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marvelmusing · 1 year

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In Another Life

Part Twelve

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Alternate Universe!Reader

Summary: A successful return to Ravka prompts you to share warnings of the future with Aleksander, and a new (but not unfamiliar) character invites himself into your schemes.

Warnings: references to the rule of wolves duology.

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“We need to talk about the third amplifier.”

Aleksander hums in acknowledgement to your mumbled words, and you feel the vibration of his response in his throat as your forehead is nestled against his neck.

You’re sitting in his lap, legs draped over his, your side tucked under his arm, and your hands slotted beneath the lapels of his kefta in an attempt to remain warm.

Ever since your fever had broken, you find yourself feeling cold more often, and seek out Aleksander’s warmth which he’s always happy to provide.

When he feels you shiver, Aleksander wraps one of his arms tighter around your body.

You had parted ways with Sturmhond and his crew at around noon today. Not wanting to be seen colluding with a suspected pirate, Aleksander had requested you be dropped off along the coast in a longboat. From there you had walked back to Os Kervo, and now that the shadows were lengthening, you wanted nothing more than some quiet time with Aleksander.

“The firebird is known for its elusive nature, though I don’t doubt that you know where it is.” He remarks with a small smile. You nod faintly.

“I do. But, the firebird isn’t the third amplifier.”

Aleksander frowns, looking down at you as he discards the papers in his hand. You run your fingers down the length of his tunic, nails catching against the seam between soft fabric and leather.

“Did Baghra ever tell you how your grandfather died?” You ask softly.

He nods slowly.

“Everyone in Ravka knows the story of Sankt Ilya. How he brought a child back from the brink of death, and was killed by the villagers for his unnatural power.”

Aleksander opens up a drawer in the desk, pulling out a book. It’s cover is a deep red cloth, with golden embellishments and the title printed in Old Ravkan. He sets the book down in your lap.

“Have you read Istorii Sankt’ya?” He asks, the Old Ravkan rolling smoothly over his tongue as you open up the book.

“Some of it.” You admit. Turning through the glossy pages, you admire the brightly painted illustrations that accompany each story of the saints. “The version in my world is a little different from this one.”

Aleksander’s head cocks to aside and curiosity fills his eyes as his thumb smoothes over your kneecap.

“How so?”

“There’s two saints missing.” You tell him, flicking through the pages before you stop at the back of the book. “Sankta Alina of undiscovered gifts.”

You pause, looking up to meet Aleksander’s eyes.

“And the Starless Saint.” You say quietly. Then you smile. “Which, if anyone knew his name, would also be called Sankt Aleksander. The patron saint of those who seek salvation in the dark.”

Aleksander stares down at the book, eyeing the blank pages where there should be an illustration of him.

All he’s ever wanted was for his country to accept him - the hopeful dream of a frightened boy, shunned and feared for centuries.

Since the creation of the Fold, he had abandoned that hope, believing that he no longer deserved, or would even achieve such a thing. Your words had surprised him, and you can see him mulling over his sainthood in his mind.

You turn back through the pages, to Sankt Ilya’s story, and trace your fingers over the illustration. The white stag with its glimmering antlers. The sea whip with its scales dipped in gold. The firebird.

“You know the real story, don’t you? That it wasn’t a farmer’s son your grandfather brought back to life.”

Aleksander nods.

“Baghra only told me about her sister once. But I remember.”

“When Morozova resurrected her, he used merzost.” Aleksander nods. “Unintentionally making her the third of his amplifiers.”

He looks up at you, startled by your revelation, and you can see his thoughts beginning to race.

“But she died. Alongside my grandfather.” He states, but you can hear the question in his voice.

You shake your head.

“She survived. Somehow. She had children, and a long line of descendants, that continues to this day.”

Aleksander regards you for a long moment.

“You know who it is.”

“We already have the third amplifier.” You tell him quietly. “His name is Malyen Ortsev.”

In that moment, you are both silent. The floorboards creak as the wind rattles against the windowpane, and you fight the shiver settling over your skin.

Aleksander leans back in the chair you’re sharing, his eyes never leaving you as he processes this information.

“That’s why you kept them together.” You shake your head.

“Mal has some sort of connection to the other amplifiers. It would have taken us far longer to find them without him.”

“And do you intend for Alina to kill him?”

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head.

“No. Absolutely not.”

He frowns at your almost frantic tone.

“Why?”

“Two amplifiers is her limit. A third one would take her power away, as some sort of punishment for her greed.” Your brows crease and your nose wrinkles in disapproval as you add those final words.

“I presume that’s what happens in the book.”

You nod.

Silence hangs between you both, and you know Aleksander is busying thinking, but there’s something weighing on your mind. Something that neither of you have addressed yet.

“We’re in agreement that taking down the Fold is a bad idea. Aren’t we?” You ask him, and he frowns with surprise in his eyes.

“Yes.” He says slowly. “Though I had thought that you wouldn’t approve of keeping it intact.”

“Taking it down would cause more problems than it’s worth.” He nods in agreement, though his frown doesn’t fade.

“I agree. Although I have a suspicion that we’re both thinking about different problems.”

As you nod, you take a moment to gather your thoughts, and consider how to explain what the problem is.

“The creation of the Fold caused a tear in the making at the heart of the world. There’s no reasonable method of fixing that.”

He tilts his head aside, eyeing you carefully.

“Meaning there’s an unreasonable one?”

Several thoughts run through your mind. Aleksander’s death in the Fold by Alina’s hand. His resurrection, and possession of a young monk. The thornwood tree. The sacrifice he makes, once again, for his country, to hold the tear closed for eternity with his body.

You narrow your eyes at him.

“It’s very annoying when you do that.”

Amusement twinkles in his eyes as he adjusts his arms around you, his palms settling on your waist as he raises a brow.

“What? See through the clever word choices you make to avoid a discussion you won’t like?”

“Yes.” You say, looking down as anxiety floods through you.

If you explain everything, would Aleksander offer to make the sacrifice - to suffer for eternity to keep the Fold at bay? Your heart twists painfully in your chest at the thought of such a thing.

“I won’t pry.” He says softly.

Glancing back up at him, some of your nerves dissipate as his eyes meet yours. You nod, and continue to talk through your thoughts.

“At the end of the trilogy, Alina loses her power, and the Fold is brought down. But in its place there’s something worse.”

“What is it?”

At that, you falter.

“My knowledge is a little limited at this point.” Aleksander raises a questioning brow at you, and you sigh. “There’s two more books set after the trilogy… but I’ve only read the scenes with you in them.”

The corner of Aleksander’s mouth quirks, and you roll your eyes at the sight of his own eyes sparkling with fond amusement.

“Even after it’s destroyed, fragments of the Fold reappear because of the tear at the making, leaving destruction in their wake.”

Aleksander nods slowly, running a hand over his face as he thinks.

“With more training and the power of two amplifiers, Alina should be able to remove the volcra. After that, the Fold is more of an inconvenience than a problem.” You nod in agreement.

“That should work.”

Aleksander runs his hands down your side, in an effort to keep you warm. It’s comforting, sitting in a shabby little room with the fire crackling weakly in the corner, pressed against Aleksander’s chest. No doubt he feels you press a little heavier against his chest as you body pleads for sleep.

He drops a kiss onto your forehead.

“Bed?” He asks softly, and you nod.

Aleksander tucks his papers away, and you place The Lives of Saints back into the drawer. Once you’ve finished clearing away, Aleksander takes your hand, and you move towards the bed.

You settle under the covers, as Aleksander dresses into his night clothes.

“And your plans for the throne?” He asks, lifting the covers before he slips into bed beside you.

“Convince Vasily to abdicate, then prove that Nikolai has no official claim.” You mumble as you wrap your arms around him. Aleksander frowns, and you add quickly, “It’s a very loose plan, at the moment.”

He breathes out a small laugh at your admission.

“Well, it’s a good start.”

You smile softly at the sound of his laugh and fall asleep with your head on his chest.

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On your return to Os Alta, Aleksander immediately receives news of the King’s illness worsening. He is now bedridden, but you insist to Aleksander that the King should still be treated despite his confinement, in case Nikolai should return. No one can suspect any foul play once the King finally dies.

As Royal Consort, you’re invited to the palace to attend and comfort the Queen in a time of such distress. She sits surrounded by ladies maids, who all flutter their fans towards her whenever a moment of emotion seizes her.

Occasionally she will sniffle in such a manner that has you uncertain as to whether she’s genuinely upset, or just playing a part for her Court. Nevertheless, you offer her empty assurances with falsified sincerity in your voice.

Luckily it’s racing season, meaning that Vasily is several miles away at his dacha in Carvyea. Whether he has heard of his father’s condition, you’re uncertain, but no one mentions his absence.

Day after day, you’re brought before the Queen, and her ladies maids all fawn over you. They run through the usual topic of conversation - your engagement. In response, you show them the Lanstov emerald that you wore almost permanently now that you were back in the capital. Aleksander’s necklace is, as always, hidden underneath your shirt.

