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redstonedust · 1 year

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wait im confused what is this kerilson lore you mentioned im apprently missing out on? Who/what is kerilson??

ok i'm gonna recap literally everything i can remember about kerilson because i'm not sure how much context you have. SO. INCOMING INFODUMP:

if you've been following the rest of hermitcraft season 9 you'd know that the majority of the active hermits went through the rift and got trapped on empires smp for a month. one of the only hermits left behind was xb, and he handled this... interestingly (badly)

so after showing footage of the hermits going through the rift via a security camera he apparently has set up in grians base, and then trying to claim the entire shopping district as his property (off to a good start) he opens his next episode proudly declaring that he's actually NOT alone, he has a friend, and that friend knows how to open the rift again!

enter kerilson:

i should clarify that kerilson is, first and foremost, a reference to the movie castaway. like. in that movie the protagonist is stuck on an island with nobody to talk to but a volleyball he's named wilson. so theres already precedent for kerilson being just xb going kind of stir crazy without his friends (especially keralis).

so according to xb, kerilson demands a diamond throne (which also includes concrete slabs, the first sign that something weird is going on) and then they reopen the rift. except the rift sends xb to previous hermitcraft seasons instead of empires, where kerilson is distracted by wanting to look at past keralis builds instead of helping xb find his friends. eventually xb DOES end up on empires, but its season 1, and he's completely alone.

he wanders through the server, finds the ocean, spends several days at sea, gets picked up by a flying kerilson themed boat, the scenery warps back into his base, he gets back into bed, and then is woken up by beef, who seems disturbed by the fact xb is even IN bed. bc, y'know, hermitcraft, sleep should be instant.

he concludes the whole thing was a dream, tho that doesnt explain how he's able to accurately dream of empires s1, but gem's empires lore establishes sleep based world hopping so...... put a pin in that.

anyways two episodes later kerilson can be spotted watching xb in the background of his base, but isnt acknoweldged. xb continues to be Totally Normal about his missing friends by building a giant keralis statue, except every time he looks back at it its head is replaced with kerilsons head. so he blows it up.

several months pass with v few kerilson hints, until xb starts teasing a makeship plushie of him and kerilson. in this weirdest way possible. ie. while building his base he mentions he's started hearing noises, and a low joepacity kerilson flashes on screen with scrambled keralis dialog in the background. (side note: xb heard similarly scrambled keralis dialog when keralis was coming back through the rift. unclear if this is related.)

aaand bringing it to now, xb gets a book inviting him to a TCG match, which turns out to be against kerilson. who is apparently real and able to hold TCG matches. except during the animation of the match kerilson never moves and keralis is shown to be helping him behind the scenes, implying kerilson was just an armor stand all along-- except for, you know, the whole established dream demon aspect.

and now he's a marketable plushie! :D

so yeah TLDR: he's an armor stand who has been simultaniously implied to be a figment of xb's imagination, a regular armor stand xb thinks is alive, a regular armor stand controlled by keralis, some kind of fragment of keralis, and an independent, dream controlling being. and also keralis has little to no involvement in any of these episodes.

and as a fun side note, this isnt the first time we've seen some kind of logic defying facsimile of keralis appear in somebody elses episode. when tango went to space to try and stop the moon crashing in season 8, he ran into keralis, who stated he'd been there for months, even tho this is not true in keralis' episodes.

both of these are also scenarios where the enviroment is implied to not be real (a dream / a simulation) and the keralis-a-like appears to help them as they try to leave the server. coincidence? absolutely. but i love to make lore out of nothing!

#asks #long post #listen if the ranchers fans can make a mountain out of tangos feris bueler reference. then im allowed to be insane about xbs castaway ref /

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legally-allowed-to-slime · 2 months

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grian’s new episode got me going hm

might probably do a gem-centric one soon because they make each other worse

He wouldn’t let go.

Grian clutched onto the fishing rod, his grip having worn down the wood by now. It was a week into the server. It felt like an eternity.

Sometimes he forgot what came before, before he started fishing.

He recalled, yes. Things like the big moon, Grumbot, whatever. They seemed less memories and more fragmented experiences just laying around waiting for someone to claim them.

It was like his mind was a vase, and the ocean had smashed it into a million tiny little pieces, left for him to fish out.

