Skills and other notes: Mostly amnesiac, constant nightmares, Has been almost everywhere in the digital worlds. Loves to ramble. Her favorite food is peaches. Partner: Sophronius Enemies: Acacius Mod: Elsewhere Art Credit: Elsewhere

Name: Sophronius Gender: Male (he/him) Species: Centaur, Embodiment of Reason, AI Titles: Voice of Reason, Reason anon, Certified Gentleman (TM) Powers: Omnipresence, telepathy, more but unspecified. Skills and other notes: Impeccable manners, likes peaches and macarons, just a bit socially inept Partner: Reverie Friends: Mix, Silhouette(?) Enemies: Acacius Mod: @fields-of-lilies-are-pretty Art credit: Lily, Blepxiee

Name: Acacius Gender: Male (i think?) Species: Embodiment of Irrationality Titles: Voice of Ignorance Powers: Possession, constant shapeshifting, being the freaking worst Skills and other notes: Has no consistent physical form. Likes to be a crow. Certified biscuit. Enemies: Sophro, everyone Mod: Lily Art credit: Lily

#the moth speaks #The lore post saga #The lore post saga - characters #The fruit of the spirit is not a lemonade #One down. A billion to go.

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mortuscunningham · 9 months

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hullo, ya'll! this blog is for all of my art, but mostly just reblogging cool art and funny memes. this is my master post!

i'mm start with a little get to know me:

name: Mortus (nicknames and petnames welcome and appreciated)

age: 18 (November 4th)

pronouns: they/it (fae/zer/star/void)

rainbow: acearo, agender (i'mma triple aaa batery :3)

favorite animals: sloths, chicjens, cats, bats, snakes, and aye ayes :3

favorite scent: coconut! i am obsessed

favorite quotes:

"No matter how ridiculous the odds may seem, within us resides the power to overcome these challenges and achieve something beautiful... and one day we will look back at where we started, and be amazed by how far we've come" -Technoblade

"I don't need you to respect me; I respect me. I don't need you to love me; I love me. I just want you to know you can know me if you change your mind." -Steven Universe

favorite color: green

least favorite color: green

worst fear: ants, worms, hospitals

a song that makes you cry: "Treehouse" by Alex G; there are memories attached.

a song that makes you happy: "The Milk Carton" by Madilyn Mei and "yellows and blue" by downsides

favorite art supplies: soft pastels, but i also like pen and colored pencils

digital or traditional: it's super close, but traditional! i love working with pastels and sketching and just creating stuff without intent on a physical paper that i can hold and touch. it's got a special place in my heart.

fandoms (too many): Undertale/UTMV, Hermitcraft, SCP Foundation (vaguely), S&D Tier by Lighthouse Raiders (vaguely), The Owl House (vaguely), DSMP (formerly, mostly. Technoblade never dies o7), FNAF (formerly), 7DS (vaguely and formerly), Warrior Cats (formerly) (but it was my first fandom experience, so it has a special place in my heart), and there are others.

feel free to chat with me and stuff. i'm willing to beta read most anything and help out wherever i can, within reason of course. i'm a generally friendly, although a wee socially awkward, person. i am open to any questions, comments, or concerns. my asks are most usually open.

please dni if you are a biggot or anti, argumentative or hateful, or simply do not enjoy my existence or content. remember your own mental health; if you don't like it, don't consume it, and definitely don't complain to me about it. all of my posts that require any warnings will have them (please feel free to dm me if i should add anything). if you have any problems with me, please privatly let me know. i don't like nor have the energy for drama.

my tags:

#mortus draws is for my art stuffs

#mortus writes is for any posts that are writing or link to and of my stories

#mortus tagents is for any random, rambly posts about whatever

#mortus reblogs is for my reblogged stuff. i do that a lot!

#mortus answers is for answering asks, of course!

#mortus simps does not exist because i do not simp. nope.

anyways, please check out my linktree to find me elsewhere and enjoy my works! have a day :)

#art #author #i was color happy this post #get to know me #mortus tangents

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y0d00p · 11 months

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Hello and how are you? Never really talked with you, but I think 'yer pretty cool!