They all seem dreadfully excited about the wedding, which has anxiety settling into your stomach. With Vasily not even here, how can you convince him not to marry you or become king? The stress certainly doesn’t help how warm you get when you’re sitting in the Queen’s parlour.

Even you, who feels cold on the warmest of days, find the rooms of the Grand Palace incredibly stuffy.

It’s on a particularly warm day that an attendant announces the arrival of Second Prince Nikolai of Ravka.

Part of you is relieved to not be the centre of attention for once. Though the rest of you is concerned. Did Nikolai know about your engagement to his brother? Surely he must recognise you from when you met him as Sturmhond. Does he know about you and Aleksander? Zoya always said that the two of you were rather obvious.

The Queen is thrilled by her son’s arrival, and you can’t help but feel a little bad for her. None of her family ever wants to be home, it’s no wonder she’s always eager when someone new arrives. She kisses him on both of his cheeks, and he blushes a little at her affections.

Then she introduces you to him.

You bow politely and offer him your hand. He takes it, his eyes fixed on yours as he lifts your hand to his lips.

“A pleasure to finally meet the person I’ve heard so much about.” He says.

Nikolai always chooses his words carefully. You’re certain there’s a hidden message in his greeting, some sort of warning that says: I know you.

After a little more time of Nikolai telling some rather entertaining stories about his travels, you decide to make yourself scarce. The prince doesn’t let you escape so easily.

“Allow me to walk you back to the Little Palace.”

“Thank you, Your Highness. Though I assure you, I’m quite capable of walking alone.”

His eyes sparkle with amusement as he remarks with a small knowing laugh,

“I’m quite sure you are.”

Despite his face being different, you still feel like you’re talking to Sturmhond, and you’re tempted to roll your eyes as you accept his hand. You don’t notice the Queen watching you both with a small smile.

Alina had punched Nikolai in the face when he had revealed himself as Sturmhond. Whilst you don’t think the Court would approve of such a thing, the smirk on his lips certainly tempts you. Perhaps punching him would release some of the awful tension in your shoulders.

The two of you walk quietly down the corridor, before exiting through a side door and making your way towards the path which leads to the Little Palace. The silence between you urges you to make some conversation.

“Lovely weather we’re having for this time of year.” You remark lightly as you walk arm in arm.

The breeze is fresh, and the sunlight carries some delicate warmth that is so characteristic of spring shaking away the cold of winter.

“You’re not marrying Vasily for love.” He states.

That certainly didn’t take long. You blink at him.

“What makes you say such a thing?”

Nikolai raises a brow at you.

“Perhaps the rather endearing love confession I witnessed between you and General Kirigan a few weeks ago?”

Keeping your face as neutral as possible, you curse yourself internally.

“Forgive me Your Highness, but you must be mistaken. We’ve never met before.”

“Don’t play coy with me.”

Deciding to drop your confused facade, you give him a small smile as you say,

“I thought you liked our little back and forth?”

The corner of his mouth twitches slightly in amusement, but he sighs and shakes his head.

“Why do you want the throne?”

“I don’t.”

“You’re saying you want my brother?”

“No. I…”

Closing your eyes for a moment, you consider your options. Just this once, the truth might work best.

“I just want to make Ravka better. He asked me, out of the blue, and whilst I don’t love him… I thought I could do some good as a consort.”

He’s quiet after your admission, and you lift your gaze up from the grass to look at his face. He seems to be pondering your words seriously, and when he sees the worry in your eyes he smiles reassuringly.

“I believe you.”

Breathing out a small sigh of relief, your grip on him tightens as you step painfully onto a stone. The two of you are quiet for a small length of time. No doubt Nikolai is thinking deeply, so you look over the landscape.

The grass that connects the Grand Palace to the Little Palace is a bright luscious green, and a few insects can be seen buzzing cheerfully above a small patch of flowers.

When you glance back at Nikolai you find him already looking at you.

“What if you married me?” He asks. Your eyes widen.

It takes you a moment to respond.

“No offence, but you’re a second son. Practically speaking, you’re a downgrade.”

“But physically I’m an upgrade, right?” He remarks smoothly, tilting his head to gesture at himself, and you laugh.

“Vasily is still first in line.” You remind him.

“I think I can convince him to abdicate.” You tilt your head at him. That had been your plan, which might be easier to accomplish with Nikolai on your side. “With a big enough fund to live off, and spend on his horses, I think he could be quite content.”

“So do I.” You say softly in agreement. He raises a brow,

“Is that a yes?”

“Wouldn’t it be a scandal?” You ask with a nervous frown. “I’m engaged to your brother, then I decide to marry you instead?”

“We’ll have him leave suddenly. You can act heartbroken for a month or so while his charming younger brother consoles you. Only to sweep you off your feet in a whirlwind romance. The people will love it.”

His words have a smile tugging at your lips. It feels strange, to be scheming with someone other than Aleksander. You wonder what he will think about this offer.

“Do you mind if I think about this?” You ask him.

Nikolai nods with a small smile.

“Give my regards to General Kirigan.”

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You push the door to the war room open, and stand staring into the room for a moment, your head swimming with thoughts. When Aleksander looks up from his place at the large table he chuckles quietly at your expression.

“How was it?”

“I need to go lie down.” You state.

With that, you step inside and shut the door behind you. Then you walk towards the bedroom with the intent to lie down and close your eyes for a long time.

“Nikolai returned to Court today.” You tell Aleksander as you cross the threshold into his bedroom.

Slumping down onto the bed, you stare up at the ceiling for a moment before you close your eyes. Aleksander’s footsteps echo over the hardwood floor, as he appears in the doorway.

“Did he speak with you?”

“Among other things.” You remark distractedly. “He proposed.”

Aleksander raises a brow and steps into the bedroom. He sits down on the sofa beside his bed, and you sit up.

“I didn’t think their sibling rivalry would extend to such lengths - stealing each other’s betrothed.”

You breathe out a small laugh.

“Nikolai knows about us.” You admit softly. “Me and you.” He shrugs.

“It’s not uncommon. A marriage of convenience often means both parties find what they’re lacking in their marriage elsewhere.”

“You mean the royals usually have affairs while their spouse looks the other way?” He nods.

Lost in thought, you tug your boots off and pull one of your knees up to your chest, folding your arms around your leg.

“The situation is ideal.” You reason. “Nikolai is the best option for the throne at the moment, but…”

You sigh, staring down at the floor.

“I know it’s selfish, I just can’t help but think that I’m ruining everyone’s chance at happiness.”

Nikolai won’t fall for Zoya like he’s meant to, that’s two people broken apart by you. You’ve stopped Aleksander from being with Alina, and whilst he says he wants you now that could change. You will grow old. Aleksander won’t.

Aleksander stands, and within two steps he’s in front of you. He crouches down, so that his face is level with yours, and his forearms rest on either side of you.

“This arrangement with Nikolai is temporary.” He assures you. “Accept his proposal, as long as he agrees to a courtship. That will buy us time.”

Aleksander brushes his knuckles against your cheek, before he cups your face in his hand.

“While he courts you, and even while your engagement begins, we will plan our next move.”

He kisses your forehead, his nose trailing over yours as he moves his lips down to meet yours, and butterflies flutter in your stomach as you kiss slowly. Aleksander smiles when a soft hum of pleasure escapes your lips, and he kisses the tip of your nose.

A smile spreads over your lips, and Aleksander regards you fondly as his fingers trail from your cheek to trace along your jawline. He takes your chin between his fingers and kisses you again.

“You won’t have to marry anyone you don’t want to.”

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komodocomics · 4 months

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My furry masterlist sorry

Pretty much all of these contain something animal or furry related

Name (special stuff to mention) √= I've looked at it

Links + text version of list (very long)

I GET ISSUES WITH TUMBLR IF I ADD MORE LINKS SO SORRY UR ON UR OWN NOW

Cmyk coloredcreature √ runaway workshop √ waggery costumes √ citymutt √ fuzzbutt fursuits √ schneepardicreations.com √ blacksticky √ casual Friday fursuits (no more commissions:( ) deep space dogs √ foxfire fantasy √ freak of nature studios √ freckled cat creations (kigurumis)√ kabber creations √ kigurumiagetsu √ kitscove √ mugiwara's creative corner √ missmonster √ murkymarten √ pawaii fursuits √ skyehighstudios √ the phoenix nest √ wearcat creations √ whizmi creations (really like the yellow dog suit) √ wolf factory √ anyabozartist.com (art dolls not fursuit) √ neffertity √ battitudestudio.com √ beautyofthebass √ bigsnootsuits √ bodozo.com √ colorful creatures (bases) √ cosmellcosplay √ curl works(kigurumi ) √ drowsyseal √ verityscamander (etsy furry badge) √ lobitoworks (etsy various) √ chasingtailsworkshop (etsy tails) √ gatorwave (fur color picker) √ koshka fursuits √ bazteki.com √ (art) F-class merch √ (neon lights) creep cat √ (plushies) fursona pins √ (pins + accessories) howl out √ (clothing + accessories) weasel gear √ (clothing) midnight makers (new maker) √ wolfberrycrafts (statues and action figures) √ midnightstudiosfx (horror masks) √ Pumpkinpulp (horror advise against looking at ones marked horror if u can't handle) √ chaosfx (horror) √ Immortal masks (horror and tons of masks) √ Made fur you (may have drama but couldn't find proof) √ multicolorbark √ neonslushie (fursuit info not a maker but has accessories) √ sleepy stag suits √ spiritpanda costumes (adoptables) √ star fursuits √ Twilight knights cosplay (adopts,accessories and a fur line @canfur.ca at website) √ twinky arts (good lizard maker) √ vaporwag studios √ wormsandbones.com (art dolls) √ Freakhound studios (wolf plushies and fursuits) √ Clockworkcreature √ Melissa mendelson art √ Mixedcandy √ becominggodzilla (fan thing with how tos for Godzilla costumes) √ planetary dog toys (only action figure pieces) √ sketchbuck (cool ref image style) √ maiafischerwalter.com (artdolls) √ cults3d (3d printing website Has furry bases) √ bark's bog (plushies no comms) √ Homemadehorrors (artdolls) √ Wormandbones (artdolls) √

