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khoipyan · 2 years

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just relax, but not with me.

gn!reader x jade, floyd who promises they have the perfect face mask for them. unfortunately…

(this is sfw btw as sus as the desc. sounds💀)

warnings; just the tweels being misleading and chaotic as ever.

notes; 2nd post on my new acc after accidentally deleting it, yay… after arguing with helix (@sk2lton) about toothpaste, we finally had a conversation about face masks and how the tweels would… 😇 you can either read the fic first, or read our conversations on vaer blog!

notes2; implied romantic relationship (if you wanna see it as platonic though, i’m not stopping you)

jade leech

you’re sitting down in a chair, wondering why jade texted you and what he needed so urgently. the texts looked a bit like this:

you: jade? what did u need? and why are you texting me on at 2:34 am on a saturday… 💀

jade: Ah, well. I was trying out a new face mask recipe and I’d love for you to come over and try it.

you: it was this urgent that u couldn’t wait until i woke up….????????../><??

jade: Please? :(((((

you: fine, just this once BUT DO NOT WAKE ME UP AT 2 IN THE MORNING AGAIN FOR SHIT LIKE THIS 😭 I WAS HAVING AN AMAZING DREAM.

jade: Thank you, dear :) I will be awaiting your arrival.

so here you are, sitting in a chair in the dark. that is, until jade turns on a lamp in his room.

he has a brush in his right hand, and a container of… face mask in his right. you’re VERY unsure whether or not to trust him..

“jade… what is that?” you’re extremely concerned. the ‘face mask’ looks… questionable.

he smiles at you, “it’s the new face mask i’ve fabricated. there’s no turning back now, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

you want to turn back. something in his tone of voice was telling you to run away, but you couldn’t figure out what it was. well, you only live once!

“alright, just get it over with.”

you’ve never seen jade so pleased in his life.

“so? was it to your liking?”

everything had finally been over, and that whole experience was pretty relaxing. your skin even feels nicer and moisturized, too!

you closed your eyes in relaxation, “that was pretty nice. jade, can i know what you put in the face mask now?”

“ah, right. i shall tell you now, seeing you went along with this.” jade bent down next to your ear and whispered the ingredients in his lovely face mask.

and he had a few seconds of pleasure watching as your face went from happy-go-lucky to absolutely HORRIFIED.

jade grinned, showing off all of his sharp teeth. “oh? what’s wrong? you’re looking paler than usual, prefect.”

“i… you—! you put—… ahh.. GAH! i knew i should’ve have trusted you, you—!”

you can be as upset with him as you want (although you weren’t really, just grossed out)! but you already put the face mask on your face.

and what exactly did he put in the face mask? well, that’s for your imagination to figure out.

floyd leech

“i’m so glad you’re here, shrimpy!”

“why does your face mask look so… red?” you stare at the bowl on the counter. it’s not a gentle, rose red. no no no! it’s more of a… ‘riddle’s hair’ coloured red.

“ehh? are you doubting me?” floyd pouts, “i convinced you to come all the way here and you came here to doubt me?”

you really didn’t know if you should’ve told him the truth, “of course not! i’m not here to doubt you at all! i just hope you didn’t put anything weird in it. i know jade would have put weird things in it if i was sitting here with him…”

“well you aren’t sitting here with jade. so just trust me!” he has the brush close to your face, already having lots of the red mysterious face mask on it.

here it goes...

itburnsitburnsitburnsitburns—

“WAAAAAAHAAAHAHAHA—! FLOYD! YOU SAID YOU DIDN’T PUT ANYTHING WEIRD IN IT! IT BURNS…!“

“i didn’t! all i did was put a few spicy things in it and grind, like… hmmm, chili peppers. and other spicy stuff! you look so funny when you’re running around screaming, ahaha!” at this point, floyd’s laughing at your suffering for his own amusement. how cruel.

it’s not like this would do anything major to your skin, but you just hoped your face didn’t stain red at the very least. this was totally unfair though!

you had gotten most of it off your face by the time you were done scrubbing it off with water, but your face still tingled. floyd still hadn’t finished laughing at you, but you were about to make him stop.

you took the bowl and threw it at his face.

“little shrimp… that wasn’t very nice of you! that hurt. and my skin feels weird now.”

crossing your arms, you sighed. “should have thought of that before you decided to put the face mask on me! i was just giving you a taste of your own medicine. hmph!”

floyd beamed, satisfied with todays result. “hehe. i would do it all over again if i could.”

you couldn’t help but also smile. as painful as it was, you had to admit it was pretty fun.