I've dumped Morpho Knight essays into other people ask boxes, but I don't really feel like doing that today, so let me just ask: Do you think Morpho Knight is evil?

I vaguely remember you saying something about liking feminine interpretations of it, and let me just say I LOVE femme Morphos. You're probably ALSO already seen me rambling about why it's most certainly a villain, but hey? What if one were to combine both ideas?

A sort of malevolent faerie, so to speak? Like a siren, that drowns men with its beautiful voice. An enchanting sort of grim reaper that you can't help but fall for.

heya! i'm hanging in there, i think you seem cool too so i'm happy to chat :)

oooo that's a really good idea, i like that! my partner and i do have an AU where Morpho is a proper selfish tricky fae, they become fixated on Galacta and steal his name (he gave it up instantly because he's an idiot that doesn't know how to interact with fae)

i'm gonna disappoint you though because my default Morpho is benevolent/friendly lol, or at least like, not evil or hostile. i realize canonically they're a villain, but i've become much too attached to the character i made out of them + Morphogala to change it at this point

i'm wishy washy on the details but their role is some kind of deity/fairy/devil thing that one can seek favours from in exchange for... your soul i guess? the idea being Galacta went to them Back In The Day in search of power to defeat/seal Void Termina, but got sealed up before Morpho could collect their end of the deal

so Morpho kinda hovered around and watched him during his imprisonment. they felt for him because he made a Noble Sacrifice (giving up his soul for the power to save the universe) only to be betrayed (sealed because the universe he saved feared his power), and grew further attached to him as they watched over him

i think the idea is that... Morpho offered him an out from the imprisonment, but of course that would end in him giving up his soul, and he wasn't ready for that until Star Allies? but of course by the time he finally gives up and accepts death (or soullessness, or whatever that entails), Morpho has kind of fallen for him and instead "spares" him by sharing the soul with him instead, giving themself a physical body to be with him as well

#hc #kirby #morpho knight #galacta knight #morphogala

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justafeweggnoodles · 3 months

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How a star ended up in a simulation

or me rambling about Dawn's backstory / how she got here!!

(note that the story of everything's interconnected does not cover / include seasons of hermitcraft before s8)

Okay so ground works, the hermits are being transported to a new world via a spaceship thing with all of the hermits in a vr simulation. Before the simulation gets booted up the people piloting pick up into 2 different people floating in space. :D

They knew they where going to pick a girl up by the name of Pearlescentmoon but the other girl was weird, there isn't just people in the void of space normally. Dawn had accepted the offer of a ride and got put into the simulation.

If you guessed the simulation is hermitcraft season 8 then you would be right. I remember seeing something to do with s8 being a simulation somewhere ages ago (like a bit after the finale of S8) and it stuck in my brain so now it's in Everything's Interconnected AU.

Also like before join the simulation Dawn was running away, kinda not really ummm, taking a break from annoying family members. Which makes sense, cause Dawn is one of 12 kids (each are named after a different zodiac sign and have different coloured fire). Her mother is the queen / ruler of the space fae. Im thinking that Dawn and her siblings had quite military education, but it's not super important.

Do people go looking for Dawn? I mean prob but she is an adult, she did say she was going to gone for a while and space fae age at like galactic standards (so like star / galaxy life times :D) so its going to be a while before anyone gets concerned. She isn't the oldest or even close to it, im thinking she might be the youngest but it might make more sense for her to be the second or third youngest.

Dawn did make an impulse decision to join Hermitcraft s8 but enjoyed it, made some really close friends, made a pact with herself to protect someone, then ended up on empires s2 to monitor them and stayed around for season 9 cause she thought the first on was a blast.

Also guys there is a Dawn art work coming its just taking a while, so like look forward to that :D :3

#Everything's Interconnected AU #hermitcraft gem #hermitcraft au #hermitcraft s8 #hermitcraft s9 #hermitcraft season 9 #geminitay

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yellow-faerie · 11 months

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Just trying to sleep but thinking about a Hiccstrid accidental marriage au instead <3

#snotlout gets the axe #had such potential #anyway hiccstrid getting actually accidentally married in this episode is a fic I think I read #but I cannot find again #but it's alright! for I shall write it myself lol #Hiccstrid #HTTYD #HTTYD Films #Fae Rambles Into The Void #Queued

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charonyx · 4 months

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Facing Twisted Wonderland Chapter 7 - Part 6 (scared)

Okay, I've successfully avoided spoilers for this newest release and waiting to play it. Get kinda scared in posting stuff, but for this newest part, I want to throw my thoughts and feelings out into the void. I'll be playing and reading a translation of the story and posting my thoughts throughout the story. Once it's done, I'll finish up with some predictions and just post.

