#crimson fate

[d-istyx]

Iulius, the First Diviner of the Emperor of Altia, is relaxing after an exhausting wedding ceremony, late at night. All is well, until he meets an unexpected - but welcome - guest.

NIGHTBOUND page 1-7, read the full 25 pages comic here, or uncensored here or here

Marcus and Iulius are mine and @alicespamma OCs, I love them, they make me so normal,,,,

#comics #art #artists on tumblr #marcus hustad #iulius aevidius #ocs #crimson fate

[darkcloud-kcalifornia]

Well it’s the end of the book, and yet another general has gone kaboom. I guess Megumin can start calling herself a Godslayer… though that may be argued as Chomusuke is implied to have absorbed her other half Wolbach is not so much dead as wholly kitty now. Well either way Megumin actually isn’t thrilled about that one, as Wolbach was revealed to have been her inspiration to learn Explosion in the first place. So, you know, she’s kinda feeling down about having to kill her hero. And she turned to Kazuma for comfort. Kazuma.

To be fair to the guy, he did his best once he realized that’s what she needed, and he didn’t take advantage of her either. He’s frustrated about that, but he recognized it would be messed up and so didn’t do it, so yeah, good job Kazuma. Of course they’re now in an awkward position of having confessed feelings, but having no idea what exactly their relationship is. I’d say it’s time to get the popcorn, but I’m not really into the romance to be honest. Or... most novel romances to be honest.

As for the rest of the book, I generally liked it. Most of the party was able to show their areas of expertise. Except Darkness. She kinda got dumped on. But I can definitely recommend this one if you’re a Megumin fan.

#book banter #konosuba #crimson fate

[quynhorlose]

siblings versus the inevitable

doomed by the narrative (@thisisallthehattersfault) / the hunger games (suzanne collins) / grow as we go (@quynhorlose) / avatar: the last airbender / the tragic beauty of the final agni kai (sagesrain) / crimson rivers (@mayzarbewithyou) / your other half (jovana rikalo) / richard siken

#on siblings #on fate #on the inevitable #the hunger games #crimson rivers #richard siken #ah being doomed by the narrative #webs #web weaving #quynh tries something new!

[four-identify-possible-tend]

https://nicole-539.tengp.icu/x/aGQpzhU

#jake bugg #Garfield #chilling adventures of sabrina #alycia debnam carey #fate #bpd #oyasumi punpun #crimson peak #hong kong #dailybollywoodqueens #Tokyo ghoul

[measure-budget]

https://jessica-514.tengp.icu/k/fXB6T2L

#jake bugg #chanel uzi #chilling adventures of sabrina #fate #bpd #oyasumi punpun #crimson peak #dailybollywoodqueens #byler #jock

[marzipanandminutiae]

do people get that Lucille's hobbies are considered perfectly ladylike and acceptable for women within her cultural context?

natural sciences, as long as they remained at the amateur level, were common interests for Victorian women. and lepidopterology? combining a "feminine" branch of the sciences with Pretty Animals? high on the approved list, even though it involved killing aforesaid Pretty Animals

music was all but expected of middle- and upper-class women, hence her performance at the McMichaels' ball. even her offscreen hobbies from the bios- writing never-to-be-published poetry and reading French literature -could come from a checklist of Appropriate 19th-Century Feminine PursuitsTM

Lucille is an EXTREMELY typical, even ideal Victorian lady on the surface, with the exception of wearing old clothes and being unmarried at age 36. and that contrast makes what lies beneath the surface all the more compelling

#crimson peak #lucille sharpe #'what a refined lady! she's writing a poem!' #the poem: 'roses are red/violets are blue/try to stop me from banging my brother/and I'll fucking end you' #incest mention #(no actually- the bios describe her writing poems about how her and Thomas' love was The Most Perfect Celestial Fated Thing Ever)

[d-istyx]

Amalia and Seris, local bounty hunters, find a moment of peace inbetween hunting outlaws 🥰 full page here

#sfw-ish #amalia fioramonte #seris #amalia/seris #crimson fate #ocs #my art

[darkcloud-kcalifornia]

M-Megumin? It’s one thing to use Explosion on a hostile army. It’s another entirely to continue to do so once the soldiers start begging for mercy, running, or throwing down their weapons when you show up. Megumin, these are war crimes! You are laughing while they are screaming! MEGUMIN STOP!!!