— due to be edited at anytime —

#writing!🍤#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #floyd x reader #floyd leech x reader #octavinelle #octavinelle x reader #scrib.bles🫧

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wretchedraymond45 · 7 months

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I had a dream where @ralseinumberonebiggestsupporter made a post of her spamton oc and i was like..... woah..........

there were multiple images with text but i remember one where she was hugging someone infront of a bright creamy background, and it looked like this:

and i really liked this goth female spamton and i drew her!!!!! plus i added more info i remembered. i really like the smooch healing :D

i also believe i had some influence from @/silly-ehggy 's spamton, so i tried to make my design more different so i wouldnt accidentally copy vaer!!!

#my art #designs/refs/other #digital #I LOVE HER TBH.#idk why i named her franchesca... it just fit her...#spamton #spamily tree #francesca g franceska

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dailyadventureprompts · 2 years

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Villain: The Alchemist Priests of Sulgriv, and the Hollowing Scream

When the forces of good defeat a great evil, its common practice to burn the bones and to scatter the ashes, in the hopes that it will never rise again. When the forces of evil defeat a rival evil, It’s just good sense they store it away for later in hopes that they can make use of it in the future

..Which is why in this drow settlement there’s a temple built around the corpse of a giant, mummified bat shrouded in talismans and chains.

Ugul’nst-vaer was a monstrosity born from the deepest depths of the world below. The spawn of some primeval titan or the embodiment of a dark god’s displeasure, its screech was said to herald the death of any cavern settlement that heard it, and thus it earned the name “ the hollowing scream”.

The great bat was only able to be defeated by the schemes of a circle of master alchemists, the Sulgriv, who took advantage of a desperate despot’s resources and the beast’s habit of gorging on the fallen to poison it with the most vile of venoms, dosing hundreds of slaves and staking them out to be devoured alive by the bat, all to ensure its body absorbed a lethal dose of their impossible poison.

This travesty elevated the Sulgriv a place of honour in the despot’s court, an occasion they marked by building a grand temple/monument to their own success and hanging the mummified kaiju corpse from it for all the underdark to see. Since then their influence and noxious schemes have only grown, all but supplanting the despot’s progeny in the operation of their domain.

Hooks:

Possessing great knowledge of both spirit and body, the Sulgriv are regrettably one of the best choices in the lightness realms for those in need of healing. Seeking a cure for the wasting sickness that has claimed her son, a great orcish warlord now raids settlements and ruins looking to use the loot to pay for the exorbitant cures the alchemists promise her. Her marauding draws the attention of the party to the despot’s realm, who might try rescuing some of their loved ones or treasures that were stolen away into the underdark’s markets.

As their reputation and hubris have grown over the centuries, the Sulgriv have settled on a new project: refitting the titanic bat’s body as a war machine and reanimating it A city killer to use against any state that would stand against their puppet ruler. Among the numerous modifications, a kings ransom In mithril has been grafted to the corpse as both armour and a means of shoring up its desiccated frame, a tempting prize for heroes who might use the metal to outfit their arsenal…or a group of underdark miscreants foolhardy enough to try heisting the tower and selling off a few of the plates to start their life of crime.

Despite all their skill and general boasting about mastering the secrets of alchemy, the Sulgriv can’t actually bring the bat to any semblance of animation, having managed barely more than a spasmodic wiggle in over two hundred years of attempts. Their working theory is that since the bat was at least semi divine in origin, they need some necromantic genius or saint of undeath to act as a catalyst to get their magnum opus flying again. Queue a bunch of darkelf agents swooping in to blackbag the party’s wraithwielding nemesis just as the heroes are closing in, only to discover their old rival many levels later kept captive in the sunless lands.

When Ugul’nst-vaer takes flight (and it will, I’m a firm beleiver in chekov’s kaiju) it will be a force to be rekoned with, sailing on silent wings to scour caverns of life and reducing fortresses to rubble with its claws. Immune to most mortal weaponry and able to undo spellcraft with a click of it’s jaws, there’s very little in the heroes traditional arsenal that will be able to stand against it. That said, the beast does possess a few weaknesses, if the party is daring enough to exploit them.

Though they are well versed in many forms of magic, the Sulgriv are alchemists first and foremost, and thus used their alchemy to create a novel, if disgusting means of controlling their war beast: A blobby, wagonsized homunculis that lairs where the brat’s brain used to be, occupying a resealable vault in the back of the beast’s head and interfacing with its body through a series of tendrils extruded down through the spinal collumb. If one were brave to the point of idiocy, one could climb onto the kaiju and attempt to crack the vaultlike door. Without the homunculis the hollowing scream will retain none of it’s former coordination or awareness, crashing to the earth and twitching randomly, less an avatar of flying doom and more a half-broken umbrella capable of knocking over buildings.

If mortal weapons can’t slay the beast, then perhaps the party needs to find an immortal one. Ever since the beast was freed from its chains there’s been talk of a brilliant portal opening in the depths, which corresponds with ancient tales of a vault containing a worldsaving weapon.