As for my predictions, I think this is the last part that we'll be spending in Lilia's dreams. Maybe we'll get to see Maleficia? Will Silver ever tell Malleus that he is the son of the man who slayed his mother? Where is Levan? Are the Crowley = Levaan theories true? If so, how has Lilia not recognized one of his most precious people from Briar Valley? Is Lilia really going to the Land of the Red Dragon to try to find clues of Levaan? Is Meleanor really dead? Will we get to see even a glimpse of anyone else's dreams? How is Ortho doing on his mission? And will we see Idia snap out of his dream? Where is Meleanor's Princess Glow now? That seemed like a last minute macguffin that was thrown in hasn't been mentioned much since we were going through Silver and Sebek's feelings train.

I don't think the majority of my questions will be answered in this part or chapter, but I just wanted to write it down and see if my perspective will change based on the contents of this part.

Anyway, enough rambling and spiraling, time to begin!

AHHH, Sebek wasn't planning on showcasing his unique magic until he had perfected it, but, of course, Silver was in danger and desperately needed help. UGHHHH they're bond!!!!!

Oh???? They're finally adressing why Lilia's dream has been full of pain when Malleus should be giving everyone a happy dream? Ok, so Sebek proposes that maybe Malleus can't monitor Lilia's dream. The only reason I can think of is that he doesn't even truly EXIST in this time so he can't summon a Malleus to keep watch there? Or there could be some sort of lock that Malleus can't go past to look into Lilia's dreams/memories? IDK

Still not over Tamago-sama XD

Ah, the Zigvolts wanting to swallow people whole. Classic.

OOOOOOOoooooo. Sebek responding to the Silver Owls that being human or fae doesn't matter, just that they don't like them! Baby croc is growing and realizing the flaw in his prejudices! :D

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh. SEBEK WANTS TO PROTECT WHATS IMPORNTANT TO HIM AND HE WANTS TO STAY WITH HIS GRANDPAPA!!!!! hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

ooooo we see Sebek with his hair down in the main story! Nice.

Freakin' Baul being a tsundere grandpa to Sebek. So cute.

Wooo Sebek magical girl armor transformation!

CROC FAM CROC FAM CROC FAM!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHKJFEHKUKEHFKEHJ WE'RE HOLDING TAMAGOSAMA!!!! MALLEUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Aww a little kid wanted thought Silver defeated Lilia and is throwing little stones to try and protect Lilia.

Awwwwwww, Silver repaying Lilia's love in carrying him home when Silver ran away. Your Honor, they're both so sweet!!!

Grim protected us from an arrow! Love you Grimmy :3

SEBEK!!! AND BAUL!!!! SEBEK USING HIS UM AGAIN, FOR SILVER AGAIN, EVEN WHEN HE GETS WEAK AFTER USING IT!!!!!!!

Did Meleanor overblot too?!?! Sebek and Silver said thorns appeared around her castle, like Malleus to Sage's Island...

With Sebek showing off his armor I just imagine him spinning around with a smug look on his face, then striking a pose. What a dork lol

LOL THEY JUST LEFT HIM RAMBLING ABOUT HIS ARMOR. Oh poor Sebek, he just wants praise!

Maleficia's dominion looks so majestic

NOOOO WE'RE FIGHTING AS MELEANOR AGAIN!!!!!!!AND THIS TIME THEYRE MORE EQUALLY MATCHEDFUGDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NO HES BEATING HER

THEY'RE THROWING LIGHT BEAMS AT EACH OTHER

It's dawn...

Lilia's cries of anguish :(

10 more chapters left...

Who are these green lights???? And they confirmed her passing as her returning to the stars...

OH THE SENATE. I remember Malleus once mentioned that they have a senate in Briar Valley in an event or card.

