#coverednotes
Text
I just realized I never posted this, so enjoy ianite loosely based of of Beholding
130 notes
·
View notes
Text
Spark has been watching Jordan work for a few hours now. Well, Jordan hasn't quite been working, its more that he's staring intently at things and willing his eyes to focus
"You should sleep," he tells him, realizing the younger man wouldn't stop until he collapsed. Wasn't that a fun thing to stay consistent?
Jordan jumps, having forgotten his alter was the several hours ago, "the sun's still up. I'm fine" his reaction was... sluggish to say the least
Spark sighs, preparing himself to physically drag the captain into a bed, but when he tugs on the younger man's collar jordan practically collapses into him
"Okay," yawn "Maybe, maybe, I should sleep"
He doesn't end up dragging him, so much as carrying him into a bed, but Jordan would never admit to that
"Sleep, captain"
"You know," he mumbles before spark leaves, "I think your ianite's told me the same thing"
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
Masterlist
Alt-Tumblr : @ichorcoverednotes
Mianite-Alt : (because some of you nerds are following me because of that) @purplecoverednotes
Instagram | Twitter | TikTok | Ao3 : @ inkichor
Discord : Emrys#7823
Email : [email protected]
Writing email : [email protected]
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hey allos? How do you tell the difference between romantic love and platonic love? Can you tell, or are you also confused? Is there even a difference??
Sincerely, one very confused arospec
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Masterlist
Accounts:
@redandpurplecoverednotes || Fandom || My mianite centric blog
@ichorcoverednotes || Main || Rambles, thoughts, and opinions
@the-nerf-house || Group || Welcome to the Nerf House!
@inkichor || Main || 99% Reblogs 1% Shitposts
@the-scribe-of-chaos || ask || Meet Merlin, the scribe of chaos
@cubecoverednotes || fandom || A mineblr blog
@flourcoverednotes || Food || Ill advised recipes and cooking notes
@lipstickcoverednotes || Misc || Yearning and sexuality & relationship stuff
@redcoverednotes || Theory || Red string fandom stuffs
@waxcoverednotes || Misc || Paganism, witchcraft, and such
Major Tags:
#inkichor || OC from my other account
#coverednotes || OC from this branch of accounts
#important || faq worthy things
#grey facts || things about me
#grey liveblogs || I am That Person who watches a movie with my laptop and my phone open; also Mianite
#grey's face || cosplay mostly, selfies occasionally
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dubious Cinnamon Cookies
Published 14 May, 2020
350°
1 (3 tbsp) room temp whisked egg
6 Tbsp salted butter
9 Tbsp packed light-brown sugar
1/2 tbsp Cinnamon
2 tsp vanilla extract
1/3 tsp baking soda
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
*A questionable amount of grated dark chocolate
*Salt if you feel like it
i. Set aside egg. Brown butter (if using white sugar, carmalize half) then mix in sugar off heat. Set aside to cool. Preheat oven to 350°
1. Combine wet ingredients, bar the vanilla. Egg last to avoid fucking up
2. Add cinnamon and vanilla (probably add too much of both). Add chocolate if wanted
3. Preheat your oven because you've definitely forgotten dumbass and grease pan
4. Add dry ingredients
5. Guestimate cookie sizes (not going to work)
6. Bake anywhere from 10 to 40 minutes, depending on the oven used and how much said oven hates you on that day. Honestly just cook until you're impatient or worried they're going to burn
7. Wait for them to cool for crumch
0 notes
Text
some shippy art under the break >Ɛ:
45 notes
·
View notes
Text
Voidwalker
words: 473
They call him a Voidwalker. Not always to his face, but he'd found that the word hadn't changed much between worlds. He didn't hate the title, but he didn't like the connotations, even if a few of them landed true.
He'd lost his fear of the Void too long ago to be certain of the when; part of him wasn't sure it had been there in the first place. That's not to say he would go void jumping for *fun*, it still hurt, every trip through the void still left him aching but he'd stopped being scared of the pain.
That’s not to say it didn’t hurt, because boy does tumbling through the void hurt. It pulls and claws at every part of your being, looking for a thread to pull on until your existence is nothing but more than thread. But the pain isn't quite physical, no it burns more like the death of your soulmate or the death of a god.