If you can’t ground the bat, go for its lair. If the party can infiltrate the Sulgriv temple and slay the alchemists, the Hollowing Scream will be directionless, completing its most recent raids and flying back to a no-longer occupied temple for repairs. Such an infiltration will however be impossible unless the despot’s forces are drawn away, so the party will have to rally their allies and devise a means of assaulting an underdark citystate while they sneak past enemy lines. If they’re feeling extra diplomatic, perhaps a certain ill-treated warlord could be convinced to accept her son’s enfeeblement and turn her forces against those who offered her false hope.

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neechees · 5 months

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since miisagi has been a bit of a topic here lately, i'm curious about your perspective on a narrative they've been posting about lately. they've recently been reblogging/posting posts calling it ignorant for people to say israeli people should just move out of the country, because most people who participate in colonialism are disenfranchised by their original countries (used america and australia as examples) and we need to have some amount of sympathy for that. what are your thoughts on this concept? it seemed like bullshit to me at a first glance, but i figured since i'm a white descendant i should probably ask like an Actual native person for their thoughts

I'm gunna start of answering this by showing a screenshot from web-archive of vaer blog & a "before you follow list" on that blog in 2018 (& this is AFTER vae started calling vaemselves "Ojibwe"). Look at the second last bulletpoint under the "Do not follow if you are a ____" heading.

Lol. Vae have been posting some "both sides" bullshit according to my beloved Palestinian mootie, so I think it's pretty safe to say that this person is a zionist. Normally, I'd say that 2017 is quite a while ago and is a long enough time for a person to have changed, but if this person is STILL using some z*onist talking points, again I'm inclined to believe vaer position is relatively unchanged.

Now, I'm not Palestinian so I'm not going to try to tell Palestinians how to decolonize or how they should feel about settlers on THEIR land. Unlike some other people. But I think it bears reminding that this is literally what Isntreal's zionism uses as a justification for its colonial existence, and as a justification for Palestinian genocide. Isr*el has also done things such as carrying out bombings against the Iraqi Jewish population in order to encourage them to move to Isr*el in 1950-1, which worked, so it becomes this loop of "its dangerous for you there, come move here!". (And I don't mean to say that certain groups, or in this case that I provided, Jewish people, are not discriminated against to the point of fearing for their own safety as it is already, that much is true: but rather its that this colonial State will weaponize that fact and then help commit atrocities against the population it claims to want to protect in order to reinforce genocide & colonization.)

People often use the "imagine if someone went into your house and said 'this is mine now' and just kicked you out" to try help people understand how fucked up the colonization of Turtle Island was & how stupid it is that people still celebrate people like Columbus. In a lot of cases, that analogy is quite literally what is happening in Palestine. Palestinians are quite literally being kicked out of their actual houses to make way for settlers.

So vaer literally just parroting colonial talking points, and given the screenshot above I am not inclined to give vaem the benefit of doubt. If anything this kind of shows me vae have DEFINITELY spent a good chunk of vaer life as a White person because the irony of defending the existence and settlement of one colonial, genocidal state (Isntreal) but not another (the "Americas"), despite the fact that the EXACT same tactics for genocide & colonization have been used in both, while claiming to be "Indigenous" to the latter and talking about Indigenous rights & issues that vae may not even have had to live through is just. Too much. The richness of calling OTHER people "ignorant" is red velvet rich.

#and i didnt know this until i looked at these old screenshots.#anonymous

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honorary-fool · 7 months

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Mortal Treatment || Whumptober 2023 Day 2

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

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cw/tw: swearing, mention of emeto/vomit (nothing happens though), mentions of a previous character's death, blood mentions (not real),

misc notes: oc x canon, oc uses they/them & vae/vaer neopronouns, first attempt at trying to write actual delirium but I think it turned out okay ^^ ; also used a prompt by @whumpster-dumpster ; not beta read ; cross-posted on ao3 under mimikyu_nerd_69

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Archons don’t get sick. They can't catch the flu, and are immune to stomach bugs. Common colds may as well tremble in their presence. Mortal medicine has little to no effect on their divine selves, as do the illnesses they contract and spread every once in a blue moon. Allergies are a different case, as they are not sickness, rather just reactions to things of the mortal world- Barbatos would know first hand. But a genuine illness afflicted upon one of The Seven? That would simply be unheard of!

But most of the archons still have their gnosis in their possession, and without the chess-like pieces they are much weaker, both in terms of their power and general vulnerability. No one had thought to inform the anemo archon of this information, especially after his gnosis was taken rather painfully by The Fair Lady.

At first Venti thought of the symptoms as merely his feline allergy rearing its head again. After all, he had been in the city earlier in the day- stray cats roaming the streets were a common sight in Mondstadt (and they seemed to really like him, furry bastards).

Surely that would explain the fatigue and the headache and blurry vision and puffy eyes and a particularly persistent case of the sniffles.. right?