OH AND NOW THEY'RE MAKING LILIA FEEL GUILTY FOR LEAVING THEIR CHARGE BEHIND, sure don't care about them grieving right now

Eff you and your "pride"

WHHHHHHHHAT THEY JUST TOOK MALLEUS AWAY

So they banned him from living in the capital and he only ever went on official business or with an invitation to the royal castle. Did he eventually raise Malleus? Or did the senate find a way to hatch him after 200 years?

lol Silver dragging Sebek along while his hand is around his mouth

Oh shit. If Malleus keeps on rejecting Maleficia's magic, then he'll die Is this why Lilia is low on magic now? Has he spent tons of his magic in trying to incubate the egg? If so, then if Malleus ever finds out...the guilt and self-hatred he'll feel...

So that's why he traveled around the world before Malleus hatched. He was trying to find ways in which Malleus can be born

OH? Malleus is glowing?

Ok, so Lilia visited the City of Flowers and met with fae prejudice. Hmm, when he told us that he visited the City of Flowers in the Glorious Masquerade, he looked so cheerful and I totally felt that he had fond memories of the place. He's very good at hiding his past with a smile, making us not worry about him since he's just silly bat dad. Oh Lilia...

Also visiting the Scalding Sands. When talking to Tamago-sama, he started using his happy voice from the present, so I'm guessing he started acting positive and speaking in that cheerful manner due to counting stories to Malleus?

Meleanor's lullaby once again...

So he learned his UM in his travels? Wow

Good, he met people who saved him from the snow and were kind. ACCEPT THE WARMTH LILIA. You deserve so much for travelling so many years

Don't die Malleus

Lilia can hear Malleus screeching!

Oh, Malleus is throwing out lightning that Lilia keeps dodging, just like Meleanor did. And Lilia knows how to handle people throwing tantrums and rages. Ah, my heart

Even in an egg, Malleus has felt so much loneliness and, right now, Lilia is persevering in the face of Malleus' cries

fudgeeeeeeee. So, near Malleus hatching, he did give him as much magic as necessary to get him out and into the world.

Ohh what a cute little bean!

OH MY GOSH. LILIA!!!! HIS CRYING HIS RELIEF THAT EVERYTHING HE DID, TRAVELING THE WORLD, ENDURING HATRED, NOT LETTING HIMSELF WITHER AWAY OVER MELEANOR AND LEVAAN WASN'T FOR NOTHING.

OH SHOOT, i forgot we were all watching oops

UGHHHHH THE SENATE

And now that Malleus is born in his dream, this is a part Malleus actually remembers so he's in his dream now! It's been so long 🥺but, in this circumstance we need you back Malleus!

OH SHIIIIIIIIII- I mean, his hatred of the senate is fine, but SHOOOOOOOOT now he knows about how Lilia gave his lifeforce to him and that it was hidden from him. And he's even angry with his grandma...

The way I screeched when Silver came on screen and was facing Malleus oooooof

And now we're playing tag with Malleus :D

OH SHIZ the last stage is a battle! Aigh, time to see how this ends for now

Welp, time to leave it on auto and lose to Malleus :DD

Oh! The sweet music is playing again!

Ok, now we're moving to another dream. Maybe Idia? Since Ignihyde is supposed to play a role. Ortho is definitely in action, but Idia is still dreaming

Ortho?

How is he projecting himself into a dream?!?! Technology beyond mortal comprehension?

So, Ortho woke Idia up???? Or something???

Alright, well, I guess that's it for this part. Umm, tons of Lilia backstory which I loved and we were able to see present Malleus now! So! That's! Cool!

So, predictions from what my brain can even conjure at this moment. Team up with Idia and Ortho, maybe Idia will be able to create some sort of super weapon that can help us defeat Malleus? That's all I got. My brain is a bit mush right now. Anyway. Uhh, hope any person enjoyed this...mess.

#twisted wonderland chapter 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland chapter 7 part 6 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #im losing my mind

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blade-that-weeps · 10 months

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Post-Amh Araeng

Shadowbringers MSQ progress gabbling below! Spoilers, obviously. This is very rambling and unstructured, as a warning.