If anyone makes a reblog of the rest of the links thank you

#Gmanweatherreport has known of this since the beginning cause I went insane sorry #I look at furry stuff constantly so maybe this will help Idk #I didn't put in the list but YouTube how tos are very good resources #How do I tag this?#Furry #Fursuit #Furry fandom #Furry master list #Feel free to add makers of hyper specific things not just fursuits so people get more options #If any of these have bad things going on that I wasn't aware of PLEASE mention #The horror stuff has gore and stuff not everyone will like so avoid if u can't handle it #Furry community

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violettduchess · 9 months

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Masterlist ☀ Part One

From @aquagirl1978 and myself, thank you to everyone who participated in our summer-themed content creation challenge!

There were so many entries that the masterlist had to be broken into two parts!

Here is Part one, all entries for Prince and Villains.

Ikemen Prince ☀

Starry Night - Cyran - @violettduchess

Chasing Fireflies - Chevalier - @aquagirl1978

Fireflies (art) - Chevalier - @rinaririr

Strawberry Picking -Yves, Licht - @maries-gallery

In Gazebo at Night - Chevalier -@lorei-writes

When it rains - Chevalier - @claviscollections

Starry Night - Chevalier, Clavis - @princesspraya

Strawberry - Gilbert - @violettduchess

Sea salt and Brine - Clavis - @ominousjangling

The gentle stag a magical night - Keith - @queengiuliettafirstlady

No Regrets - Chevalier - @aquagirl1978

Twinkle, twinkle - Chevalier - @claviscollections

Sundress - Clavis - @violettduchess

Garden Party - Silvio - @violettduchess

A little surprise - Clavis - @nightghoul381

Spur of the moment - Leon - @nightghoul381

Harvest - Keith - @nightghoul381

Caught in the Rain - Sariel - @nightghoul381

To My Dearest Love - Yves - @nightghoul381

Cruel Summer - Rio - @nightghoul381

Dancing in the Rain - Luke - @queengiuliettafirstlady

Just like Heaven - Leon - @aquagirl1978

Finally Home - Nokto - @nightghoul381

Footprints - Jin - @nightghoul381

A Little Help - Licht - @nightghoul381

The Hero Dance of Love - Leon - @queengiuliettafirstlady

A Lovely Night - Luke - @queengiuliettafirstlady

Ikemen Villains 🌴

Pinned - Jude - @nightghoul381

The story of the fox and the firefly - Harrison - @revasserium

The Perfect Date - Ellis - @aquagirl1978

I'll Keep You Warm - William -@nightghoul381

Vows in Thunder - Victor - @princesspraya

Starlit Desperation - Harrison - @nightghoul381

If It Pleases You - Elbert - @nightghoul381

Summer Stroll - Ellis - @nightghoul381

Masterlist Part Two: Sen, Vamp and Rev

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen villains #ikevil #summer days sultry nights ccc #masterlist #masterlist part one

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nerdy-valkyrie · 2 years

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This is probably gonna be a long one but I've got lots of thoughts so...

Season 1 Pix and Season 2 Pix are narrative opposites

S1!Pix is all about the future. Pixandria is, while ancient, was the most advanced empire to exist at the time. Hell, he even had visions of the future!

S2!Pix is all about the past. His empires is quite literally the past, he is a historian and archeologist, and he has the ability to see visions of the past.

My brain latched onto the idea of S1!Pix being some sort of prophet or old god as soon as a heard it and I've been trying to figure out how to fit something similar into S2!Pix, who seems to have chronic "just a guy" disease

That being said, I think I've got an idea!

What if S1!Pix and S2!Pix are both not just old gods but twin brothers. And, as is common for mythological twins, they are opposites.

S1!Pix represents the future. He is storms and copper and death.

Death may seem odd in this list, but death is not always the end of things and may instead mean the a change. And how are we told to grieve the death of a loved one if not to move forward, to look to the future.

S2!Pix represents the past. He is history and stories and preservation.

Now is were we really get into major headcannon territory!

My headcannon is the S1!Pix and S2!Pix were old minor twin gods around the time were the major gods banded together to seal away Exor with the enderdragon. Being minor gods the twins weren't part of the plan to seal away Exor and thus existed in a post-stags wold with little to no idea of what to do next.

This is where they butted heads.

S2!Pix wanted to preserve the legacy of the gods who gave their lives to seal away Exor and teach the people the history of what had happened.

S1!Pix, however, wished to move forward and not dwell on what had happened, instead wanting to go out into the people and see how the progressed.

The brothers argued before deciding to go their separate ways.

S1!Pix wandered for a while, which is where he got his wandering trader reputation, before finally settling in the dessert and founding the empire of Pixandria, always looking towards progress and the future of his empire.

S2!Pix stayed around Rivendell for a while, possibly even writing some of the books in the old library. Afterwords he also began to wander, before settling in the savanna and starting his museum dedicated to the past.

Eventually, many many years after the brother split from each other, and even many years after the great catastrophe that decimated Eastvale and the surrounding area, S1!Pix realized that he had no future left for himself in Pixandria. The empire was flourishing with little to no management from him and all the friends he had made were either dead or had moved on.

So, S1!Pix appointed a successor and left to try and find his estranged brother, who he found after several decades of searching.

The two were so very glad to see each other, having missed each other dearly. And yet, even being here with his brother, S1!Pix felt tired.

And so, with the last of his power and energy he created a small campfire with 12 chairs positioned around it. He imbued the fire with his spirit and he finally could rest.

And so, as S2!Pix said farewell to his brother, he also began to watch his brother's creation.

For, as any good storytellers know, great things tend to start around a campfire.

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sytokun · 1 year

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If I may ask, I a bit curious on the timeline of your Rwby rewrite project, you made videos on a Rwby rewrite before but with a different name(s because I can’t remember if it had more than one name) What changed with the name? In fact what change about production after the details video about a Rwby rewrite(hopefully you know what I talking about) It ok if it just speak in general terms than any details, just interest in your process!

This is a good opportunity to talk about my history with RWBY AUs from start to finish, so thanks for this ask.

I first got infected with the AU bug during Volume 3, when shit started going down in Episode 6 and my mind was abuzz thinking about how the story was going to unfold. This led me to create Shattered Tomorrow, which was about the predicted events and aftermath of the Fall of Beacon.

This later moved to RWBY: Visions, which was just a catch-all term that my other AUs would be grouped into at the time (much like how Star Wars: Visions is a collection of AUs, oddly enough). I made a few videos of it, as well as a subreddit which is now dead since I transitioned my community to YouTube instead, where this sort of AU/rewrite content reaches more people.

However, I soon released a video that more or less kickstarted my RWBYTubing days in earnest: RWBY Needs A New Beginning. The large positive reception I got for it led me to create a Discord server to discuss the project, at which point it grew into a community group project, and was renamed into RWBY: Cherish.

However, it was my first time leading a community project, so it encountered numerous fatal hurdles - namely the "too many cooks" problem. Everyone was pitching idea, writing docs and proposing characters to populate the world, but none of it was translating into real, tangible results. It lost steam about a year in and I grew disillusioned, especially after the conclusion of Volume 6. I was very close to dropping the show and leaving the fandom entirely.

I decided to step away and took a month-long break from the project and anything RWBY. It took me a while for me to recentre myself and start looking at my ideas again without premature outside influence. What did I really want from this project? Why do I keep returning to it?

I started sketching again, reclaiming pride in my own ideas again. Then, I discovered Cold Kingdom's album, which sparked my first real concepts for what would become RWBY: Remnants. But at the time, I created these under the placeholder title: We Are The Hunt.

I started gaining confidence in my creative self again, and I regained motivation to start over; more importantly, I got back my love for RWBY, and it was here I realised that I'll never be truly able to leave it behind until I put out my version of it for the world. I put everything I knew about this new AU into a few illustrations, used a song I liked that conveyed the tone I pictured, edited them together, and finally released the first trailer for RWBY: Remnants.