Venti made it to the Whispering Woods without blacking out or injury. With a less-than-graceful 'oomph', he dropped to the grass, and his lyre tumbled to the grass beside him with a low thump. He attempted to sit up and lean against the tree close by, but a lack of energy and faint body aches made it rather difficult. Okay, that's fine, it could be worse- he could've been in the middle of nowhere in Liyue with Geovishaps after him in such a state.

The bard closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself before he attempted again to sit up. This time it was a lot more successful, but still left him achy and fatigued. He leaned back against the rough bark, closing his eyes again to try and drown out the pounding headache at the back of his skull. It felt like someone was whacking him over the head with a flat end of a claymore. At least it was dark outside, so the sun wouldn't bother him like it did earlier in the day.

There were no monsters in sight, so maybe it wouldn't hurt to doze off for a bit...

~=+=~

Venti wasn't sure when he came to consciousness again, but he definitely knew the surroundings looked vastly different from before.

He attempted to bolt, fearing he'd been kidnapped, only to fall off of something..fuzzy? and tumble face-first onto the floor. Everything felt like it was spinning, so it was hard to tell where exactly he was, which only added to how horrible he physically felt.

Chills seeped into his bones, sending shivers down his spine and a cold sweat down his neck. Lights burned overhead, leaving him slightly overwhelmed by the heat and brightness. The headache remained, and as far as he could tell, it either stayed the same or worsened since he blacked out. Everything hurt all over, both from the fall and pre-existing body aches, and his limbs felt like jelly beneath him. He groaned, trying to hide from the light and in his arm instead.

"Taking that as the cue you've finally woken up.." Venti heard a familiar voice call, followed by footsteps.

A head of teal hair poked their head into the room, immediately finding him on the floor with a sad smile. Of course his partner found him. At least it was someone he trusted to not have ill intent.

"Oh, you poor dear... you're in a worse state than I found you last night," Carmen cooed, approaching before kneeling on the floor next to Venti. "I'm glad I found you when I did... are you okay?"

"Mmh..."

Seems he had little energy to speak as well. Lovely.

"Shit..," Carmen murmured as they reached forward, cupping his cheek in their hand as they slightly lifted his head up. "That's strange, your braids seem a little duller than usual... Hold still for me for a moment, I need to test somethin'.."

Vae leaned to press a gentle kiss to the other's forehead, pulling away after a few seconds. Their expression, initially one of mild worry, shifted to one of concern, almost fear.

"You're burning up, lovebug... I thought it was a hangover, but you didn’t smell like wine, an’ I fear this might be worse," they attempted to joke, despite the worry lacing vaer tone. "Hopefully it’s nothing more than just a bad cold. I'm gonna try to get you back on my bed, okay?"

Now that they said it, that does sound right..part of him wondered why vae didn’t bring him to his own room, but maybe they panicked..rightfully so, but still.

Venti gave a weak nod, before returning his head to the cold floor beneath him. He lazily watched them as they stared with narrowed eyes for a few moments in silent contemplation. Carmen had carried him around multiple times, too many to count, but he's always been upright or standing prior to.. not exactly ill and flat on his stomach on the floor.

After minutes of struggling through various attempts, Carmen finally had him sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning against their body for support. Once up there, they started to remove most of his layers in an attempt to cool him down a little bit. One hand gingerly undid the bow securing his cape while the other reached to grab the fallen beret off the floor. He managed to kick off his loafers himself, and vae moved behind him to loosen the laces on his corset. They even undid his braids, setting the hair elastics on the bedside table and carding their fingers through the sections to loosen the braids. Every garment removed was carefully set aside to fold up later, and by the time they finished, all he was left in was his shirt, shorts, and tights.

Afterwards, they gently pushed him to lay down, almost pulling the blanket over him before deciding against it.

“Is this helping? Do you feel a bit cooler yet?”

Venti whined in response, curling up on his side.

They sighed, gently placing their hand on his head and scratching at his scalp. A sad smile formed on their lips as they watched him lean into their touch almost instantly, like magnetic attraction.

"If you're gonna be okay being alone for a few minutes, I'm gonna grab a few things from the kitchen, okay?"

Carmen tried to hide their laugh at the pout their partner had, glazed-over puppy eyes staring at them under dark hair. It’d be cute if he wasn’t sick..

"I'll be quick, I promise.. you don't feel like you're gonna throw up, right?"

They felt him shake his head from under their palm, vaer hand moving with him.

"Then you'll be okay for five minutes, sweet pea.."

They leaned over to gently place a kiss on the flushed tip of his nose, removing their hand from his head before leaving for the door.

Venti watched them leave, staring off into space. Maybe the heat was getting to be too much, but he didn’t have the energy to use his anemo abilities to cool himself off.

So, he just stared at the dark brown door, which then became staring at the darker brown floor, and then nothing at all as his vision blurred. Why was it so hard to focus, was this normal? It couldn’t be, but why was it so difficult to keep his eyes focused- did it really take that much energy?