#book banter #konosuba #crimson fate #there is no honor on this battlefield

[sculptorofcrimson]

Thread/Soulmate Warhammer AU

Not really a soulmate AU, but more of "threads of fate" au.

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Ra’s thread is a thin, fragile thing. The Emperor had been loath to break it, had hesitated, His claws hovering over the delicate braid. He had held it, as delicate as the umbilical cord of a newborn, and grieved as He felt what He had to do. In the end He had wrapped it in gossamer like the finest of silk, and woven it, with infinite care, into His own. 

When Drach'nyen thrust itself in, it had severed both threads.

~

Valdor’s thread is crimson. The Emperor had cut off at his wrist, with the only remnants wrapped around his forearm like a chain. The ends still twitch and tangle, as if waiting for a man he had lost before they even met. The Emperor took the frayed threads of the severed rope, and bound it to Him. 

Now it wraps around Valdor’s throat like a leash. (Or a noose.)

Valdor does not mind. 

(Once, only once, in mere moments before Constantin lowered the blade, he had seen the flash of recognition. The sudden unknotting of a thread of fate both had assumed severed so long ago. 

And then the mercy blow. A horrible moment of terrible pity etched across his victim’s pain-stricken face, and the sadness in those tormented eyes not for himself but for Valdor. 

And, finally, oblivion. )

~

Sanguinius’ thread is black. He can see it, twisting there, stretching onwards, inked across the sands of time. When he had met Horus, the Angel had stalled, a smile still stretched across his face, noting down the way his thread had wrapped itself lazily around Horus’ arms. Their threads had tumbled and tangled over one another, so deeply intertwined it was impossible to remove without severing one. 

Horus did not seem to see a thing amiss. 

~

Lorgar, his thread brilliant red, wrapped around the Emperor’s chest. The way he had screamed at the fury in His eyes when He had reached up and tore the thread out of His breast, snapping the thin thing in half beneath His claws. The way he had cursed Him, the remnants of the thread pooling around him like shed snakeskin, the scent of Monarchia’s ashes curdling upon his tongue.

~

Alpharius and Omegon’s threads, a single, thick cord that split in half, bobbing and weaving until neither could tell who was whose. It just seems to love knots, looping around itself, around others, dragging others together without abandon. 

~

Vulkan’s thread, thick and dark and braided, glowing softly with a gentle warmth. It trails itself around his chest, wrapping itself around all near and wide, spreading like a kind coat of flame. It is tender, such a lovely thing. It has chipped, and knotted, and frayed over the eons, but it braids on, thick and resolute. Ashes are embedded in its strings now, but their warmth is still there, just buried under the charcoal. 

~

Fulgrim’s thread was made of silk. A beautiful, perfect, fragile thing. It had bound itself around his hands, around Ferrus’ silver hands and his neck. The delicate silk, so pale against the silver. And how pitifully it had shattered, without a cry, without a song, only with the slithering of sick silk as he had snapped it when the Laerblade took Ferrus’ head. 

~

Ferrus’ thread was a chain. It wrapped around his neck and hands. It had pooled itself slowly around Fulgrim, like a lazy snake, braiding itself together into intricate knots with his silk. When Fulgrim took his head from his shoulders, the links had shattered. 

~

Horus’ thread, white and black. It tied itself so languishly over one of his forearms. If only he had known. If only he had seen. If only he had felt the thread tightening, tugging, unraveling as he had sped his way down a path, and never glanced back upon the road he had trodden. When it finally spun itself out of silk, it tied together in one, final blasphemy of angel feathers. Both tips of their threads had been charred together, one longer than the other.

It was Horus that undid the knot. 

He did not even see it unravel when he cut the life out of his brother. 

~

Malcador’s thread. Grey, seemingly thin, but with an impossible, resolute strength. There it was, underpinning the Emperor's thread like a shadow, together even in death. How brightly it had burned, like candlewick, as he sat upon the Throne, eyes bulging, nerves burning, feeling the cells in his body die one by one. It had charred itself to cinders, and then to ash, and finally dust, before his lord made it back home.