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For the first time, I had put out the ideas in my head into something tangible, something real. Something I could watch and share with others. It wasn't just a video of abstract promises, of me talking about how cool it would be in concept. Why spend all that effort describing something with the same effort I could use to make it a reality?

I realised that while others enjoyed my ideas and were passionate enough to help with it, I was the only person who could be responsible for it, and only I knew what I wanted it to be. With all those lessons in mind, I went ahead and launched RWBY: Remnants.

It's been a journey of over 6 years now, and it's still going. People who dismiss my AU work so far as a string of failed projects fail to realise that creation is an ever-changing thing. It changes its nature along with the person making it. Someone who makes something that's the same from start to finish has not learned anything about it or themselves from the process - they're making something stagnant, and a stagnant work reflects its creator.

I can't say that I'll stick with my RWBY AU forever, especially given RWBY's uncertain future, or even that I'll be able to finish all I wanted to accomplish. But as long as I'm still doing it, I've not regretted a single second.

This may be a project based on RWBY, but it's RWBY told through my own eyes. I count myself very lucky that a lot of people want to see me make it a reality, so I hope by telling it, I can inspire other people that they can do the same. You don't have to be a giant company or a team of hundred.

In my case, I just needed a small group I could trust to help me make it happen, and a lot of time. I'm grateful for that.

The one thing I learned the most in this experience is one word: Resolve. It's not a glorious, inspirational thing: I'm not pushing myself over a mountaintop or running a heartstopping marathon: but somehow, in spite of myself, I just draw a little every week.

I tell myself I shouldn't give up - not because of right or wrong - but because I know this is something that I will always return to. Something that will always welcome me back. Something about RWBY and this project constantly draws me back into it, like an unanswered question. It's an unusual drive I don't expect others to have, but whatever it is, something like that may exist for you in another form. I don't know if you wanna call it a life calling or whatever, but it's just... the thing you keep coming back to. It's like your inclination; your nature.

If I'm a pencil, it's in my nature to draw or write, even if I only take myself out of the drawer every month or so to do it. It doesn't change my character or my morals. I just do the thing, and the thing feels right to do.

6 years on, that's what working on this project feels to me at this point. Part of me wants to prove something to myself, and to share something with the world. But I think with enough consideration, I can probably live without those things. But even without them... I'm still going to do the thing. Because it feels right to do the thing. I like doing RWBY things, and I don't see a reason to stop anytime soon.

#rwby #rwby au #remnants #rwby rewrite #rwby cherish #rwby visions #we are the hunt #rwde

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bitchwhoreofastorm · 1 year

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for the snippit if youre still doing those: meridia. alternatively (and what i was looking for lowkey) was tesfest22 prompts TwT i was excited to read more!! no pressure tho, but maybe revisiting those could help if you're still trying to find the flow. <3

"They are living things," says Lorkhan gleefully, "We shall call them mortals. For they know of-- but let us not speak of that thing yet, that is Kyne's little secret, for now. Anyways, these are mortals. These are the fruits of our glorious project."

What Lorkhan waves to is: a twitching stag, scanning for predators; a sky-whale bobbing buoyantly; a pack of wolves circling each other; a nix-hound, trembling and void-wounded; a Khajiiti woman, combing her hair with her claws. Little mortals, as he calls them. The pathetic ensemble to whom he is devoting all of creation.

"Hmmm," says Magnus. "Very interesting."

He gazes upon Lorkhan's assembly-- then he turns around, addressing the flock of lesser et'ada who crowd around him. "Do you see, my students? There is a distinct property to these derivations of Lorkhan. Can you see what it is?" The et'ada furiously take notes.

"They may not look like much," Lorkhan attempts to reassure Magnus, "But rest assured, these scraps of creation hold potential beyond fathom."

Magnus scratches his chin. The et'ada continue to scribble.

"Their meagerness is by design," continues Lorkhan, "For it is only by their particular shortcomings that they can… comprehend a certain concept. For there are ideas that can be known only by omission. These mortals, their particular limitations, will afford them new opportunities, a chance to understand something we cannot. What do we say? The absence shows the presence."

"The absence shows the presence," chorus the et'ada, still scribbling in their books.

Magnus nods approvingly. "Very good," he intones, both to Lorkhan and the et'ada behind him. "Does anyone have any questions? You, Mnum-li-- no? How about you, Dinnani? What do you see in these creations? What appears-- ah."

For as he is speaking, a single spirit sneaks forwards, towards Lorkhan's motley creations. She raises a hand, a golden globe of light, Magnus-hued but blinding now, casting a glow over everything.

In the brilliance the stag ceases to twitch; the sky-whale floats with purpose; the wolves stand to attention; the nix-hound cowers; the Khajiiti woman glows as if a god. For a blessed and blinding moment, these creations, these so-called mortals Lorkhan has created, are flawless and good.

The et'ada lowers her hand. Lorkhan and Magnus look upon her curiously.

"There," says Meridia, uncowed. "Now we can see them more clearly."

#i WILL finish the iliah fic. probably soon. i'm finally like living in a house again #meridia

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keithsandwich · 8 months

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I hope not to bother but I am honestly curious to know what sparkled your interest for Keith ? 🤔 plus I really look forward to know more of your Oc she seem interesting 😌 I wish you a wonderful day :D

Hi!! You never bother me ❤️ Don't worry! I love talking about Keith and Maeve.

I fell in love with him during the Be My Lover Be My Beast event. It was the first time I really paid attention to him and he took my whole heart when I did lol. Everything about him is interesting to me so it's hard to keep it short and direct, but I think the first thing that got me hooked was the throuple dynamics between Keith, Alter and MC. With it came the complexity of their characters. Then Jade, the stag crest, the potential for pagan themes we've already talked about.

And I just love them both, they're the best of two worlds 🥹

About Maeve, I feel like I have to make a more neutral version of her to start posting more here. Since I've created her for a kinda magical AU fanfic, some things are super specific and wouldn't work without the whole AU context. But in general:

She was born in a very small village in southern Jade. Her parents were shepherds and she had a very modest and simple upbringing.

Her parents died when she was still very young, though, with a disease that spread through the village. A priestess named Una was there to help containing it, and when Maeve became an orphan she took her in to become a priestess like herself.

Maeve then started living in Caisteal na Sí, the castle of that duchy. The thing is, that region of Jade is still highly connected with the old religion and traditions, so Caisteal isn't an ordinary castle, but a place where people learn and practice all the rites that were once common in all Jade. They worship a Goddess, observe the Wheel of the Year, and try to live in synergy with nature (please notice this is my headcanon that Jade would have at least a region like this. Caisteal is my creation and is not canon).

But even being an apprentice and later a priestess herself, Maeve was always considered as a... kind of a maid. There's nothing really special about her lineage or her talents for her to be any more than this to the duchess.

Eventually Una had a baby of her own, Innes, and Maeve would help her taking care of the infant. They became family to her.

One day Una also passed, leaving Maeve and Innes on their own. But both Una and Innes had a good lineage and Innes is particularly talented, so let's just say she has a special treatment Maeve would never have. This didn't create any distance between them emotionally, but they're the only ones who see themselves as sisters.

Maeve has good knowledge of herbs and local tales, and she gets along very well with simple people. Royals make her feel a bit alienated.

She can sing, although she has conflicted feelings about it (remember she's called black bird? This is one of the reasons). She feels like this is her only talent, and that this is useful only to entertain people. Deep down she wished she could be more useful that this, she wished she had a higher purpose (it comes a lot with the treatment she receives as well, with everyone looking down on her).

Maeve is a Cancer. She's sweet, she can create deep bonds with people and would do everything to protect and take care of them. She's also very perceptive and emotional, and being so connected to the moon makes her mood swing a little bit lol She can't control her tears, but she can't do much to control it when she's angry as well.

She finds Keith hurt in the woods and takes care of his injury. It's easy for her to realize there's two Keiths, she can see the change in his eyes. And since she worships a Goddess with many faces, she simply accepts that the prince can have more than one face, too.

She ends up creating this bond with them while tending to their wound, since they're on their own in the woods during this period. But she knows a romance between them would be hard and most likely short-lived for many reasons. She believes he'll be back to court and she'll stay there in Caisteal, so what is there for them?

Still they fall in love, of course they do, heehee. And both Keiths do their best to assure her there'll be more to it than she believes.

I guess that's it for now? One day I'll try to elaborate everything better for Tumblr 😅 Maybe I can even try writing shorter stories in canon universe here about them. Let's see.

Thank you for your interest in her and for your ask!

#lovely ask #my maeve #ikepri oc #god i love keith #my english is probably very bad here i'm sorry #a wrote a lot spontaneously #askmaeve

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illuminatedcomics · 1 year

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Today I remembered Mad Magic, and I made a LONG post about it. MM ran from November 2017 to May 2020 for a total of nearly 200 pages, my longest comic yet, not only in terms of actual continuous posting, but in development, as I have sketches and art dating back from 2011. Almost ten years of planning and drawing resulted in me having a big burnout that lasted a year and a half. It wasn’t MM fault that happened, and this post is sort of me coming to terms with what went wrong.