He sniffled quietly, rubbing at his eyes- maybe that would help?

When he pulled his hand away, he saw a brown and white blur against the wall.

“Mhh…” he groaned, trying to move himself closer to the edge of the bed to see it. Of course, he could only get so far in his weakened state.

The blur looked..scarily reminiscent of someone. The colors were in all the right places, it had to be…

They were dead though. He saw it with his own eyes. Why were they here if they’re dead??

Too absorbed in his thoughts, he didn’t notice them come closer until pale blue eyes were staring right into his. He tensed, startled, before trying to reach out for them. His hand went right through them, and for a moment he felt the color drain from his face.

“Wh..”

They’re..they’re gone, but they’re here! But they’re gone… But they’re here…

Venti kept trying to touch them, to grab their hand, feel some sort of warmth and solidity in their form. Pale hand kept swiping at air, cutting through the image of his late best friend.

“No.. no no no no-”

His hand shook as he kept trying, until it fell limply back to the mattress, until his vision became too blurry to see them completely.

“Don’t go..come back..” he pleaded, sniffling.

The white and brown figure backed away slowly, out through the open doorway.

“Come back..”

The god’s eyes burned, and this time he rubbed at them with his sleeve. When he pulled his arm away, he saw red.

“Carmen..? Carmen..!” he choked out, clawing at the sheets, oblivious to how they left no streaks of blood. “Carmen.. ‘m bleeding..”

Venti saw the figure slowly return, kneeling at his side again.

“Why’s..why’s it back? Carmen..!”

He kept crying out for his partner, increasingly overwhelmed from the light, and the blood, and the image of his dead best friend taunting him with its presence, and-

“I’m here, sweetheart..”

In the white and brown figure’s place was his partner, looking down at him in concern. Carmen gently cupped his cheek with warm, pale hands, wiping away the tears with vaer thumb. If his eyes didn’t deceive him, he could’ve sworn they flinched.

“Shhh, it’s okay..” they cooed, “I’m here, you’re safe…”

“But..but ‘m bleeding-”

“Bleeding?”

They watched him raise his hand to show him. He didn’t understand why they took his hand in theirs almost instantly and gently squeezed it- why would they immediately touch something bloody?

“There’s no blood, sweet pea, I promise…it’s a bit wet with tears, but that’s about it..” they reassured him, letting go of his hand after a few moments.

“Oh..”

“Is that why you’re crying?”

He nodded, rubbing at his eyes again. “Mhmm… an… an’ I saw someone..”

“Oh?” Carmen tilted their head slightly. “That’s..a bit worrying. Who exactly did you see..?”

“Mhh…my, my friend..”

Thankfully, knowing of the archon’s background, it didn’t take long to figure out who he most likely meant, despite a few people fitting the description of just ‘his friend’. If it were one of the others, they’d be mentioned by name, but because this one wasn’t, then that meant…

“I see…”

It broke their heart to see him so upset, between the illness and likely resurfaced grief. Poor bastard’s had to put up with so much shit- not that they haven’t either, but there’s a difference between being an immortal god that’s been around for centuries and an immortal elf that’s been around for even less time.

They pulled away for a moment, crawling up onto their bed to sit next to the god. Vae gently turned vaer partner over onto his other side, frowning at how he winced from the movement. Seems those body aches haven’t left…

“I’m sorry it took so long to come back, by the way..I got sidetracked trying to make soup..” They eyed the tray they put on the bedside table, watching the steam rise from the radish and veggie soup bowl. “I did get the thermometer though…let’s see, just ooone second-”

Carmen reached over the god and plucked the thermometer off the tray. They pressed a button, waited for the beep, then carefully stuck it under his tongue.

“Good..it’s only for a minute, I know it’s uncomfortable..”

They held the thermometer with one hand and used the other to play with Venti’s hair in an attempt to distract him from the uncomfortable sensation. Thank goodness Fontaine made these a while ago- they couldn't imagine how people used to figure out temperatures without them.

Finally, the thermometer beeped, and they removed it to look at the number.

“Shit… 39.4. No wonder you were hallucinating your friend…”

Carmen sighed, setting the thermometer down before trying to move the god to sit up against the pillows. He let vaer do so, not having the energy to do it himself or protest other than a wince of pain, to which they mumbled an apology.

As soon as he was sorted out, they reached for the tray on the bedside table, deciding it best to maybe get some form of sustenance in his system to help combat the illness. There’s not much that can be done, given mortal medicine’s a hit or miss, but that has to work, right?

Vae was about to lift a spoonful to his mouth, when they realized he was nodding off against their shoulder. Into the bowl goes the spoon, their hand reaching up to play with his hair instead. Later then, they decided, ‘cus for now he needs all the rest he can get.