So I’ve been scrabbling my way through the content, and having a delightful time having my heart repeatedly kicked by emotions.

Il Mheg was not as annoying as I thought it would be (I’m Irish born and bred so foreign takes on the lore and adaptions of it can be...Trying lmao) and I actually appreciated seeing some of the nods to the mythology it’s clearly inspired by. The accents were tough though. Yeesh.

The Fuath (which is Irish for hatred) being an analog for the Fomorians, the sea-dwelling race of monsters that were at odds with the Tuatha de Danann, who were a deific race often associated with the sidhe/the fae, and the pixies/others Il Mheg inhabitants not getting along with them was a nice touch. Also enjoyed most of the mobs in the Fuath dungeon being named for Celtic creatures associated with water or generally drowning people. Aenc Thon’s ‘form of terror’ being the model FFXIV used for Cu Chulainn in the Void Ark raid made sense, because Cu Chulainn is our big mythic cycle tragic hero figure, infamous for having a monstrous battle form. (Still hate that they made him a gross tentacle monster though) Aenc Thon, leader figure of the Fuath, having a metal arm/prosthetic likely being a nod to Nuada Airgetlam, the Tuatha de Danann king who had his arm cut off and replaced with a silver one. The fixation on obligation/debt, not giving the fae your name, the passing of position to the one that vanquishes the holder, all the little things. Also Feo Ul is darling, I adore a rabidly possessive creature, so when they went from regular cheery pixie voice to ragged snarly MINE, I was amused. I wanted to shake Thancred and have Urianger sit him down to teach him how to use his words, how to emotion right, and how to communicate his feelings. Mini-fillia (now Ryne) is precious and perfect and I desperately wanted my WoL to have more chances to be nice to her, and for someone to give her a hug. Okay, so. I know everyone and their dog is obsessed with and probably horny for Emet-Selch but I have to say, he activates the same instinct in me that a rat does a terrier. He’s just so pathetic and his voice is whining and snide and his posture is AWFUL, all his lovingly animated motions are so infuriating. I want to hurl him into a mountain. Enjoyed his little story time with the murals, though, he’s fine when he has actual, like, sincere emotion in his voice. I have been told repeatedly that his story is fantastic, so I’ll cut him a little slack, but I still want to shake him until all his bones fall out. Speaking of secret keeping manipulative figures of mystery, I want to slap the Exarch for not TELLING ME THINGS what is his DEAL. Why is everyone so fucking awful at communicating in this expansion, they need counselling. Also Ran’jit is, like. He’s cool. But he’s cool in the way an action figure is cool. He makes no god damned sense. How is he so monstrously strong? We can kick gods into the sun but a buff geriatric comes along and solos the entire Scion team like they’re nothing. I’m cool with the WoL and co being slapped around if there’s buildup and it makes sense, but this just, I don’t know. It’s jarring? I feel like Ran’jit would have been much better executed if they really leaned on him being a superb, absurdly experienced strategist, really had him outwit and outmaneuver us at every turn. Instead he feels like someone’s crudely inserted OC and it baffles me. I do like the general theme he presents, and the whole foil to Thancred thing, but would love for his power to be contextualised in a satisfactory way. Also that fight with him as Thancred went on for WAY too long oh my goodness. Y’shtola not recognising the WoL was rude as fuck, she’s my favourite Scion and having that reunion be ‘who the fuck is this you brought with you’ was unexpected and a nice way to show that Something Is Amiss in the House of Light. Her not being able to see the night sky when she clearly loves it so much was PAINFUL but Urianger (sweet, good, pure, perfect sexy Urianger) describing it to her was so beautiful. Love little moments like that. The whole duty with the sineater army butchering people, after you raise the Crystarium barriers? Brutal. Loved it. Really made me feel like they were taking the horrors of combat and loss seriously. Ardbert being forced to stand there and watch as people died was agonising. Lyna being betrayed by her own people, and then not mentioning it afterwards was horrendous, the poor woman.

I am going to grind Vauthry’s bloated face into the dirt and relish every second. Fantastic job at making a villain that you really come to revile.