While the details and the higher concept shifted and changed multiple times, the heart of this comic always remained the same: there’re two girls, they’re roommates, and they live through a series of comedic horror adventures.

Around early 2017, I combined this first draft with many newer ideas about high concept parody/deconstructions of Harry Potter: “What if a teenage Chosen one enters their adulthood and realizes they can’t top all the stuff they did as a kid?” and “What if one of those wallpaper background bullies that work as henchman for the main rival was the center of the narrative?” To be honest I was never a huge fan of Harry Potter, but still, I was in the right age group to see the movies as a kid, and read a few of the early books, so these concepts intrigued me.

Enter Mad Magic, the story of Joy Kaplan, former Demon Goat (that’s your house Slytherin), who after getting kicked out of school, ends up living a life of expedients, together with sassy Alix Peck, a punk girl that appears normal but has actually a mysterious past.

You know how they tell you “don’t make your first comic your big end all epic magnum opus”? Well, Mad Magic wasn’t technically my first attempt at a webcomic, but it nailed the too big for its own good part. When I finished planning it, it was going to be 17 chapters long (40 to 80 pgs each), with dozens of characters, twists, turns, action scenes, magic, time travel, vampires, elves, doppelgangers, lovecraftian gods, crossovers with other stories of mine, long haul plans a la Once Piece where that one character introduced in one panel in page 4 of chapter 1 was supposed to become the main villain of the story arc of chapter 12…

Considering the series ended after 4 chapters and a quarter, we know something broke down along the way. But what? Well first off MM was a ton of work. I structured the pages in a large euro-comic style, with four rows of panels, that fluctuated between 10 to 20 each, all full color. With a day job, completing a full page could take a couple of days or even a full weekend. So that was tiring, maintaining the schedule ate up a lot of free time, and whenever I missed an update or decided to take a brief hiatus I always regretted it and felt like crap about it.

But the biggest problem was a lack of general fulfillment and this absence was caused by my perceived inability to “find an audience”. There’re plenty of articles online explaining the causes of burnout, and one of the big ones is the problem with “reward”, when you don’t feel like the effort you put into something is worth what you’re getting in return.

There were people reading Mad Magic, there were people that seemed to love Mad Magic, but in my eyes, they were never enough… but what would’ve been “enough” anyway? What magic number would've made it worth it??? Ultimately, this junction between my inability to gather a larger interest, and the presence of this foggy, undescribed “number” of people that would’ve satisfied me caused the wheels to break down. I was letting things like subscriber counts, likes per page, pageviews and reblogs dictate how I perceived my own creation. If a page got fewer likes than average, I started wondering, obsessing what was wrong with it.

The point is, after nearly three years of working on Mad Magic, doing my damnest to put out pages weekly, I was seeing absolutely no growth in reach or audience and I didn’t really know what I was doing wrong or if I was doing anything right in the first place. This stagnation led to stress, which led to losing pleasure in doing the comic in the first place, so that I was forcing myself to make pages, eventually leading to burnout and the complete loss in my desire to draw again. It took me a year and a half to get back into things, a period so nasty and bleak that even the idea of reading a comic made me queasy. The fact that this coincided with the global covid pandemic exacerbated the problems, but I think that even without that, it would’ve simply taken a bit longer to reach the same point of no return. I realize now this mentality was unfair towards the few readers I had, and to myself too. I try not to worry about the idea of “finding an audience” anymore. I make the stuff I make because I want to, if I catch myself thinking “people won’t care about this” I nip it in the bud. I’m lucky enough that I don’t need to draw for a living, and considering artist’s spaces on the web seem to be constantly shrinking, the whole endeavor of finding a following online seems just a headache. I also try not to be bothered by the concept of schedules and updates. I only draw when I want, when I feel like it, and it works. I look at stuff like Toxic Park, one of my current projects: in 2022, I produced around 80 pgs of story in two blocks, when the will and inspiration to do so hit me. That’s roughly the same amount of pages of Mad Magic I made in a similar period 2017/2018, by forcing myself to have at least one page ready every single week. So, the change in schedule or lack thereof, didn’t result in a change in output. Not to mention, that in both cases, I tried to develop other ideas simultaneously, and while with MM coming out that felt like crunching, at my leisure carefree pace I also made a 20 pages historical comic, Theo the Lucky, and nine more shorter comics, which are all around two to three pages worth of story (and you’ve seen posted on this blog). Simply put, I feel like I draw so much more now that I don’t cage myself in a mentality where “I must get this done before this completely imaginary deadline hits”.

I still hold the Mad Magic’s cast dear to my heart, they’re part of a ten year journey. I often try to think of ways of bringing it back, but continuing from the point where I left it off, where things were just starting to get interesting, doesn’t feel right. I may follow Osamu Tezuka’s Star System, where the same characters in personality and design are recontextualized in completely different stories. We’ll see.

Mad Magic is still up on tumblr where it was originally posted! And looking back at it, I think it still holds up relatively well. I lost all passwords and emails relative to that account so I can’t access it, but the entirety of the comic in its uncompleted state (I think some pages might’ve been weirdly flagged during the tumblr porn ban?) can still be read here:

@madmagic-comic

#my comics #webcomics #tldr #wall of text #illuminatedcomics #mad magic #web comics

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bluiex · 9 months

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hey everyone! Its your favourite, never sleeping, anon! Cause I kept rereading my dumbass villain Seablings idea, I wrote something…. ;)

When Evil Seeps From Someone Within.

The waters were a reck for her birth. She rose from the depths cracking out of a large pristine egg and in her arms, she cradle a slightly smaller, damage egg. She proclaimed that she was the Queen of the ocean and those who do not believe her shall face her wrath.

One challenged her, so she gently lagged the egg she held in a small bed of seaweed and brutality murdered the challenger. After that day, no one dared to cross her majesty. They feared her and loved her. They offered gives of jewels and riches, pearls and gems.

The day her brother hatched was almost as magnificent as her birth. She warned the people that since a predictor had hurt him while she was in her weakened state, that they must look past anything that might be wrong with his and act as he was as big and mighty as her.

When she was made be as mighty as him, the creator, she begged for her brother the same. She feared that since she was seen as even more great, they’d harm him. The creator granted him immorality since in their eye, her brother had not proven his worth. She ask “What must he do for him to be of your worth, my creator?”

No one knows what the answer was, but years later after the creator started to create the great gods of old, her brother was chosen as one. She rejoiced, for now, no one would dare harm her sweet younger brother. But she was wrong.

Many many years later after, a challenger came, as they did every year. But they were not here for her. The challenger called them self the ‘Salmon’ claiming that there were far superior to the ‘Cod’, her brother most favourited creation. For their stupidity and bravery, she created a creation after the challenger but as a weaker, far less superior creation to her brother’s. As if mocking the challenger after their death.

For long they lived and have they many ‘deaths’. Ceremonies were they would ascend back to the land of Gods and from there they watch over and blessed their people. They return after their bodies they used were remade. This went on for centuries.

A great corruption came upon all the great gods of old. She had grown bored of her regular schedule so she set this on to the world, but kept away from her and her brother. But there was two that just wouldn’t give in. The ‘Goody-two-shoes’. The suck ups. They attempted to stop the corruption but they were far too weak, so she ‘helped’.

Aeor and Exor had rewarded her and her brother greatly for the help but she ask that they not be mention in their story for ‘fear’ that their people would confused the stories. The Stags agreed and ascended. But tragedy struck as when they tried to go back to the mortal plain they were unable to. Asking the only gods they knew had access to the mortal plain to assign protectors.

She was so glad when they asked this, for she now could gave as much chaos without worry. So she did as told but slipped a bit of corruption. She did question if this was wrong when her brother hesitated. Scared. But she reassured him that the other child would be the protector, so the corruption wouldn’t get out of hand. She never breaks her promises for her brother.

After many years of this, her brother soon grew bored and tired, scared and lonely. Every child would kill the other, cry until their lungs gave out and then it would repeat. But one caught his eye. A blue hair one. He was beautiful. Her brother knew that if ask she stop his brother from hurting him in anyway but he was afraid.

He didn’t even know why he was afraid. His sister had fallen in love. So why couldn’t he? The elf in traced him with everything they did. Despite knowing how the story will end, he gave a peace offering in hope to get to know the elf. Tho…his sister said that he was a bit messed up since he had been hurt when he was just in the egg, he never thought that it would ruin something like this.

He had miss spelled ‘pufferfish’. One of his sisters creations. The elf had taken great offence, crushing his heart. He had not wanted to lose the elf. His sister say his sadness and was ready for revenge, ready to sent the elf’s brother to kill the elf, but that cause him to break.