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polyboros · 3 months

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Also. Arturo and the obvious? (astral)

of or relating to the stars

the observatory is situated halfway down the nether line between electrasweet and some other town, tucked just off the tunnel and through a crack in the wall like it's not meant to be found. arturo finds it anyway, in some desperate late-night hunt down astronomy forums for a place to watch the stars that isn't within city limits. nothing the mayor had her hands in would have the answer.

it's further out than ae's ever gone - and ae's never gone in the nether, either, before this. the emptiness of the roof-sky makes ae nauseous, viciously so, and ae tries not to look through the glass room of the tunnel as ae walks down and down and down. the portal lets out in an empty field, barren besides the flowers and the observatory, made from shifting concrete shades and a base of dark stone that has it almost blending into the night sky.

arturo doesn't go in the door. ae flies up, instead, and slips in through a hatch. faintly, distantly, it registers as trespassing, but all ae can feel is the dull relief that nobody's up there now. nobody to see as ae hurries to the telescope and looks through the viewer.

nobody to see when ae staggers back from it like it burned vaer.

"the stars are gone," ae says. it's too loud, in the silent room. "the stars are... gone."

ae escapes back out into the field outside and retches into the grass, pulling vaer hair out of the way, refusing to look up. there's just- static, up there. is the sun even real? the thought makes vaer sick again. when vaer knees are steady enough to hold vaer weight, ae stands back up, wiping off vaer mouth and staring blankly out at the horizon.

isn't this what you wanted?

arturo can't brave the nether again, not with its static-sky and not like this. ae picks a direction and begins to walk instead, uncaring of if it's the right way back or how long it'll be like this.

when dawn breaks, it'll still all be so far away.

#kbitycus art #mediocreaustinpowers #sauce smp #prompt reward #hi. i think arturo is going to have a real fucking crisis when ae realizes the world is ending #the sun is still there... for now. which is also the only reason ae can still use vaer powers for the most part #again: you stop getting letters from your awful parent-bosses (the stars) and its what you wanted except. except #realising this batch of prompt fills has all been really depressing. OOPS! sorry

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absentmoon · 5 months

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HIEEEEEEEE ^__^!!!!!! i've been good i've been watching glee with heather and just took a nappy 🛬 +). aaaaahhhh the readerrr i've been meanijg to read recently there's a book i've got my eye on but it's checked out at the library rnnn. hopefully you're having fun+)

EEKKK BABYLEGOANI GETS REALLY SCARED. lego sw is so funny like as a whole who let them look like that.

YAYYYYYYYY zzoooooooommmm (sound of you landing). im gladd :) catching up on glee with 👽 must be crazy like knowing where the plots go and everything ...... I AM having fun i hope you can get that book soon!!!!

LITERALLY my sibling got the new lego sw game recently and i haven't done much in it bc im not sure how far into clone wars spoilers its gonna go but like . theyre literally itty bitty made of plastic. little lego darth vaer . Teeny tiny lego grievous............ incredible

#aahh ahh i need to read my physical copies of books more but i just loveee ruining my eyesight #signed the phone reader.#daisy.txt #moot tag #deimos

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mochimelt · 6 months

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Destiny-tober, #4; Sword Logic

I love this little Guardian I made, even if ve hasn't shown up in my fic yet. One of these days..

They didn't get it.

They just didn't get it. No one did. No one understood it like ve did. As much as ve wanted to help, wanted to teach, no one could understand it like ve did.

Ve peeked out from the corner ve hid in, vaer eyes watching the empty halls slowly crowd with Thrall. The sight of the beings brought a warmth to vaer heart. Their heavy stomping, their sharp claws, their eyeless faces.. It was entrancing.

The ground below them shook slightly from loud, heavy steps and they snapped around to look at the approaching Hive. A massive knight trudged through the entrance to their cave, their heavy steps leaving prints in the ground. They came to a slow stop beside the little hiding spot ve stood in.

Ve held vaer breath. The Knight twisted and turned, head searching around, for something.. Their chitin raised and lowered as they breathed, claws twitching and clenching into fists, the beautiful green glow of its eyes pouring across the dark hiding spot ve stood in.

They trailed off further into the cave. Ve let out a heavy sigh, one hand over vaer chest. Vaer heart was pounding. Adrenaline ran through vaer body, vaer muscles twitching ever so slightly, hands trembling in vaer grasp.

What a close encounter with such a beautiful, powerful being. Oh the lengths they had to have taken to become a Knight, to rise from the station of a Thrall into the power and authority they deserved. Vaer body shuddered. Oh, what ve would give to get closer to them.

Chitin covered vaer body. Carefully stitched together, with the utmost love and skill, unfortunately relegated to clothing and armor and not proper skin. The things ve would give to have such chitin grow on vaerself..

Ve shuddered once more. What a beautiful thought. Chitin on vaer arms and legs, lining vaer spine, covering vaer chest like tough armor. Three green eyes on vaer face, glowing into the night, lighting vaer vision. Surely ve would be an Acolyte, or perhaps even a Wizard or maybe a Knight..