WoL on the verge of exploding because of too much Lightwarden aether is very cool, though I do wonder what exactly the Scions and Exarch plan to do if, you know. The only person strong enough to murder Lightwardens, punt gods around, generally one man army it up, defined by their combat ability. What do they plan to do if that person turns into a Lightwarden? The fuck are they going to do? Sure as hell can’t fight it, and that overabundance of Light aether that’s causing the apocalypse is still there in that case. Seems like the angle Emet is aiming for, but could be a mislead too. He’s slithery. Now I understand why everyone was making Lightwarden/sineater WoL designs for a hot minute.

Just had that...Flashback? Dream? Memory from a different timeline as someone else? After coming back to the Crystarium, post-Amh Araeng, which is what prompted me to vomit all this out before I kept going. That was weird, and the Exarch saying that the Crystal Tower was made possible by the sacrifices that had yet to come about, by heroes that had yet to die, makes me think there’s some sort of time-branch/timeline/AU nonsense afoot. Which is. Concerning, because it’s so rarely handled well, but FF has done time shenanigans in past instalments, so we’ll see. Oh also the reveal that Hydaelyn is a primal was rad, and explains a bunch.

#ffxiv #shadowbringers spoilers #MSQ progress #Amon rambles

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thestarsys · 1 year

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hullo hullo!!

Introduction Post

[pt: hullo hullo!! introduction post. ed pt]

we stand with palestine 🇵🇸🇵🇸

(We will edit this as alters decide to write about themselves!! if an alter wishes to remain annonymous they will, so this may not be extensive. )

Hi, we're the Stars System!! We're a traumagenic system :) Our collective pronouns are he/they, so just use those when referring to us as a whole!! we are a system of gay aspec losers lookit us go! We use i/me or we/us, depends on personal preference of each alter. We're neurodivergent woot woot

we are anti endo!!

Our littles will not be allowed online, nor are they included in the introductions. we want to keep them safe and off of the internet publicly for as long as possible!

We don't have a set DNI, however just so everyone is aware we do have multiple DSMP fictives. As we know this is in many DNI lists, if these things make you uncomfortable please feel free to block us for your comfort!

We have a nonverbal learning disorder! Please use tonetags when interacting to avoid miscommunications (If you don't know tonetags, just please clarify the tonality of things if we ask you to! It's not that hard and it saves us a lot of stress)!

simply plural: The-Stars-System

alters that you might see around (not comprehensive!):

Leo (he/they/xyr/vamp/moth/ink)

-> role: former host -> tag: #leo’s stuff!!

aries (she/her and he/they)

-> role: protector, co-host, anger holder, avenger, caretaker -> tag: #aries’ shit

Mark (they/them)

-> role: introject/factive, caretaker -> tag: #mark’s antics -> source: Ranboolive -> blog: @the-silliest-ranboo-factive

Ric (he/they)

-> role: caretaker -> tag: #ric's rambles

stu (he/him)

-> role: fictive/introject, otherwise unknown -> tag: #stu(pid posts) -> source: stu macher (scream 1996) -> blog: @stu-pid-macher

george (he/they/mush/pix/sleep/doll/🍄)

-> role: introject/fuzztive -> tag: #george's gibberish -> source: c!george/cc!george/fanon!george

damien (he/him)

-> role: introject/fictive, ADHD symptom holder, impulsive thought holder -> tag: damien's dialouge -> source: damien lavey

Prince (he/fae/they/she)

-> role: vent holder, emotional support alter -> tag: #penny for princes thoughts

party poison (they/them)

-> role: temporary host, introject, chronic pain holder, trauma holder -> tag: #party’s parade -> source: Party Poison, Danger Days -> blog: @partymotherfuckinpoison

gerard (he/it/vamp/fang/🩸/🥀)

->role: introject/fucktive, not sharing my other role ->tag: #gerard’s gossip (pronounced “joh-sip” /j) -> source: Gerard Way (Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge era), vampire!gerard

danny (he/him)

-> role: introject, unsure of others -> tag: #danny’s tag idfk -> source: Danny Johnson (Dead by Daylight) -> blog: @dead-by-danny

charlie (he/him)

-> role: factive/introject, mood booster -> tag: #charlie slime's sillies! -> source: cc! Charlie Slimecicle

lethe (he/they/lune/moon/end)