He cried out to her, “No! Please! Sister..sister I love him! I want not anything to happened to him, please!” And she listen, she always listen to everything he said. She forced the elf and his brother’s life to be combined so that the elf’s brother would not harm the elf or else he would be harmed himself. He was eternally happy, tho he knew mortal won’t last.

He hope for at least a hundred years before he had to say good bye, but his elf was selfless and brave. More brave than the salmon. More brave then the first challenger. brave than himself. An he adored his elf for that but it caused him pain. His swamps grieved with him, fogging over and claiming the lives of all those who weren’t his people.

He grieved for years. He begged and pleaded to his sister to talk with Lady Death. He’d do anything for his elf to be with him again. His sister did beg Lady Death, seeing her brother cry broke her heart more than when her human died. She wanted nothing more than for it to stop.

It took years for Lady Death to even consider her pleading for her brother’s request, but she did. The elf had been one Lady Death cared for as well. She said he reminded her of her child, a mortal child she had lost ing a war. And so she agreed. She brought him back but now as powerful as she could. Even if she was the creators sister, there was only so much she could do.

-🌺🪸🥀

Also. The creator? No gender. What the fuck is gender? All they know is she must keep all the other gods from killing each other or he wont have any left.

(also with no context what so ever, should I or should I not kill the main character. This only changes the sequel btw)

the creator is like me frfr. what is gender? LOL

OKAY BUT DUDE THIS IS AWESOME. I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM!!

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post #ficlet #evil seablings #esmp seablings

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ferromagnetiic · 3 months

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uta slams her hand down on the table to get his attention. and she grins proudly while she placed a clear box with holes pierced into the top on the table, shoving it closer to kid so he can have a look at the amazing gift she got him. inside this makeshift cage a big deep red stag beetle was waiting for him. “look at this one! it’s not a scorpion but isn’t it pretty neat? took me hours to catch it.” not that the leaves still stuck in her hair would give away that she might have dived head first into bushes and climbed trees to catch the little fellow. “it looks pretty strong so i thought i would give it to you. you couldn’t win beetle battles with just any beetle.” she nods along to her own words, then points at the beetle. “the red ones are special. and pretty feisty, it reminded me of you. happy valentine's day, captain!” ( kid pirates verse cuz captain deserves the shittiest coolest valentine's day gift in existence <3 )

【 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘. 】 @melodysian 【 Uta. 】

As if aware of the introduction, the ruby insect in question seems to deliberately shift into the overhead glow of the candlelight, reflecting the warm yellow tones across its glossy exoskeleton. Though it barely moves an inch, the sheer mass of the beast combined with the sight of oversized pincers lined with studded teeth would cause one to associate it with a dangerous nature; something that could, if provoked, cause notable harm. It should go without saying that Kid is enamored with the gift. He leans in to the clear container to get a closer look at the specimen, taking in the sight of it from different angles. Taps the glass with the tip of an equally red nail, trying to tempt the beetle into further movement.

❝ Right beast, he is. ❞ He decrees, a signal of his approval accompanied by a smile that displays both rows of his teeth.

❝ He's a fighter, then? A bitey one? ❞ It would be for the best if he is a fighter, as she claimed. God knows he was prone to unintentionally squishing tiny creatures whether he intended to or not — he wasn't known for having an especially delicate touch. If the beetle were to survive under his care, it would need to be determined to cling to life. Kid would not state this information to Uta. He will do his best to care for the bug to the best of his abilities. Perhaps he will make a larger container for it in the near future so it has more room to roam. He ponders over this for a few more moments as he continues to admire the red stag, before finally drawing his attention back to the girl before him.

❝ Damn nice of ya. He'll get a nice spot on a shelf in my workshop. ❞ Placed somewhere he could be easily admired. A very high compliment from the surly mechanic.

Before Kid returns to seating himself upright in his chair, he extends his right hand towards Uta's two-toned hair; plucks a dry leaf from her bangs, then looks at it trapped between his fingers.

❝ ...Hold on, before ya go. ❞

A few pieces of silver scrap metal scattered over the floor begin to hover closer to him; all odds and ends he had been intending to save for a future project, now being put to another purpose. He draws a thin sheet of steels to his hands, and begins to effortlessly contort it like he was handling paper. Magnetized fingers fold and bend the material with ease, smoothing down previously sharp edges, reshaping the item like wet clay. He works for a few minutes, carefully fussing over his ongoing creation without another word until it's finished. The metal groans and creaks under his command and progressively shrinks into its new shape.

When he is finally satisficed with the product, he presents it to the musician seated across to him on a flat palm. A shiny silver hairclip, with a little metal beetle attached to the front. It's not quite as intimidating as the one she brought to him, admittedly; it borders more into a simple and cutesy idea of a beetle rather than bearing a ferocious appearance. Still, he thinks it's fairly obvious what it's supposed to be, and that's good enough. It'll keep those bangs out of her eyes, and maybe then she won't get quite so much foliage in her hair when she goes bug hunting.

Kid drops the hairclip into her lap with a flick of his hand.

❝ Gift for a gift. We're square, now. ❞

#melodysian #melodysian : uta #【 ⚙ ˊˎ | GET OUT OF MY WAY | ask. 】#【 ⚙ ˊˎ | RECKLESS TONGUE | ic. 】#VALENTINE'S DAY 2024 #// BABEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY SHE BROUGHT HIM A BEETLE #// HE'S GOT A NEW PET #// he's going to train it to fight with luffy's beetles.#// feed it protein and make it strong.#// they're friends now. it's his little beetle buddy.#// thank you uta he loves it. i loved this ask we're both very happy i am screaming.#// happy valentines day. kid is very loved.#// i'm going to reference his beetle friend whenever i can hehehe

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theroseempress · 1 year

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Greetings, denizens of Tumblr, men, women, and potplants!

I randomly decided this blog needed an introductory post, so here we are.

Any of my writing/art can be found at the #my writing and #my art tags respectively. My current WIP, The Golden City, can be found at #the golden city or #tgc if I'm lazy. I have any number of background projects, which can all be found at #backburner wips.

Random details about me include; I'm a writer/artist in training, self-taught for both, and a professional bullshitter. I also like cats better than dogs, drink a lot of hot cocoa and coffee, and recently discovered I might be intolerant to milk, which I am VERY salty over. I'm also a professional procrastinator, and am actually procrastinating from something by writing this very post.

I come in several different flavours of neurodivergent!

I am also a coloured pencil. No, I will not elaborate.

You can call me any variation of my blog name, R, or Rose, whichever you like. (if you somehow know me IRL and thus know my actual name; no you do not)

I'm chill with basically anyone (whatever your opinions are on anything) as long as you can be respectful about them. While I do have opinions on all controversial topics (being as I am a Human Bean and thus biased) I prefer to stay firmly neutral and out of any Important Debates/politics.

Oh, and I adore tag/ask games, feel free to drop in with anything at any time, but I am erratically efficient with answering so it maay take a while. Sorry.

Anyway! Other me/WIP-related stuff under the cut because this's a 'lil long :D

Media I like includes; Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (I'm planning to watch the 03 one at some point but haven't gotten around to it) Avatar; The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra, the Reckoners series, Redwall, The Queen's Thief series, The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl comics, the Agents of SHIELD tv show, and pretty much all of the older Barbie movies. (most specifically Princess and the Pauper) I'm also pretty involved in the Miraculous Ladybug fandom, somehow, despite not having watched most of it.

Favorite characters of mine include; Edward Elric, Roy Mustang, Azula, Kuvira, Sokka, Zuko, Fitz, Adrien Agreste, Félix Graham De Vanily, Kagami Tsurugi, Varrick, Zhu Li, Eugenides/Gen, Basil Stag Hare, Gonff, Ling Yao, Preminger, and Azul.

I'm not much of a shipper, but I do have a soft spot for Royai, the Love Square and Feligami from Miraculous Ladybug, and whatever Zhu Li/Varrick is called.

Anyway, here's the plot as of yet of my main WIP in newspaper-headline style because I saw someone else do it and I liked the idea.

Local Thief Gets Arrested And Then Takes Advantage of Loophole; Winds Up Going On Treasure Hunt. (Chaos Ensues)

Here's a runup of the main characters;

Felix Rose- professional bullshitter/actor/ridiculously good at being charming. Very cocky, actually has enough skills to (occasionally) warrant it. Owns four cats. Does not want to go to jail, thank you. Noble who part-times as a thief, as one does.

Shannon Rose- professional Felix's Twin Brother. At first glance seems significantly less mischevious than Felix, but we must remind you that Felix is significantly more anything than anyone. Studying to be a scholar. Would also prefer it if Felix did not got to jail, would like to prevent that.

Valentin Fleet- professional Cinnamon Roll. Wants to do the Right Thing, unsure what that actually means. Is capital-C Conflicted. Somehow managed to go from the resident Tough Person to the resident Cinnamon Roll over the story's creation. The reason Felix is in jail, would prefer it if he stayed there, please.

