#apt tenebris

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Hugo showing his new pet to Amicia 🥰

#a plague tale tenebris #apt tenebris #a plague tale requiem #a plague tale innocence #amicia de rune #hugo de rune #fanart #my art #fancomic

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Possible moment he started to fall in love, ladies and gentlemen? 👀

Lucas nodded, but Amicia found him more obedient than truly convinced. She decided to intervene. [insert Amicia arguing with Beatrice about Hugo's disease and how Beatrice doesn't know shit either] Lucas kept his lips parted, seized that one could retort anything to a luminary like Beatrice. It was not the first time that Amicia's courage surprised him, and he wondered once again, a dissenting thought faithful to Laurentius' argument, if alchemy did not have more room to make, in its rigorous mechanics, to the human variable.

The way he got more confident right after. 😭🤧

#lumicia #lucas x amicia #a plague tale spoilers #a plague tale tenebris #apt tenebris #spoilers #the way he actually misses Laurentius is so heartbreaking; wish the game would've brought it up at least once after that chapter

[helpmeimblorboing]

An extract from the book I'm writing (or trying to write), called "The Demon King". I would love to hear your opinions !!

My father was a Hunter, or so I am told. It is my duty to follow in his footsteps. To purge the world of the vile abominations that are the demons. Tall and lithe, his eyes cold and hard as the diamonds that crown the rings that shine on his fingers, he stands at the head of the hall of Hunters. I look at them, sometimes, when I am granted leave from my training

Aching with bruises and sore with injuries, I huddle up against the great marble pillars of the Hall of Kings, beside the statue of mighty Tenebris that stands tall beside the doorway to the vast marble training halls and watch him speak, his muscles rising and falling under the pale skin of his lean, almost-too-thin arms, his body lithe and muscular as a panther.

The White Death. Pride and joy of the human race

And I, his son

The priests of Tenebris come to me in droves. Great One, they call me, Destined to lead us to victory. I look back at them, my eyes blank and devoid of emotion. They lie as they speak. Their tongues are stained with them, dripping black and poisonous. They seek only our gold, or so Father says, and little else

He speaks to me rarely, if ever, his words curt and short, his voice heavy with meaning and utterly void of emotion. He calls on me as we fight, his white blade flashing against my black. The other Hunters call us “The Two Deaths”. An apt name.

He is greater than me, in battle. His speed is faster, his blade, stronger. His sword flashes as it moves, mighty Deathbringer, engraved with hundreds of thousands of notches on the flat of it’s blade, making it look white and mottled

I had asked him once, why they were there. He had replied, his lips pulled back in a wolfish grin, cold and ruthless, that each notch marked a demon killed. He looked at me, and I saw an animal, wild and ruthless, mad and intoxicated with the stench of blood. Then, as quickly as the madness came, it left, and once more, his eyes glittered, dark and unfathomable, but, for perhaps the first time in my short life, I did not want to know what lay behind them

I asked him once, how any woman could possibly love him. Surely it would be an easier feat to love a mountain-face, perhaps, or a statue.

He had simply stopped, his back stiffening at the words. He had turned to me, his eyes alight with sapphire fire, an unnamable emotion- an unknowable madness- swirling in their depths, and had spat out, his lips pursed, as though the words were poison

“No earthly creature gave you birth, boy. You were born for blood and the pyre”

Before I could ask what he meant, he was already gone, his steps hard and fast- almost stomping- as he marched up the vast staircase that led to his office

The great hand of Tenebris casts a shadow over me as I stand before his altar, and look up. His face is marble, carved by priests born centuries ago. Founder of our Order. First of the Hunters. It is cold and harsh, and my father stands beside me, and speaks, his words clipped and quick, devoid of everything but reproach

“This is what a Hunter is. This is what it means to be a Hunter. Be fast as lightning. Be free from all dross, all worldly emotion, save the heat of battle, and let your sword speak for you. He knew that. I only pray that you learn it soon”

I want to scream. To shout and cry. “The people love me”, I want to say, “What more do you want from me ? Why am I never enough ?”, but then his eyes, hard as crystal, fall on me, and my tongue stills in my throat, freezing over as fear fills me. I bow, “Y-yes, sir”

He gestures to the door. He does not need to speak. The meaning is clear. Get out of my sight, he seems to speak with his eyes alone. And as I leave, I see him look back to the great statue of Tenebris, and fall to his knees, as if begging for penance

“Again”, my father’s harsh voice rings out, echoing out over the grasses that populate the hillside beside the Hunter Order’s headquarters.