Another salmon. Grian let out a short, harsh shout and threw it in a nearby barrel and cast his line again.

And again, and again.

There was one rod, seven or eight lines. He peered through the web of black lines and distinguished the single working one. The ocean kept fooling with him like that.

“It kind of looks like a net,” Gem’s voice chirped behind him. They didn’t bother with greetings now. They just talked about fishing.

“I don’t even know how this happened,” he said.

“At least you can get mending ten times as fast now.”

“No, only one works.”

“That’s unfortunate.” Then, having exhausted all possible subjects of conversation, they lapsed into an awkward pause. Grian caught another fish. Cod.

Gem made to leave, but couldn’t resist a final comment.

“By the way, you should sleep. And, uh, shave, unless you’re going for that rugged aesthetic.”

She left.

Was it that obvious? Grian wondered. That he was addicted?

Come to think of it, he hadn’t thought of himself for so many days. He’d just been fishing, dragged himself to chip away at his base, and then went back to fishing.

He stared at himself in the water.

Oh.

Beard, check. Eyebags, check. Suspenders and a beanie for some reason. A bobber hanging from his waist and his pants dipped in seaweed. His hair was overgrown and soaked. There was even a patch on his sweater, for goodness sake.

Grian only felt it now. How had he not noticed it before? Was he just that focused on fishing? His hand subconsciously wandered to his face and brushed against the scales.

The what.

Grian spun around, looking for a clearer mirror than the water, rubbing his cheek in disbelief. Scales, wet and smooth like a fish. He should know. He’d handled thousands of them in a week.

He glanced at his arm, the texture very fishy in both ways. His heart dropped. He just wanted mending, not this. He was supposed to be the fisherman, not the bloody catch!

“Gem, Gemgemgemgem!” He yelled.

Gem turned. “What?”

“I think I’m turning into a fish!”

To her credit, Gem didn’t react much. She did run closer, but she didn’t scream or anything. She just said, “Hmm. Same.”

“What do you mean, same?” Grian yelped.

She rolled her eyes and pulled up her sleeve, revealing the same scales. “It’s probably a side effect, chill. Impulse wasn’t actually a dwarf last season, he just started growing shorter. It’s the Hermitcraft air or something.”

Grian stared at her, gears in his brain turning furiously to process her words. “Didn’t you guys base near the water?”

“That’s true, that’s true. I don’t think that was it, though.” Gem said, shrugging nonchalantly. “Anyway, I need to build. See ya.”

She sauntered away.

Grian didn’t have the presence of mind to call her back. He dropped the rod he’d been clutching this whole time and stared at his hands, moist from sweat.

He was short of breath, and after fifteen seconds he realised it wasn’t just from the panic. He physically couldn’t breathe.

Fish can’t survive on land.

Before he could think, before he remembered he was human, Grian leaped into the water, which enveloped him comfortingly like a drug.

The part of Grian that was still Grian realised this was like walking into the tiger’s cave, and forced himself to surface, gasping for air. He ordered his brain to use the lungs he had, and he started breathing again.

He clambered up onto the pier, and laid down on the wood, drained. He fumbled around and found the rod. Well, what else was there to do? Cast line, sit down, wait.

After all, the next one could be the one.

He just wanted mending. Then he’d stop. He’d stop.

The ocean wouldn’t let him go.

#grian #geminitay #hermitblr #hermitcraft #hermitcraft smp #hermitcraft season ten #hermitcraft season 10 #hc s10 #hc10 #hermitcraft 10 #hermitcraft fanfic #grian fanfic #might do a piece about the gambling aspect of it

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absolute-flaming-trash · 9 months

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wanted to ask what are your favorite hisoka or illumi fics written by others?

I had to sit on this for a minute because it was really hard to narrow it down and I know I'm forgetting some gems out there. The ones that I think about in fragments, but do not remember the titles or the author 😭😭😭

These are in no particular order:

Hisoka

Conflict of Interest by thecowscamehome on AO3

It's an OC x Hisoka fic, but god is it beautifully written. Just trust me, even if you don't like OC fics that much. It is without a doubt one of the best fics I've ever read. The author is an incredibly sweet person as well.