Oh, if only those silly Guardians didn't destroy the heart of that Wish Dragon.. whatever her name was. Ve would surely wish to become a Hive, to prove themself through the Sword Logic, to grow up the chain of command and justify vaer existence. Even if the Dragon offered more, the power to become a Hive Prince.. or Princess.. maybe even on the power of the Gods… Ve would reject it. Ve would reach the power of their station through the Sword Logic alone, through the truth of violence and death.

Well, ve would have to make do. Regardless of what ve was born as, ve was still Hive. Always Hive. Ve would live by the Hive, by the Sword Logic, by the Truth of the world. Maybe one day, someday, the brood would welcome a new sibling and truly take vaer in. But for now, ve was content watching their brood live. Content pitting vaer brood against the creatures nearby, testing their conviction to the Sword Logic, letting them experience the beauty of battle and power. Ve was happy watching them grow. A shudder flying down vaer spine. Breaths growing heavy watching them fight. Biting vaer tongue and holding tightly to vaer arms to stop vaerself from rushing in and joining them.

Ve was content for now.

#melting words #destiny 2 #destinytober23

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ravennory · 8 months

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a demon is telling me to draw wras again even tho i dont care about dappervolk (.... for now)

#LOL HES SO SILLY (EVIL)#i do like his design (the design that only vaguely looks like in game wras thats “mine”) a lot #the reef place. fuck i dont even remember the name #*looks up* ok its vaer reef #the dv n vaer reef story arent that great. but something makes me insane abt the guys in vaer reef even tho i havent touched dv in so long #been too busy playing funger. cant draw that crazy munt holder wras (i was supposed to draw a silly trans thing for pride month then forgor #who said that

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ancientcupcake · 8 months

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Writing challenge: A locket is found in a desk. What does it signify?

She doesn't recognize it. Or she does.

Lily's never seen the face that comes to mind. She doesn't really understand the meanings of the words 'mother' and 'daughter'.

Not in the same way he did, at least.

Looking at it - ornate and lovingly crafted - filled her with a sense of sorrow that she couldn't possibly fathom. A grief beyond any words she knew.

Lily sat down, slowly turning the necklace over in her hands. Time had dulled the metal and muddied the details, but the design etched into it was still readable. Still identifiable as some kind of dragon, with tiny sapphires for the eyes.

Or... only one eye, actually. The other socket was empty, but fortunately the missing eye was still in the drawer.

Pale fingers brushed along the hinge, debating whether or not to open it. Whether or not to see what was inside.

Was it really her place, to pry into this life? A life that didn't belong to her - one that never would belong to her?

Probably not.

Some time later, Lyth Vaer found a familiar locket on the table in her home. One that reminded her of her true father, and in turn of her deceased son.

She cried.

#faesigil #writing

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confusedbutstillgay · 2 years

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Welcome to Camp Unus Annus!

Name: Mira (how original, I know.)

Unus or Annus?: … Annus? Unsure.

Cabin: Earth Girth (nooo I did the patch wrongggg)

Additional Notes:

Uses vae/vaer pronouns!

Still doesn't know what gender is

Nobody knows how the heck vaer skin works. It shatters like a mirror but doesn’t seem to hurt vaer, as vae just cover it up with a couple band-aids, it glistens silver but still looks human.

Will physically fight another camper for s’mores.

Usually stays by the lake or the arts and crafts station

Lost vaer buddy when trying to find camp :(

Close-ups [knife tw on the fourth/last picture]:

Mira vaerself! And a very vague idea of what I wanted vaer eyes to look like.

Honestly, this wasn't supposed to be here, pretty sure I was gonna try to draw Katniss Everdeen or smth, but it also looked like something that would be included in camp so I just added it.

A fun little doodle! I loved drawing the abstract sun. It's a little too familiar to how I draw eyes, though.

Finally, the recommended camp supplies. I honestly didn't know what to do for this one so I. Kinda gave up. But it was fun!

#camp unus annus #unus annus #my art

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neechees · 5 months

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Vae also tried to push the idea that a human being can be "white coded" like in media, claiming that vaer not white, vaer white coded because vae were raised white but have native ancestry. Which I saw a lot of other people saying was a harmful idea to push but ofc you can make your own judgment on that

I believe vae used this as a replacement for "whitepassing": a lot of people thought this term was redundant anyway since the term "whitepassing" existed, and before I knew more of the history as to what "whitepassing" meant historically for Black people, I also thought this. I've stopped using "whitepassing" for myself for this reason and just say "White looking" because the original definition is kind of the opposite to what many Natives who use "Whitepassing" for themselves (AND it was very specific to the Black experience anyway, so I dont really want to appropriate a term that was never for me)

I can see why people would think this is a harmful and like, stupid term, because it's again sort of trying to sidestep one's whiteness & white privilege due to ancestry alone. Just having some Native ancestry doesn't suddenly make you Native, especially if you spent your whole life as a White person.