I raise my black blade, that I had not seen fit to name, and perform the drills again. My hand shivers on the last thrust. A harsh blow lands on it

“Perfection is needed”, my father spits out, his eyes glittering like black beads, “Only perfection will bring victory. A dance of blade and flesh – their flesh, your blade. Unless you want to end up on some demon’s menu ?”

“N-no sir”

“Then… again !!”, he roars out the last words. I do as I am commanded

I wonder about my childhood, whenever I am given time to do so. I remember only fragments, flashes of memory – of two brilliant blue eyes peering down at me, disdain clear in them. I remember rain and lightning illuminating pools of blood. I remember tears on my face. I remember Father, kneeling in front of me, so that he may look my small form in the eye. An inscrutable expression decorates his face – as unknowable as the dark fabric of the night sky behind his back. He curls his upper lips back in a sneer of disdain, and makes as if to say something.

The memories end there

“Your father was eaten by those filthy demons”, I am told, “The great White Death saw fit to take you under his wing and raise you as his own. Be grateful !!”. I do not believe them. My father is not a man known for kindness

I kneel at the altar every day and I pray for an answer

I beg ceaselessly, a constant stream of questions.

Who am I ? Why am I ? What am I ?

#original creation #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writer things #creative writing #author #booklr #book writing #writing community

[crystalmarred]

“Chances of survival are dwindling into single digits now…” // (HTTYD Sentence Starters) Aaaand, this one from Urianger! c;

MEME ( accepting! ) ⇢ @tenebriism

Threats were an ever-constant for they of the scions, ever struggling in one place or another. The Waking Sands was attacked and they lost the likes of A'aba Tia, Aulie, Noraxia and a myriad of others that had lent their talents to the Scions. They were lucky it had not been more, yet they'd been forced to flee Ul'dah shortly thereafter, accused of attempted regicide. On and on, there was ever this worsening trend where their lives were at stake.

So it did not surprise him that they were in danger again, here on the First.

"That doesn't mean you have to say it," X'kijin says, fixing him with a stare. It was true. They were surrounded by sin eaters, the white strands in his hair were ever growing in number and the ache in his chest and pulsating headaches were getting no better.

But still, one of them had to be positive about it, right? And Azeyma knows it's not about the be X'kijin Lyzej, who was more apt to go finally, lay down in the dirt and accept endless sleep—or he would, if Alisaie wouldn't come after him and drag him right back to the world of the living herself.

"... But at least I understand what you said for once. Not even a 'prithee' to throw me off."

He still didn't know what that word meant, either.

#✧ ▌ in character : x'kijin lyzej. #tenebriism #// ooc. thank you for sending! i always have to be a little goofy with kiji and uri. #// ooc. kiji just generally not being great at words where uri speaks Like That is the funniest thing to me sajkfdh #// ooc. stupid wol vs archon ksjahfdaskj

[kiyokage]

Looking for RP Connections [Balmung]

The Basics

NAME: Kiyokage (alias)

AGE: Mid-30s

RACE: Xaela

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Straight - interested only in females

MARITAL STATUS: Single (Monogamous, Long-term)

Physical Appearance

HAIR: Black, mid length, messy. Usually braided in the front and left to naturally spike backwards.

EYES: Black with red limbrals

HEIGHT: 7′1″

BUILD: Muscular and scarred. Kiyokage has lived a life of war and strife and it shows. From very little body fat, to a body that looks like it’s made up of more scar tissue than normal skin, this dark skinned Xaela is clearly a warrior at heart.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Did I mention the scars? His back especially is covered in hundreds of whip scars specifically, and there’s a bullet scar on his right temple.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: No matter what outfit the man wears, he’s always wearing a redbill scarf tied around his neck.

Personal

PROFESSION:  Swordsman, Dark Knight, Craftsman

HOBBIES: Triple Triad, Smithing, Furniture crafting

RESIDENCE: Somewhere in the Lavender Beds

BIRTHPLACE: The Azim Steppe

PATRON DEITY: Azim/Nhaama

FEARS: Dying alone, becoming worthless, complete irredeemable failure

Relationships

SPOUSE: None

CHILDREN: None

PARENTS: Unknown

SIBLINGS: Unknown (twin sister he doesn’t know about)

OTHER RELATIVES: Unknown

PETS: Amber - adopted fox; Unnamed Shibe - present from Sa’ran Kha; Kweh - Chocobo

Traits

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganised / organised / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unempathetic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

Additional Information

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

RP Hooks

Ex-Garlean Centurio: Kiyo served as a garlean soldier, eventually reaching the rank of Centurio at Castrum Centri, before going AWOL shortly after events there turned south. Ex-garlean soldiers from Castrum Centri may find the man a bit -too- familiar.