I also have a website, (carolinaauthor.wordpress.com) where I'll be posting my WIP when it gets to production stage, and an Etsy store (it's called CoffeeCatDesigns, I'll find a link later sorry) where you can buy stuff from me. Oh, and I started writing fanfic recently! I'm The Rose Empress on ao3 if you're interested!

If you want to ask me questions about any of my WIPs or tag me in stuff I will be more than happy to answer :D

Mmmmmmmmkay that's it thank you for reading, I'm gonna go do that thing I was procrastinating from now.

-R

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darklinaserver · 2 years

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Hidden Gems Week: Day 5 Roundup (A Breath, A Pause)

Hidden Gems is a scavenger hunt! While the theme & main “quest” will change each day, every recommendation must meet the following: be MORE than 30 days old from first posting PLUS meet one of the following conditions: fewer than 25 comments/reblogs OR fewer than 50 kudos/likes OR fewer than 1000 total hits. This is a wonderful opportunity to catch up on the HUGE number of stories and visual creations that have been posted both before and after the show came out!

Phew! The excavation of our bookmarks and our feelings continues. Today you are looking for works that made you laugh out loud, ugly cry, or twist around in your chair in rage OR that completely changed your headcanons. If you're on the hunt for visual works, you're looking for anything that had you giggling or felt like a sucker punch after you'd seen it.

Midnights in Os Alta by Unseemingowl

The Expense Reports of Nina Zenik, Spy. by TheBurnBarrelJester

The Tale of the Three Trackers and Morozova's Stag by Silberias

i've been looking for so long by nightquills

I like weird moments where what you have isn't really a joke by middlemarch

Would You Lie With Me (And Just Forget The World?) by Spacecadet72

Chasing After You by iskiforfun

trapped like a deer in a cage (gotta cut off your nose to spite your face) by Becky_Blue_Eyes

Let Me Love The Lonely Out Of You by Spacecadet72

Welch ein fest by Silberias

And a long watch you would keep by middlemarch

atrament by kxvira

Bonk Me, Please by lostdaemon

Trapped His A** by SundayWolfSong

When the Sun loves the Moon (even the ocean feels her pull) by Danni_438

I've been sitting at the bottom of a swiming pool for a while now (drowning my thoughts out with the sound) by Danni_438

Rolling by lostdaemon

starkova's furry friend sanctuary by inkbug

the weapon in your hand by Silberias

The Tale of the First Sun Summoner by Silberias

whatever souls are made of by thewayofthetrashcompactor (BriarLily)

The Passion by cg_writes

Every Moment Spent With You (Is A Moment I Treasure) by Spacecadet72

the whole time singing you a song by midwinterspring

#Darklina #aleksander morozova #alina starkov #the darkling #grishaverse #shadow and bone #fanfic #hidden gems week #this list is ravkan roulette on whether the link is gonna be the funniest fic in the world or absolute heartbreak

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fandomfluffandfuck · 10 months

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if you don't mind me asking, how do you plan your fics? you're really good at giving your fics like an overarching structure and cohesiveness, I've tried planning my fics before but I just don't know where to start, mostly I just write whatever and hope it finds a structure lol

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I don't mind at all, sweetheart

Also, thank you! That's very sweet. I try to have some semblance of plot to hold my porn together, lmao.

Before I explain what I, personally, do, I want to mention a writing concept a friend of mine explained to me. When it comes to creating stories, there's no wrong way of writing, obviously. But, there are different approaches to creation. And, supposedly, with writers, there are two models: the gardener and the architect.

The gardener doesn't have much of a plan going into their writing. They may have an idea, but not an actual outline. They prepare the dirt, drop in a seed, and water it and let it get enough sun. Sure, they know what kind of seed they dropped in, but they're not exactly sure about what will grow--how tall the plant will be, how big the leaves, how much it will produce, etc.? It's a little supposedly more free and seat-of-the-pants with a focus on big picture.

The architect, however, has a plan going in. Ahead of time. The plan is structured. Imagine a blueprint drawing with lots of details--specific lengths, angles, different perspectives, side notes, etc. Then, the writing is executed according to the plan. It's supposedly a little more strict and detail oriented.

The types are just different ways to go about things, though. One isn't better than the other. And I have to say, between those two types, I am certainly an architect. Yet, I have always admired gardeners. It seems way more wild and free and creative. And I, personally, think those kinds of writers find flow much better. I'm obsessive and strict, and sometimes I have a difficult time getting out of my routines, which can take some of the magic out of writing (or art in general) for me. But, I also know I am lucky to be able to write the way I do--setting schedules, making plans, forcing myself to stick to them even if I am not feeling a particular scene, and getting words out so I have a finished product with relative speed.

Normally, I plan my fics by having a concept and building around the scene or basic ideas.

What do I want to include? What point do I want to make? What thing do I want to explore?

With this series that I'm planning--without giving too much away, haha--I started with the alternative universe and the characters I wanted to play with. The alternative universe I'd been thinking about included characters with specific backgrounds. So, I knew how I wanted the characters to interact at the end, but I wanted to build up to that point rather than just cutting to the end. I thought it'd be more interesting to explore the entire relationship, not just the end.

So, with the end of the story in mind, then I thought about other scenes I was interested in including. Important moments I wanted them to have. After that, I placed in a first meeting point. Then, I got to planning the middle parts.

Side note though, with this particular AU, I ended up coming up with the title for the overall series before I had all the parts of the story. I had the AU, the end point, and an idea of how to get them to meet when I had an idea for the title. With the title and the longing for a series, then I thought about what I wanted the individual fics to be called. With all those names, then I filled in the gaps. Having the structure of possible names for each fic allowed me to get into the knitty gritty.

As for planning individual fics, I go through several stags.

The first stage is completely bare bones and looks like:

Puppy play

Puppy Steve

Collar, cage, leash, tail plug, desperation, hip wiggling

(I literally use jot dots)

The second stage is a little more detailed, giving a basic play-by-play for the fic, and looks like:

Steve has always been eager and Bucky enjoys that about him, so, he figures why not exploit it? He brings up the idea to Steve

Have them have a conversation...

Steve agrees, blushing

Bucky orders some light gear... it arrives...

(If this were a real fic plan, the plan would continue on play-by-play all the way to the aftercare/end)

The third stage is more detailed still, I flesh out all the jot dots into actual sentences, and it looks like this:

Steve gets all dopey and sweet the moment he gets hard. It's as if his dick turns off his brain. Bucky has been into it since the first time he saw it happen--intimately close to the other man with a deep, primal urge to dig his teeth into Steve's skin just from watching how he melts. His eyes going dark, his skin turning pink, and his breathing getting heavy even as he starts whimpering in the back of his throat. With the realization of his spontaneous melting, even before orgasm, Bucky has gotten more and more into it over time. If that's even possible, considering how much he liked it immediately. Bucky's also pushed for those dopey, dumb, sweet instincts more and more.

So, it's only natural to wonder how far he can take it. How far can he take Steve?

(That would be a more fleshed out version of the first-ish bullet point)

The fourth stage is taking the fic out of jot dots and putting it into actual fic format. I do this one by one, re-reading and adding or subtracting as I go.

With the realization of his spontaneous melting, even before his orgasm, Bucky has gotten more and more into it over time, if that's even possible, considering how much he liked it immediately. Bucky's also pushed for those dopey, dumb, sweet instincts more and more.

So, it's only natural to wonder how far he can take it, right? How far can he take Steve? How stupid can he get, panting and whining like a puppy, heeling at Bucky's command even though he wants to run wild.

The fifth stage is another re-reading.

(With changes, minor or major, depending)

The sixth stage is putting the fic through Grammarly/whatever grammar and spelling program I'm using to check my work.

(Then I copy and paste my fic into AO3 and do the formatting I need to there for tags, spacing, summaries, etc.)

I hope that answers your questions, lol.

TLDR; I start with a scene in mind usually, then build out from there. Planning takes up most of my fic writing time, considering just how "done" looking my fics are by the third stage. Planning is nice, but just seeing what happens can be fun, too, I wish I could do more of that, actually, haha. The cohesiveness mostly comes from thinking about why I want to write a fic/series. Even if the why is simply "I want to explore this kink because I like this kink" and not something life changing.

Thanks for the ask!

#asks #writing #writing tips #kinda

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spiritofjustice · 1 year

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dark dragon vers of magicant 👀

(In response to the tags of this post)

Anyways, yeah! It's interesting that Magicant doesn't really appear in Mother 3. It feels like such a cool and interesting part of being a PSI user in the Mother series, but whatever. I imagine a being as powerful as the Dark Dragon, who in my view is a being made of the Earth's Power, has to have a Magicant. I imagine Magicants, though large, do have limits to their size. The world can only exist inside one's head, so it is usually contained to one town and a surrounding area, whereas I think that the Dark Dragon's Magicant is significantly larger than that.

It's probably impossible to explore the entire thing, considering that. It kind of grows infinitely as necessary and is sprawling. It's sort of why travel works weirdly in Her Magicant; because it'd take too long to get anywhere if travel worked the way it did in reality. You sort of just inevitably appear in one place or another, the path in front of you stretching and squishing down to what is necessary for you. It's a lot of natural space, but there are some different settlement-type areas around.