The Graveyard by @uvobreakmylegs

A Vampire!AU, and my god. The horror? Top-notch. Has a part two as well, which was equally as wonderful and is nsfw. If you don't know who Pika is as a writer, you are seriously missing out.

Illumi

Afternoon Break also by @uvobreakmylegs

The tension in this? Sublime. Amazing. Stomach drop moments around, it's phenomenal and I come back to it often.

Bare My Burden by @forcefulkitten

NSFW fic, but OOF the dynamic he has going on with Reader is just...*chef's kiss*. I love this author to absolute bits, would die for her without hesitation.

Trips by @ddarker-dreams

I literally cannot put into words how amazing this work is. It feels like walking on eggshells the entire time, which is absolutely how you want a Yandere!Illumi fic to be. Lock is another person that you are seriously missing out on if you've never read anything they've put out.

#riri answers #lovely nonny #riri's favs #or at least some of them #fic recs #Hisoka #Illumi #HxH #also #author recs

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pearl-tarotist · 2 years

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LOVE LETTERS FROM YOUR FS through Sappho poems

Sappho is one of the most romantic poetess ever. And once I read a quote that was: “Her broken form (poetry) cannot be more human; the same way we are broken, alive, fragmented, and intimate memories of our lives”.

Sappho and her poetry will help us to understand your FS messages towards you; the same way her poems are just a small part of her memories and life.

PILE 1: Fragment 16 – Helen of Troy

"Everyone can understand this – consider

That Helen, far surpassing the beauty

Of mortals, left behind

The best man of all

To sail away to Troy. She remembered

Neither daughter nor dear parents

As [Aphrodite] led her away”.

(The moon – 3 of shells – king of gems – Prince of wings – 9 of roses)

I want to run away with you, I want to leave all our obligations and obstacles behind. I wish we could hide in the dark, just enlightened by the moon; I want to kiss you under the stars. I want to caress you and hug you forever, I wish I could take care of you and never let anybody hurt you. You are my only moon and muse. You are the one that makes my darkness disappear. With you, I’m able to celebrate the smallest victories, there’s never a bad day or night next to you. I want to build a home for you; I know it’s complicated, I know it’s a challenge but I’m willing to become someone mature and respected to protect you. I love you with my whole heart and soul and I will always put you first. I will become someone powerful, so we never lack anything. But, I wish I didn’t have to become someone else to protect you, I wish we could just be happy and together alone; I don’t want to fight anybody else just for our happiness. I want to spend all my time with you, I hate how society wants to interfere in our lives. I want us to have our home protected and secured, I wish you didn’t have to worry about anything, I want us to live together and create a family. I want us to have our happy ending. The moment I find you, I will never depart from you. I feel that I love you too much. I want you all for myself. Take care until the moment we see each other, form that point on, I will be the one taking care of you. I would like to marry you as soon as I can.

(So much warmness! That was so intense; I think he’s from a hot country because I was feeling so much heat..)

PILE 2

“With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down.”

(7 of gems- Princess of gems – The Devil – The Emperor – The Chariot – The wheel of fortune)

“I’m sorry, I am so sorry. I’m just feeling really frustrated, you could think I’m stupid for saying this: but I am just so young. I don’t know what I am doing or what I want to do. I’m still trying to find my place and path; I hope you understand. I’m trying to do my best and discover my likes and dislikes; I still don’t know and I am so confused. Some may say I am a playboy or a ghoster but that’s not true, I am trying to discover myself and I am not willing to fulfill people expectations, just mines; but still, a part of me hopes I can fulfill yours.

I want to seduce you; I hope I can become someone attractive in your eyes because you are a goddess in mine. You are so beautiful; I cannot wait to put my hands on your body. I want to touch your waist and hips and press them against my body. I want to be someone powerful and a match to your power and strength. You are an empress and I just want to make you mine, I don’t want your “Kingdom” or place, I just want you. I also must be this powerful emperor/ king that can match your spirit. God, you are so clever too. I’m so determined to have you and make you mine. I will take you on so many pretty trips. We will feel like we are flying. We are the king and queen of the whole world. I don’t know, I just feel so lucky to know you are my spouse, I can’t wait to meet you.