Aggressive: It’s not hard to hear of stories of Kiyokage following various members of the collective through the city streets and the lane like a bodyguard. The man’s aggressive posturing fit to keep would-be attackers at bay…

Hidden History:  Kiyokage doesn’t talk about his past, but it’s clear he’s hiding something. Those who dig might not like what they find, and the past always has a chance of catching up with him. Be it people from the steppes who might know his eerily similar twin sister from the Oronir, old Iriq tribe members who recognize him from when he ran away at 12, or old soldiers from the castrum he served in.

Councilman of the Council of the Dawn: A relatively new free company making it’s mark around Thanalan. Rumors of a new group starting up dedicated to pushing back dark magics and training people have started to spread around. Seems like he might know something about that.

Dark Knight: From the massive dragon-eyed blade on his back, it’s not hard to guess that the man might practice the forbidden dark arts of Ishgard.

Craftsman: Emblazoned with a dragon’s eye surrounded by a pair of xaela horns, Kiyokage’s personal brand of furniture and weaponry/armor has begun to make it’s way around local markets… but rumor has it he’s capable of making far more exotic wares than just simple chairs and tables and swords.

Availability

I’m available here on tumblr, on Discord, or in-game. Your best bet is Discord (FloppyDingo#1872) or in-game however. I’m around most of the time, and my discord is on my phone so I’m almost -always- available.

Style/Preference Notes

I am capable of all manner of rp. Multi-paragraph copy/paste sessions where the emotes climb ever skyward, down to short clipped quick social rp where paragraphs would be excessive. I tend to match the people I’m rping with, and what manner of scene we’re in.

Themes:  All. Kiyokage is a Lawful Evil knight through and through, always apt to put his boot to a neck if he feels someone is out of line. As an antagonist he’s often at odds with those who do not find some sympathy for the devil in his past or his actions, he walks the line quite well.

For some? He’s not more than a villain who needs to be put down, but for others - he’s misunderstood and does what needs to be done. Looking for a bad guy? Kiyo might step forward, if the prize is right. Looking for connections to the forbidden? Kiyo’s your guy. From adventure to slice of life, I do it all.

Looking For: Friends, rivals, lovers, anything in between. Kiyo’s social network could use some expanding. At some point I need to find someone to play his twin sister, but I’d prefer to find someone who’d be willing to put a lot of time into the character - and not just have her be a one off alt that might not ever be around.

Kiyo is looking to connect with black market salesmen who can facilitate his need for rare materials of a questionable nature (such as primal parts and forbidden tomes). He’s also looking very specifically for people who’d be interested in affiliating with the Council of the Dawn be they allies or new recruits. The council is seeking individuals dedicated to discovering the forbidden relics of the past and pushing back against those threats that would undo our world.

Hit up kiyo, he can help you get involved. The Council does organic RP, so there’s almost always something going on!

Spoilers/History:

Name (Prior):  Nergui quo Tenebris

Occupation: Soldier (Centurio of the XIVth Legion in Mor Dhona)

Imperial Record: No major infractions, was close to earning citizenship as a ranking conscript until he went AWOL shortly before the defeat of Ultima Weapon. Relocated recently in Eorzea. Clean-up team dispatched. Confirmed headshot. Assumed dead.

As a commander of a small group of soldiers under the banner of the XIVth legion, Nergui was known as particularly ruthless. Soldiers who looted villages or abused captives were often times beaten within inches of their lives, or left publicly slain as warnings to the rest of his troops.

Several groups of Eorzeans were left scarred, barely escaping with their lives when his soldiers marched - burning buildings down with innocents still inside of them, and leaving people to die slowly rather than finishing them off. Because of this - there’s likely survivors of this dark man’s wrath who are want for revenge.