I'm sure there are Denizens of this Magicant that were created of Her mind for Her mind, but I haven't developed that much. Who else is contained in there, though, includes the Magifolk; Magicant is already shell-themed, as are the homes of the Magifolk, so to me it feels like that perhaps they are a creation of the Dark Dragon. They get to have a big, shell-themed castle. So they disappeared, but they still exist in some form in Magicant.

In terms of other things, I talked extensively about "forest gods" in Jonel's chapter that are just splinters of the Dragon that carry out Her will and watch over different areas of Nowhere on Her behalf. The stag and the Drago appear in that chapter. There are some others, but the only other one I developed was a dog one, but anyways. The difference between how those forest gods appear in reality vs. Magicant is sort of interesting; in reality, they're just vague shadowy shapes, whereas in Magicant they are actual, physical black animals. They also talk, whether flat out being the vessel for the Dragon to speak with, or with their own voices.

They sort of act as guides around Magicant in the same way that they are guides in reality. They're wise, and want to help someone who visits-- because it is possible, though very rare and would be up to the Dragon's discretion. Per Kumatora's chapter, she was selected to enter because she is connected to the Magifolk and needed to speak with them. In addition, the proof of concept chapter I mentioned starred Lucas visiting, and this is something he's done many times, although this was the first time he was allowed to explore it.

I digress. The last set of pre-existing denizens in Magicant would be Chosen Ones relating to the Dragon. Anybody who has been connected to Her still has a copy of themselves living within this Magicant. To keep it short, prior to Her being sealed away, the Chosen Ones were all in one long familial line, until the last one decided to betray Her and attempt to control the Dragon, which wound up with Her being sealed away because she attempted to kill off humans for it. Not that She could act all that rationally when he was the one controlling Her heart anyways, so She had to be sealed away until She could be revived and controlled by another again.

So, there's a long line of people who all worked alongside Her, and now exist as copies in Magicant. It isn't the real version of that person, just an imitation of them. Even the one that betrayed Her is probably still in there somewhere, just hidden deep away forever, separate from the others. There's a copy for Lucas already, and it's very eerie on both ends-- both the real version and the Magicant version-- to know that one of you is just a mere copy of somebody who is real. Lucas found it deeply unsettling, and so did his counterpart. But they all live there, peacefully given a sort of afterlife within Magicant with Her.

Magicant similarly also is where the Dragon exists, since Her size makes it difficult for Her to exist on the same plane as reality. I mean, She can, She just generally chooses not to because it interferes with Nowhere and the creatures living on it. Essentially, you have to contact Her via the Prayer Sanctuary-- I guess you could do it anywhere, but that's the best option-- in order to see Her. Even then, there's no guarantee you will. Jonel saw a small portion of the Dragon's Magicant, and saw part of Her true form, but he isn't really capable or allowed to see Her as She really is.

I imagine She really does just look like a dragon, ginormous, pitch-black, the big, white moon eyes I always mention. Though with Magicant, She can also squish Her form down to something smaller as necessary, it's just not Her true form, and therefore not preferable to Her. The Dragon could take many forms, such as the forest gods, though I think She can also take the form of a human if She'd so like. Either She would imitate one of Her Chosen Ones (-Dragon pointing at Lucas- this is the ideal human body. you may not like it, but this is what peak performance looks like) or just take on Her own unique form.

I think the Dragon could also squish Her form in reality, it's just easier to not exist there at all. If She needs to make an appearance, then She will, but overall, the Dragon really tries not to interfere with human lives unless absolutely necessary to avoid them becoming reliant upon Her. But if you really need advice, and you really need to ask Her for help, trying to contact Her in the sanctuary, as mentioned, is a good bet. The Magicant is also Her reception area for people basically GRHF. You can get a good chat there.

And that's basically it, far as I can remember. It's a way less wacky version of Magicant compared to Ness's, and is more structured the way Maria's is. I think the more powerful you are, plus perhaps the older you are, the more stable Magicant becomes. It's still an odd, eerie place, but it's like a fantasy world more than a bizarre dream. Time doesn’t work right, it’s always bright, so on. It's a world unlike any other, and would be the most unique Magicant anybody could possibly visit. After all, I think a god's Magicant is something pretty damn special and significant.

#butterflypistolking #asks #mother tag #worldbuilding tag #anyways THANKS FOR SENDING!!!!#i never developed the Created denizens of Magicant #because i did this worldbuilding prior to playing M1 so i didn't really care about that version lol #but that version slaps it's so good Maria is truly a brilliant PSI user #i'm sure there's lot of little towns with people and creatures of all kinds vibing together

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disregardcanon · 11 months

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toh grishaverse au i found in my notebooks today

long ago backstory: functions as the darkling, but with a more Belos TM backstory. he’s the okats’ya younger brother of caleb, who was the first shadow-summoner. he and his brother had to travel a lot as kids because they were still orphans and outcasts

philip knows about caleb’s powers and blames them for having so often, even though caleb tries very hard to hide them.

at their newest village, caleb meets evelyn clawthorne, the daughter of The Miraculous Morozava Clawthorne, the greatest fabrikator in history. evelyn is another fabrikator and they both live openly in their ravkan village, helping openly with ailments more like zowa.

then the village is raided. after the wittebros flee with evelyn and her father, philip turns the rage toward evelyn and ends up killing both evelyn AND caleb.

papa morozova brings back evelyn but is either unwilling or unable to bring back caleb. in a rage, philip steals caleb’s body and escapes under the cover of darkness... CALEB’S darkness. it turns out that in killing caleb, philip inherited his powers.

most of the other characters are in the 2nd army years and years in the future after belos has created a safe place for grisha... to eventually kill them

slightly less long ago backstory:

Lilith- is kerch, the sun-summoner, and the daughter of grisha who are NOT a fan of the 2nd army. but she comes to ravka anyway because she thinks that it will help things and has been a fan of ravka’s “pro-grisha” propaganda as opposed to the secrecy they have to live with in kerch. she also, uh, tried to give eda a potion to incapacitate her so that lilith could bring her with to ravka and that went VERY wrong. owl-beast kind of wrong.

as a response to the sun-summoner’s arrival, belos sends his current golden guard (darius’s mentor) out to seek morozova’s stag. the mentor tries to draft darius to help him with the job, but darius feels uneasy about the idea of how, exactly, belos wants to use the amplifier. his mentor is hurt but knows that he needs a competent fabrikator to help him, even if it isn’t darius. he asks alador instead.

alador does it despite numerous warnings from darius that it’s a bad idea, and thus he becomes important in the hierarchy and secures himself a marriage to the powerful and wealthy odalia blight.

belos uses his knowledge of what happened to eda as leverage against lilith and promises that if lilith can capture her wayward sister and bring her to ravka, he will “heal her”. (it’s mainly a way to study what happened to her and see if he can implement something similar as a pox against grisha specifically)

The Golden Guard- hunter- a creation of philip’s using caleb’s bones and merzost. he does not have grisha powers of his own, except for mal’s tracking instincts, due to his connection to caleb and evelyn.

blight family affiliations: odalia=heartrender, alador= durast, amity=durast, emira= healer that odalia tries to force into heartrending, edric= alkemi

Darius- all purpose fabrikator. he does it allll and is both feared and envied for that

Eberwolf- squaller

Willow’s dads- alkemi who want willow to be a fabrikator because fabrikators don’t see combat. one of them is a shu refugee and he’s willow’s bio dad

Willow- a grisha with very strange abilities (plant based? what?) trying very hard to to be a fabrikator, but with her lack of ability and shu heritage... it wasn’t going very well.

Gus- prodigy squaller obsessed with different cultures and languages. his dad is zemeni man who was captured by druskelle while traveling and fled to ravka when he managed an escape when he reached fjerdan shores. he’s a tidemaker.

Boscha- heartrender

Mattholomule- inferni, along with his big brother steve

Raine- a squaller with a very niche use of it through manipulating vibrations, especially through music.

Non-2nd Army

The Collector- immortal saint

King- strange offspring of an immortal saint with distinct powers, including being a live amplifier.

Hooty- the sea whip :3

Delll- farmer and keeper of a home for wayward grisha. he has complex powers

Gwen- healer obsessed with trying to “fix” eda

Eda- lives on the outskirts of ketterdam and spends her time trying to help indentures, especially grisha indentures, escape their bonds. she also hones her strange and complex grisha powers

Luz- raised in an insular community in rural kerch by a zemeni man and an transracial suli adoptee raised in kerch by kerch parents, luz is still herself. her school’s headmistress talks camilla into sending her to a boarding school in the north of ketterdam. luz decides to go exploring as she arrives in ketterdam and ends up almost indentured before eda finds her.

might come back to this and try to make it coherent, but right now this is just a transcription of my notes from months ago... so

#toh #toh aus #grishaverse #lilith clawthorne #philip wittebane #edalyn clawthorne #grishaverse aus

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