PILE 3:

“I love delicacy, and for me Love has the sun's splendour and beauty”

(8 of gems – 7 of roses- The devil- The hierophant – 8 of shells – The high priestess + more)

I think you are beautiful; I think you are perfection. You are so pretty, I feel as you are the perfect couple for me, but somehow…I feel insecure next to you. I’m sorry, I will have to recollect some courage before meeting you. I need to be brave to speak to you, you are so pretty I stand speechless every time I want to greet you or conversate with you. My feelings for you are also so strong, I like your body and face so much, sometimes I am scared of my own emotions because this is not how I have been raised. You make me feel so lusty about you, I feel sorry about it sometimes. I cannot stop myself from thinking about your body, and face, and lips, and my hands all around them.

I think it’s a sacrifice I must do, you will teach me so much, you will change my believes. You are so intuitive and clever and you have all these ideas about the afterlife and energies and rocks?? You make me think that maybe not everything is as it seems. I have to thank you too for having so much patience with me. It must not be easy to try to explain these tings to me. But it brings us so much joy, I love to spend time with you and I love to see how happy it makes you, that someone listen to you in those matters, I don’t think I will ever forget your shinny eyes and pink lips. Sometimes, you must repeat what you say, I’m sorry, I focus so much on your pretty lips that I cannot contain myself from kissing them. I hope you are happy while we are apart, I want you to grow, spiritually or however you say it, so you can teach it to me while we are together, even when we are old. I hope we can meet in our next lives too, is that how you would say it? (And I just heard some laughs and a caress on my cheek) .

#pac #pap #tarot #fs tarot #free tarot #pick a pile #divination #love tarot #future spouse tarot #future spouse reading #future spouse game #future spouse pac #future spouse pick a card #pick a card #pac reading #free tarot reading #love tarot reading #message fs #message from future spouse

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plagueoffools · 6 months

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" DISSECT ME AND BREAK ME OPEN ALL YOU LIKE CAUSE YOU'D FIND MY HEART IS YOURS."

(REQUESTED) MOON! PHOSPHOPHYLLITE/HUMAN! GN! READER

LAND OF THE LUSTROUS

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⸺A/N // Sorry for disappearing for a long period of time. However, I hope you find yourself enjoying this requested piece. I'd like to hear your thoughts and overall on this piece with my new style of writing. //

⸺INFO // Reader is implied as FEM regarding request but never stated. //

Deprived, that is all you've ever known inside of these walls of whites . In the walls of kumera, you wander far and near with a deadening routine. Wake up, dress, eat, travel through the walls of kumera and isolate yourself in your research room unless you're ever requested by someone

Your existence was only made possible by an astonishing lunarian who had revived your species, even though Barbata was no professional in the more biological stems of science than technology he made work and from a small project was able to restore you. A walking ancient relic of the once populated planet, earth. You remembered your awakening just like how someone would reminisce about their vibrant youthful days.

However, your awakening was one far from vibrant. You awoke alone in a room, on something you presumed was an operating table. You remember looking around the room with curious eyes unlike now, a small table with a tray of various tools, multiple disregarded gloves and masks scattered around the disposable bin. Your curious eyes only squinted abruptly at the bright light shone above you when you turned your head up, feeling overwhelmed you took your eyes off of your surroundings and instead let it wander on your body.

Curious hands of yours experiment on your body, the sensations it brought only stimulate your taste for more. Your finger traces against the stitches across your collarbone to your thighs. Your moment was only abruptly interrupted when a cacophony of gasps and shrieks disrupted at the entrance.

Your case was classified as successful. However, only through the slaughter of both gems and admirabilis alike. You almost remind yourself of a Frankenstein, stealing the body parts of others to bear this body of yours. You feel almost guilty for even bearing a form, a body; bones made from the shattered fragments of tormented gems, soft flesh that stretches out on your entire being covering you from toe to head; courtesy of the skinned admirabilis. Lastly, the only thing that you felt that actually belonged to you throughout your whole consciousness; your soul.

You're not sure where the origination of this soul was from, an information, knowledge that Barbata has asked of the others to withhold from you. Perhaps for the better. The surprising thing was, the soul was estimated to have originated way before the era where lunarians, lustrous, and admirabilis emerged from. With this you inherited and discovered knowledge that came with the soul, interestingly for you the soul seemed to be a doctor of some kind that specialised in the human anatomy, with foggy fragments of their daily life.