-> role: introject/fictive, memory holder -> tag: #listening to lethe -> source: C!ranboo

Kit (he/they/xyr/vamp/it/kit/paw/boo/end/mew/spooky/any neos)

-> role: anxiety holder, autism symptom holder -> tag: #kit’z comment

leonardo (he/him)

-> role: introject/fictive -> tag: #nardooos posts -> source: ROTTMNT Hamato Leonardo -> blog: @nneon-leonn

Talis (he/they/it/static/trance/wander/blur)

-> role: would rather not specify my role, i speak more about it on my own blog -> tag: #talis' talking -> blog: @talishome

ghost (he/him)

-> role: introject/fictive, trauma holder, intrusive thought holder -> tag: #ghost is girlblogging -> source: ghostface

malachite/mal (he/they/void/it/love/star)

-> role: trauma holder -> tag: #mal mumbles

hobie (uses he/him on himself, doesn't give a fuck what others use)

-> role: introject/fictive, unsure of role and doesn’t care -> tag: #hobie’s rabbiting -> source: Hobie Brown

kitty (she/it/they/he/any neos)

-> role: unspecified role, we call it a cringeholder -> tag: #kitty's corner

miles (he/him)

-> role: introject/fictive, unspecified role -> tag: #miles’ musings -> source: Miles Morales

more later!!

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thebellamybarnesarchive · 2 years

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Old Friends || Ophelia&Bella

When Bella was little her mother had dragged her to her work frequently, the young preppy girl’s family were not nearly as wealthy as the Spauldings but her mother made good money as an interior designer for predominantly rich and powerful politicians. It meant Bella was in the homes of these people too, spending time with their kids. For the Spaulding family this should have meant Ophelia but as Bella was prone to crying whenever she was with her mother it had, inadvertently, been the other Spaulding child she had grown close to.

Now, well, things were different. Bella’s wealth had reach Gates level proportions when her sire passed and everything that was his became hers, she owned a myriad of corporations and businesses, had estate holdings and a stock portfolio that was, in a word, ridiculous. It was nothing she could have accomplished on her own and yet...had. While Ophelia was in a rather opposite scenario. It was strange to know how different the paths their lives had gone down when reflected on. Bella did remember the girl though, with her beautiful long hair that always seemed to sit perfectly, her clothing that Bella could never perceive having a wrinkle on it.

It was perhaps subconscious that Bella had made herself into that kind of girl, never a hair out of place or a piece of clothing ruined by movement. In the local designers showroom, individual pieces hung from their own racks, the place mostly void like any designer store would be - showing off pieces not sizes - Bella stood speaking with the designer, Mugler dress clinging to her form and GCDs heels not yet available for purse beneath her feet. “I mean he was talented but Minho and I didn’t really need to listen to someone ramble on about fae silks for an hour,” Bella told the woman as the sound of the showroom door opening could be heard.

With a slow turn of her head Bella glanced in the direction of it, aware that the design might want to go over but upon spotting Ophelia Bella was a little shocked. Thad had been in town a while but she had imagined Ophelia at some club in New York, doing what she was made for. Even with her perfectly placed clothing and her dark hair styled as it was, Bella saw her long legs and felt inferior. “Ophelia,” she acknowledged. “When did you get to town?”

@opheliasflood

#opheliasflood

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screechingsounds · 2 years

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So, setting stuff.

Tthe world is a dead rock of a planet.

Badlands, and the salt plains surround a lush forest continent. The single bit of life in the world.

An anchient City lies beneath this Forest. It’s ruined water works and sewage the only thing keeping life viable on the planet. Keeping the forest forested.

The city itself was once the size of an entire continent, having expanded as far as it could sideways and then upwards.

Eventually the builders of this city ran out of upwards...

So where do they go?

Which leads to the next feature of this world, the remnants below, the void and the slip.

The remnants below are pockets of city built within artifical realies. Pocket dimensions. Dark, crampt otherworldly slums. Infested with crime, and all that remains of the society which once dominated the planet.

The society who built the city.

Around them is the void, nothing.

Then more concerningly is the slip, which is an unknown.