#balmung rp #ffxiv rp #roleplay connections #council of the dawn #ffxiv

[scathian-blog]

❝ I know that you can kill. Now show me that you can obey. ❞

I don’t even remember what meme this is from anymore

@tenebrial​

Realities countless and unknown, Truths as ageless as the darkness what birthed him could offer nothing comparable to this. What once was the t r a n q u i l serenity of depthless abyss has struck in him a MAELSTROM of thrashing galaxies. Atoms and starlight sputtering in the haste of a false chest’s heaving, consciousness lost to the mire of heady response beyond his control. A TERROR. A W O N D E R. The temptation of True unknown as apt to swaddle him in blissful oblivion as SHATTER him to infinitesimal dust in only this first taste. 

                   How? 

                             HOW? 

It rings through the Void of his being, questions unnumbered scrabbling, clawing to break their way to the surface of thought through the din of e c h o i n g sensation. A gift of Her ASCENSION. It can be nothing else, the L I G H T what once slumbered within frail mortal form now freed to scald him in its SUBLIME GLORY. It burns him, sets fire to the writhing night even as he pours further into the hungry maw of Her e m b r a c e. Gives of himself willingly to the pyre of unbearable, devine worship.

“My - My L I G H T.” A s w e l l of something still new breaks and floods through the aura of           t w i s t i n g ebony. A rush of endearment, s a c r e d love he knows without knowing hails from the tremble of old endearments. It nearly DESTROYS him. Stone features cracking, threatening to crumble away beneath the raw POWER of such Truth and leave him stripped of such carefully built form. It frightens him, how dearly he wishes to see it so. “We - I. I am yours. Command me as you will. Bid me rend myself in two so that I might hold you still nearer, and it will be done.”

#˚ ━━ CELESTIAL. soul mended. the light to guide them home. ( tenebrial ) #˚ ━━ QUASAR. affection #˚ ━━ CELESTIAL. sweet and sour #˚ ━━ ECLIPSE. meme #N S F W // #L E M O N // #*throws confetti* #HAPPY SINDAY!

[sheigarche]

My thoughts and highlights on A Plague Tale: Tenebris:

Hugo doesn't know the difference between the role of a mother and sister in his life is a fair but sad point in the story (especially for Amicia who had her childhood taken away)

Beatrice is almost always right, but is terrible at making her points and comes across as an evil witch. Hot take: The woman has never done anything wrong in her life, she just has very poor communication skills 😂

I need to draw Hugo and Brume at some point because the idea of them is just too cute to stop myself ❤️

There are at least 3 good little moments between Beatrice and Amicia that sell me the mother/daughter relationship well, even in conflict, and I wish Requiem had at least one moment like that 🥺

Of all the masters Lucas had: Laurentius taught him the curiosity and discipline of learning; Beatrice taught him to trust his instincts and have the guts to defend his own theories; but André was the one who showed him that none of that matters if he doesn't put it to use to help others and - while Lucas was always a good person - he still needed to learn how to direct that goodness into action and seeing a person as a person, with feelings and that needs more than his systematic help. I believe it's because of what André taught him that Lucas became our golden boy in Requiem 🥰

Amicia getting annoyed when Beatrice treats her and Lucas like kids is great! This shows that the girl sees him as an equal, someone she can trust and have by her side in moments of crisis. The funny part is they met a bunch of kids and she still saw them as kids, even the older ones. But Lucas? Amicia doesn't even consider him an apprentice anymore and gets offended when someone offends him (soulmates behavior ✨)

The little interactions between Lucas and Amicia it's a whole meal for my ship heart 🥰. It's something about the respect between them. The way they care and support each other. And how relieved they feel to know that the other is okay. It's a special bond that makes me so happy and I can't compare it to anything else in this franchise.

The writer missed the opportunity to have Amicia hit Aurele straight in the head with a rock only for him to survive and she be like "oh no, this new sling doesn't have any upgrades 😯"

I wish Aurele and Milo were combined into one character. Both are minor religious fanatics villains with a lot of potential, but no enough time to develop that well. Adapting and mixing their story in some way could work. Just imagine Aurele/Milo survives Tenebris and appears in Requiem and Amicia comment "oh that's the guy who hunted us in Guyenne". Fans more attentive to the ending of Innocence would make the connection, those who read the book would have more context, and the character would feels more fresh and complex. Just a wishful thought, of course, they still good for small villains.

Tenebris made me realize that Amicia's plan at the end of Requiem to go live isolated in the mountains would be completely impractical. I can even imagine Hugo in his teens getting tired of living there with just trees and goats and eventually having another breakdown causing more disasters.