~

And finally, the Emperor's thread. It wrapped around Himself, and only Himself, but it branched off like the leaves of Yggdrasil. It curled itself into the veins of His Custodes, it dragged together the binds of His Primarchs, it curled together like one with Malcador. Some branches were frayed, their ends charred, some had curled up into a solitary knot that no longer held another, some burnt like living, writhing sunlight caught in flesh, but some were warm. Some still dreamt, lazily winding through the fog, one out of thousands. They would bind themselves not to men, or to women, but to entire worlds, to every last beating heart upon the land. It was not a leash, or a noose, or a chain this time, it was merely a bridge, the last heart of a dead god who had once gazed upon His people. And smiled.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #wh40k #warhammer 30k #warhammer #constantin valdor #ra endymion #alpharius #omegon #Vulkan #Horus Lupercal #horus heresy #malcador #emperor of mankind #ferrus manus #fulgrim #Sanguinius #horus x sanguinius #ushotan #sculptor of crimson #wh40k writing prompts #adeptus custodes #primarchs #thread au #fate au #soulmates #i guess #lorgar aurelian #valdor x ushotan #i suppose

[straylaughs]

the eye of judgement

#genshin impact #kaeya alberich #khaenri'ah #genshin impact fanart #digital art #my art #personally obsessed w this concept after watching roozevelt's vid on perinheri/khaenri'ah #the motif of this crimson eye/moon and its connection to 'fate' is so interesting #irmin..the auge der verurteilung..the eye in perinheri #lots of focus on one particular eye.... #methinks having an eye that can see fate is very fitting for a certain someone who is constantly connected to the idea of destiny (kaeya) #but also i cant mention perinheri and crimson moons without mentioning ARLECCHINO #descendants of ancient dynasties reunion when

[terunosukenyamoto]

Asking you how the GER death loop works

ok so it’s easiest to think of GER is a fate manipulator. It can negate aspects of fate, which is why all its stats are listed as “zero” or “none”. It exists outside of everything else. When giorno did that rush beatdown on diavolo, he:

1: negated the fate epitaph predicted (that he would die)

2: killed diavolo,

3: negated diavolo’s current death while simultaneously cementing his death as an inevitable event. Kinda like how if you get killed by BTD in one loop, you become fated to die in all the other loops even if BTD doesn’t encounter you at all. Even though the event is being perpetually undone, it’s still your fate, so the universe WILL cause it to happen regardless of your actions.

of course, Giorno can use GER to simply avoid fated events without causing them to happen at some other point; otherwise, he’d keep almost getting his skull smashed in due to circumventing epitaph’s prediction that diavolo would smash his skull in. So he can choose whether or not to make the event he returned to zero inevitable. B theoretically, he could use GER to cause any event to repeatedly occur to someone, not just dying. Imagine pissing him off and suddenly every time you tie your shoes they come undone again within minutes. That kinda thing.

#Idk if this makes sense but I feel big brain rn #ger being a fate manipulator like king crimson is chefs kiss narrative parallels #GER #giorno Giovanna #diavolo #jjba #vento aureo

[zyuna-arts]

OLD ART (JANUARY 2023)

The main cast of Decepticons from my Shattered Glass AU Crimson Fate, which you can find on AO3. I have my own take on Shattered Glass which is why I consider it more of an alternate universe with basic SG elements of Autobots being antagonists and Decepticons are protagonists.

AU notes:

The marks under Knock Out's optics are like a birthmark unique to Velocitronians.

All Seekers have fangs and sometimes hiss/roar at each other. They're a bit like big cats.

Smokescreen, a Decepticon?? Yes, because why not. This decision was mostly because I wanted him and Knock Out to be on friendly terms with each other.

Ravage can talk. He also transforms into a motorbike and doesn't need to be commanded by Soundwave. Soundwave is his direct reporting superior, but anybody can ask for Ravage's help as long as Soundwave isn't against it.

Miko is a year older from her canon self and is a combo of all 3 kids: she has her original personality, Jack's maturity & Raf's intelligence.

Agent Fowler is a bit younger and fitter but also more stern. Imagine a serious Terry Crews.

SOCIALS: Linktree

Art © zyuna

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#zyuna arts #TFPSG Crimson Fate #Transformers Prime #shattered glass transformers #art backlog