Currently you now roam the science facilities of kumera, assigned as a scientist yourself. To further help the lunarians to develop in their goal of achieving the serenity of nothingness while aiding in making their daily life more tolerable.

Even though Barbata specialised in the more technological areas of science, you work along side him, specializing in the more biological roots of science.

Now you're hurriedly putting on your coat as you make way in the narrow yet spacious hallways of the building, your striding steps reverberating across the hall with a pitter patter. You were ordered by lady cairngorm, what he currently goes by now, to oversee the damage made to the infamous gem, or usually referred to as the "hope of the lunarians" and repair his fragmented body.

You abruptly halt at the entrance of the designated room with a perplexed expression as lunarians rush in and out of the room, uttering a small 'Excuse me' and 'Sorry!' here and there. Luckily, it didn't last long and when you found an opening to the crowded entrance you quickly slid through with ease. Your eyebrows furrow together as your eyes squint at the sight of the fallen gem. Broken and shattered into unrecognisable pieces, only the part of his head and his leg is discernible from the rest of the disarray of gleaming fragments. You quickly usher out the remaining lunarians and gems alike outside to begin your operation. With a flick of the wrist you ushered out the unwanted eyes of both worried and curious people.

You let out an exaggerated sigh as you sift through

a small portable pouch for your appliances.

You eventually find your needed tools and you settle yourself beside the pieces of phosphophyllite and began working on organizing him limb to limb before assembling him. As your gloved hands labour swiftly to piece him by piece back together like a puzzle. You carefully coat each surface with layers of an adhesive substance carefully assembling him from inside out. You spend hours assembling his torso and limbs before you move onto his face.

For some reason you find that your hand lingers above his face for a short while before proceeding the adhesion, you find yourself somewhat aching to caress his face. You have always found the gems beauty incomparable, words couldnt describe them but if you had to you'd call them seraphic. They had glistening lustrous hair, each with an unique colour to match their even more unique personalities, ones that harmonized perfectly with the rest of their body. However, you found that phosphophyllite was clearly composed of other types of minerals aswell. You were actually shocked to find that the only thing that remained from what he started out as, a phosphophyllite, was only his torso. The rest were undeniably pieces of memories from experiences he picked up in his rather bizarre life.

Though most gems found his mismatched compositions odd, you found it all the more endearing. After all, you noted that most of the gems inclusions aren't as flexible as his to fuse so easily like this.You wondered why his inclusions were so adaptable to such a wide variety of minerals, so accepting to fuse with a completely different mineral in order to function. You found it almost poetic but while you were submerged in your thoughts, your hands gleefully took lead of the task at hand. Subconsciously without knowing you trailed at the cracks of his face for some time before being snapped out of your thoughts and continuing the task.

After hours of work, you got up from your chair with a sigh as you stretched your arms and back and was delighted with the response of a crack. You stood up now with your chin resting at the knuckles of your hands while you admire another successful operation, admiring for a bit too long.. but- more importantly, his operation is now done.

You walk out of the room with a satisfied hum as you inform the first lunarian in your sight, that phosphophyllite is now assembled and ready to walk on both legs again but not before a few hours of rest for the adhesive to set in strong.

They respond with a quick nod and a smile as they thank you courteously, you respond back with a nod of your own as you continue travelling back to your research room.

After restless hours of observation, experimentation and groaning at the unwanted results from your new project you recently just started you're startled by a interrupting knock on the door. You answer back with a tired ''come in'. You curiously look at the lunarian who interrupted your project with a knock, explaining that your presence has been requested by phosphophyllite himself.

You're confused at the request but you obediently follow the lunarian leading you to his newfound room where he's rested, on the way there your mind tries to fill in the blanks on why you've been requested.

'Perhaps he's asked for me to get an upgrade?' 'Maybe I've misplaced some parts, I wasn't paying as much attention as I should have..'

'Probably not, logically It must be questions regarding the operation, perhaps he's experiencing a withdrawal?'

You sweat at your doubtful thoughts that you swore had somehow physically manifested because you suddenly feel needles prickling at your skin.

You huff at your thoughts before clearing your head and reprimanding yourself for being so negative. While you were internally scolding yourself, you almost walk into the back of the lunarian leading you, as you halt just right on time and peer from behind her into the room. She utters out something you weren't able to catch as she moves out of your way and stays stationed at the corner of the room instead. The movement seems to catch the attention of the rather dreading gem but he perks up just as quick when he sees you.