I know I probably missed a lot of details in the translation, but I started reading this just because I wanted more Plague Tale and, as a whole, that's exactly what I got with Tenebris.

I wouldn't be against it if they decided to do another book with a story about what happened after Requiem.

Yeah, give me Amicia and Sophia traveling on a boat bumping into Lucas and André somewhere and end up having to unravel the mystery of some cult recreating Vitalis' white rats.

(Oh, or maybe I'll just write a fanfic about it 👀)

#apt tenebris #books #amicia de rune #lucas the apprentice #hugo de rune #beatrice de rune #a plague tale tenebris #a plague tale innocence #a plague tale requiem #a plague tale #lumicia #lucas x amicia #amicia x lucas

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Just another scene that goes on my "Amicia x Lucas doing soulmate things" list 😂

With so many cute scenes in Tenebris, I can't help but feel inspired to draw them together as the little family they already are ❤️

(and yes, that includes the mare too 😂)

#apt tenebris #chapter 6 #lumicia #lucas x amicia #amicia x lucas #amicia de rune #lucas the apprentice #a plague tale innocence #a plague tale requiem #a plague tale tenebris #fanart #my art #books #hugo de rune

[sheigarche]

Look, from the fandom I come from, taking something off a companion's belt to get things done is pretty much a girlfriend behavior 😅

And now Amicia is doing the same with Lucas!!! Like what 👀

It caught me completely off guard:

"With a quick gesture, she seized her sling, held out an arm towards Lucas' belt, snatched a vial of Extinguis from it and took a few short seconds to prepare her projectile".

It's literally the same energy:

Like what?!

Oh, and bellarke will always haunt me huh 🥺

#apt tenebris #chapter 24 #lumicia #amicia x lucas #lucas x amicia #amicia de rune #lucas the apprentice #books #bellarke #parallels

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This moment ✨

(...) the ground broke clean for several meters under the hooves of Provence, who reared up in terror before the abyss.

Taken aback by the force of the shock, Amicia toppled over.

"Amicia!" yelled Lucas, who no longer had control. No! No!

The young girl clinging to the reins hung over the chasm, and the squeaks of rats came up beneath her from the depths. (...)

"Lucas!"

#apt tenebris #chapter 8 #lumicia #amicia x lucas #lucas x amicia #amicia de rune #lucas the apprentice #a plague tale requiem #books #fanart #my art #fancomic

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"Amicia smiled at him in turn, thanked Lucas with a nod and, with sparkling eyes, took advantage of the fact that Beatrice was leaning towards Hugo to articulate silently to the young alchemist: “Boudin…”

Lucas clenched his jaw to keep from laughing, and immediately turned his gaze towards the road so as not to show Beatrice that hilarious look that, probably, no member of the Order would have endorsed on the face of one of their disciples."

The way the end of chapter 7 put a smile on my face. They are just too adorable. 🥺

#apt tenebris #chapter 7 #lumicia #lucas x amicia #amicia x lucas #quotes #books

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The soulmate energy that is Amicia in one chapter thinks Lucas is a poor cook (but decides to never tell him so as not to offend him) and a few chapters later Lucas becomes an apprentice to the cook at the monastery (even though he thinks he's good enough at cooking).

#they're in sync that way #apt tenebris #chapter 13 #lumicia #amicia x lucas #lucas x amicia #books

[sheigarche]

My new headcanon about not having Devorantis in Requiem: it's because the last time Amicia used it, she hit an - already tortured - innocent man which filled her with guilt and regret and now she doesn't want to risk making that mistake again.

#apt tenebris #amicia de rune #a plague tale requiem #a plague tale tenebris #headcanon

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Don't tell me Lucas' battle cry was inspired by André's 😂😂😂

It's my new headcanon now idc I love this so much 😅❤️

#apt tenebris #chapter 23 #lucas the apprentice #a plague tale requiem #a plague tale tenebris #books

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And, when everything turned out okay, they feel unexpected relief hearing each other's voices in the distance 🥺

#apt tenebris #chapter 6 #lumicia #lucas x amicia #amicia x lucas #books

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Amicia, Beatrice and Hugo being arrested by the monks.

Lucas in the crowd:

#apt tenebris #chapter 22 #lucas the apprentice #amicia de rune #hugo de rune #beatrice de rune #books #memes #a plague tale tenebris