It rips the air from your lungs more effectively than an emotion. Left them empty and spasming in a way so much worse than drowning. At least when you drowned you had something to choke on. At least you weren't left with the memory of your lungs forgetting how to breathe around the emptiness.
It would have been better if the pain was physical, for Jordan at least. It would have been so much better if he had only bruises and wounds to tend to. Because Jordan could deal with that kind of pain. He could swallow it down and lie through it. But it was so much harder to lie through his teeth about sleepless nights. To explain away why he woke every morning gasping for breath.
He was pretty sure he was the worst off of the group for that. He didn't think any of them remembered it well enough to have it so vividly haunt their every morning.
(but he can still look at the sky without feeling ill. He can still dive into open water without panicking. He isn’t the only person bad at talking about their problems after all)
Still, he found an odd comfort in the void, despite everything. He knew the Void cradled his soul carefully every time he jumped. When he looked to the Void and it stared back he knew it was only curious. He knew these things as certainly as he knew not to question them
(What he didn't know is that the Void played favorites. He was a child of the end as much as he was a child of the sea, and the Void was fond of it's eldest children. The Void loved it's newest Voidwalker, and wanted to keep him as long as it could. His friends only survived their leaps by the blessings of their gods)
43 notes
·
View notes
Text
Spark’s been at sea for too long, he hasn't seen anyone, touched anyone in too long. Ianite gives into the urge and materializes on his ship. Spark's a lot drunker than he seems, maybe that why he agrees when she asks if she could hug him. They haven't so much as touched since he'd gotten here, but Spark melts into her anyway. With the scent of the sea surrounding her Ianite almost forgets he's not her champion.
They're aren't any tears shed, not this time at least
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Most of the creatures of a world are made from it. Built from woodash, iron, or whatever else the gods had at hand. They belong to their world as much as it belongs to them. The gods are made of needs and wants, of creation and destruction. We're bound to the worlds that we helped create, bound with the words of those who created us."
She turns to face the vastness that craddles her homeworld, "But you, my dear champion. You are a creature of stardust and shadows. Untethered by world or word.
"You belong only to the Void."
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
I have no intent to tip your precious scales, Captain. To watch them teeter and struggle to right themselves. No. I intend to shatter them
13 notes
·
View notes
Text
He thinks it's a memory at first, but they're on his ship, his current ship
He's then convinced it's a dream, but she's such a solid weight in his arms that some part of him knows he's awake
"How?" He asks, voice already hoarse
"Does it matter?" She says, almost too quickly. "Spark, I need to know something, do you trust me?"
"Always"
"Then join me," she holds out her hand, and something in him tells him somethings wrong but he's too caught in the moment to care
"Of course," he takes her hand and his world dissolves into black
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Hope is such a strange thing for gods," Dianite stays without preamble, a grim set to his features. Jordan's almost too startled to be annoyed, "I didn't get it for the longest time. How could I, living as long as I have knowing how this world is going to end. I may not may not have the premonition of my sister, but..."
Something anxious settles in the captain's stomach and he can't help but think of Ruxomar, "Why are you telling me this?"
Dianite offers him his hand, "I want you to come with me."
You should come with me to the end of the world,
Without telling your parents and your friends.
You know that you only need to say the word,
So end my play with the end of the world.
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
What is the power of a name?
What had Jordan given her, by saying her name? Enough to keep going, enough to wake up
Was it simply a product of saying it after so many years? Or was it because he was her champion, had always been her champion?
How much power did they give them every time a prayer left their lips?
What would be taken from a god if it's champion's voice was taken?
What power was given to a champion when a god speaks their name?
What is the power of a name?
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ichor burns mortals, it hurts nearly as much as a tumble through the void. It is particular hell few would put themselves through.
Maybe that's why Dianite presented the goblet of his own blood to the man asking to be his champion. It was the god's final condition, to drink it
6 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
sylvieusedhyperbeam
this blog runs at about 2 fps
alexmfink
Art of Alex Meta Fink
voodoochili
Voodoo Chili
homicidal-toothpaste
-Homicidal Toothpaste-