#anonymous

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tea-of-destiny · 10 months

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i gotchu! writing asks, any character you feel like:

pencil, paintbrush, colored pencil, graphite, pastels, and palette please!

Oh shit, hello ask meme maker! Thank you for letting me use your lovely question set lol. This is so many questions, and I am so tired always, so the answers took me forever, but I am very glad to be able to do this.

I'm always complaining that I don't spend enough time on Briya and Faremi, so I'm taking this opportunity to try to answer these questions for both of them!

Some basic info about both of them since this is I believe my first time talking about them:

Briya: 18, she/her, lesbian. Tanned skin, brownish blonde hair, light brown eyes. Notably very tall, and kind of has a Barbie aesthetic going on with her clothes. Studying to eventually be a doctor, but works as a jewelry maker for a local shop in the meantime.

Faremi: 17, vae/vaer (will accept she/her but doesn't like it so much), nonbinary and bisexual. Very dark skin, black hair kept in twists, brown eyes that almost seem black. Kind of a punk or goth aesthetic. Wants to be a textile engineer but often gets relegated to "local fashion designer."

Pencil: does this character have any "sketchy" habits? Have they ever broken the law? Do they regret it?

Something important to understand about Briya is that she's kind of the embodiment of the meme that's like "*cocks gun* I'm a healer, but..." She wants to help people, more than anything. She has no qualms about skirting unfair medical laws to do it. She also has no qualms about using aggression in a "treat others how you want to be treated/eye for an eye" philosophy against people who hurt others or get in her way. This sounds intimidating, but mostly it looks like her getting the neighborhood bullies to pick on people their own size instead of all of her (comparatively tiny) friends lol.

Honestly, Faremi is the type who wouldn't even go over the speed limit when driving or pirate MP3s off of the internet. There is literally nothing actually sketchy about vaer lmao. People feel that vae is quite approachable and doesn't have any suspicious vibes at all.

Paintbrush: How often does your character "brush over" conflict instead of facing it head on? Is there something specific they don't like to face, or do they avoid conflict as a whole?

Briya doesn't actively go looking for conflict, but she always faces it head on if a situation comes up. She isn't afraid to speak her mind about what's going on, even if her thoughts might seem rude or unpleasant to other people.

Faremi can have a tough time acknowledging interpersonal issues; even if there's something bugging vaer in a relationship vae has, vae's more likely to sit on the complaint in silence instead of initiating a conversation (=potential conflict) about it. This is particularly true when it involves vaer romantic partners.

Colored Pencil: if given the choice, would this character splurge on an expensive (but potentially worthwhile) branded product, or buy a low-budget alternative even if the quality suffers?

I think that with both of them being involved in product design, they can appreciate the long-term value of paying for quality. Of course, if the brand-name version is upcharged for no good reason, they'll go for a less expensive alternative that still provides good quality.

Graphite: what's something decently common that your character does in a unique or different way? (like how graphite is present in all pencils, but not everyone uses pure graphite)

Faremi and Briya both have a single section/streak of their hair dyed, and they've each been redyeing with the same color for years now. Faremi's is a deep shade of red, while Briya's is pastel pink. It's not that uncommon for people around them to have hair in vibrant colors, but usually someone will do the whole head of hair instead of just keeping the one little section.

Pastels: Give me three colors that best represent your OC. Now give me three colors that your OC likes best. Is there an overlap?

Hmm, let's see. Going with basic shades here so I don't overthink it with the color theory or anything lol.

I'd say 3 colors that represent Briya are pink, white, and grey, while 3 she likes are pink, red, and orange. So clearly, pink is kind of a defining color for her, but she has more of an eye for color than you might suppose from looking at her.

3 colors that represent Faremi are red, black, and yellow, while 3 vae likes are red, pink, and purple. Again, kind of a defining color in the red there. For vaer, though, liking pink and purple has more to do with who or what the colors are associated with than the colors themselves.

Palette: list four of your character's primary skills, then share at least two ways these skills might blend or overlap

Briya has very steady hands and a delicate touch, which are handy for both making jewelry and completing her medical studies. She is not only radically honest but also very effective at making other people say what they mean. She ends up being pretty good at most sports, too (maybe related to some combination of coordination, confidence, and general height/stature), though she doesn't actively seek these activities. is that 4 different skills idk

Faremi has a strong memory, especially for pattern recognition; this is part of what makes vaer an effective textile engineer and clothes designer. Vae is also compassionate and a great listener, which helps vaer deal with potential clients as well as make new friends. Lastly, vae likes to sing as a hobby, so that kind of draws on/feeds into the memory component.

#teaposts #answered #tea ocs: briya (kh)#tea ocs: faremi (kh)#ocs #thank you again for the ask!#it was fun to work on this and actually put my thoughts about these characters to paper

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