Which anywho, that’s enough rambling. Onto some art, starting with a crime faction from the remnants below.

A bunch of crime lizards.

The Carrion Cult, from the forest.

Scavs with their Fae Lights, ready to pick from the city beneath the forest.

Finally, the adventuers who are the least fleshed out faction.

Anywho I dont’ want to proof read any of this so hopefully there’s no slip ups.

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notproofread · 1 year

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A Court of Mist and Fury pt. 3

Or in hindsight I know that I was blinded

hi & hello fellow book-lovers and/or fans of the ACOTAR/ACOMAF-series. After a quick break I am back to shout my thoughts into the endless void of book-tumblr. As always please remember that this is just my opinion on the books/story/characters and you do not have to agree with me. Instead please feel welcomed to tell me your thoughts on the matter & read through my other ramblings as well

Now that we have discussed Feyre and Tamlin it is only natural to move on to our third Love-Triangle-Part Rhysand and his Night Court.

Rhysand is literally perfect what the fuck? I like him so much. And I think that this is what makes me so angry about Feyre and Tamlin because obviously Sarah J. Maas is capable of writing characters that make sense, that work well within the world and story. Rhys is interesting, respectful and hard-working, he cares for his friends, his court. And while he can be a bit too cocky and overconfident at times it seems as if he knows his limits, knows what he can and can't do. He has flaws, as any normal human or fae (as perfect as they may seem) has but he acknowledges this. Tamlin seemed to be all that as well in the first book but Rhys is different in the way that he acknowledges Feyre's as well as his own trauma. He is not the picture-perfect love interest, he is a bit morally grey right from the start and he admits to it (shielding his city from everyone to protect it, telling Amarantha the fake name Feyre gave him, being brutal towards the Court of Nightmares, etc.). He talks about his feelings and obviously makes everyone else around him feel like they can own up to their past as well. This dynamic is something that is nice to read through.

Cassian, Mor, Azriel and Amren work so well with him and the Night Court. Their whole group-dynamic is fun and gives off so much found family vibes, it is simply amazing. They work so closely together, each and every single one of them plays their role, in the Court of Dreams as well as in the Court of Nightmares. Feyre gets to know and work with them all individually (some more, some less), so the reader is able to figure out all the dynamics on their own. We get to experience these characters as well as their flaws, fears and to some extent their backgrounds. And what I think is most enjoyable is that there is no "mean" character that picks on the main character just because, which many young adult books like to have (typically another female character and this trope is so old any mysogynistic but that is an entirely different topic lol). Instead we get to experience Mor and Feyre instantly bonding with each other or Feyre being able to prove to Amren that she is useful and more than just a pretty High Fae from the Spring Court. There is so much more to Mor and Amren in general that I instantly fell in love with both of them.

As for Azriel and Cassian I am really excited to see what more they can do. Because they have been established as strong fighters who would die for their friends and the end of ACOMAF has only further proven this. However even though we have been told that Feyre has been training with Cassian we don't get to see the same level of interaction we do with Mor or even with Amren. Same goes for Azriel. It seems like Feyre is kind of all up in their romantic business but not really interacting with both of the men. Since Feyre is the main character and we see the story through her eyes I hope she spends more time with Cassian and Az, so that we as the readers get to see more of them.

The Characters of the Court of Dreams are my favorite so I am glad that the focus of the story was moved to them. Of course not everything about the way they and their interactions are portrayed is perfect but it is much more enjoyable than the Spring Court in the first book. The Night Court is a clear sign that SJM is able to work this out, make characters consistent, likeable even with their flaws and trauma. And that is what I hope to see from the next book(s): characters that act upon their alleged motivation. Make the bad guys act their part if they want to see their enemies destroyed, make them evil, ruthless and cunning. Let morally grey characters be grey, let them have their reasons for doing the things they are doing. Give characters chances to heal, to be better, to turn their lives around. Let there be more to all of their lifes than mates and romantic love (is that a hint for the next part...?)

#good charatcer = good story #if your characters dont make sense its not fun #i love found families #platonic love is so important #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #rhysand #night court #court of dreams #court of nightmares #cassian #azriel #mor #amren #acotar #feyre #tamlin

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