You're almost taken aback by the sudden change of mood, as to why his eyes which were so gloomy and solemn turned so curious. You look back to the quiet lunarian and release her of her duty as she's, you assume, no longer needed at the moment. She takes the hint and walks out of the room with no troubles, as your eyes start to leave her disappearing figure you're only slightly startled to meet the gaze of phosphophyllite. With wide eyes and an almost dazed look, he continues looking at you without even an inch of movement.

You awkwardly curl up your hand and cough to catch his attention, only succeeding after 3 tries.

He snaps back and apologizes quickly with a hand rubbing the back of his neck shyly before asking, "I apologize, you should be Dr. [Name] right?" you give a carefree nod as he stares back at you with bewilderment as if he still can't wrap his mind around this situation. "So you're really human? I thought your species was split beyond recovery." he shoots you with one question after another, seemingly just spitting out whatever is running through his head.

"Well, you could say I basically fit all the classifications of a human. However, I wouldnt say I'm all natural." he perks up with a small tilt to gesture for you to continue. You're almost uneased with how immersed he looks but you shake the feeling off and continue " I was artificially made, assembled with the three components the human kind has spit into. A soul, bones and flesh."

He doesn't respond after that only silently pondering whatever is going on in his mind.

"Is there any other questions, miss..ter? phosphophyllite." you prolonge the sentence of your formalities, completely unsure of what you're supposed to call him considering gems are genderless. "Miss..ter?" He tilts his head at the name, you've noticed he's been doing that a lot. "What's that?" he questions you with a blank face staring straight ahead at you, you can't help but let out a chuckle at his expression as your hand is lifted up to cover your mouth. He's only furthermore perplexed at your action, his shoulders slightly shrinking down in embarrassment of something; he usually didn't grow shy to people who both either laughed with him or at him, if anything he's grown quite used to it but he didn't wanna look ridiculous, not Infront of you, no.

He shyly adverts his gaze to other objects in the room and let's out a small confused 'huh?', this only causes you to let out a fit of giggles at his confusion before you force yourself to calm down.

"I apologize that was kind of unprofessional of me. It's nothing to do with you ,just my humour." you quickly apologize for your behaviour with a embarassed look. However he only responds with a small chuckle of his own, "Oh!" he perks up. "Nothing to worry about, I dont mind a laugh here or two." thinking about it, he actually missed the sound of your laughter now. Seeing a person of such high caliber who obviously likes to rather maintain a more serious and professional attitude laugh so freely was relaxing especially in the new environment he's in, surrounded with lunarians who rather go about their day quite robotically.

He adverts his attention back on you, just you. His eyes curiously picks up the texture of your skin, the individual strands of your hair and your own eyes. He thought your eyes could possibly outshine the glow of diamonds entirety himself, contrary to you who didn't pay much to your eyes. The moment of comfortable silence is broken when he speaks up with a tone filled with a twinge of underlying shyness even though he tried to sound confident in his request. "Could I, touch you? I mean, I'm just curious as how a human feels compared to the rest of us.." he corrects himself with two hands frantically waving Infront of him hoping he didn't make you uncomfortable any how.

You indulge in his curiosities and nod in approval as you walk towards his form, he shifts on the bed he was laid on as he stretches out an arm hesitantly. You roll up the sleeves of your coat as you offer your arm to his hand who only lingers around for a moment as if contemplating before running his aloy arms agaisnt yours.

You slightly shiver at the texture of his hand slowly trailing around your palm, to your wrist, and forearm. You had to admit it felt nice, the feeling of his hard and metallic feeling hands coming in contact with your warm and soft ones. He noted yours was admirably more softer, smoother and warm. He could've sworn the texture of your hand almost reminded him of a strange and comforting touch he felt before. Just hours ago, as he awoke his inclusions managed to remember an unfamiliar touch he never felt before his trip here, almost like a shadowed touch lingering agaisnt his face. He guessed it must've been something that happened while he was unconscious during the operation.

Enthralled, he isn't aware that his own alloy hands are attempting to wrap around your own. You don't say anything to interrupt his entranced state, only curiously staring at his face. His expression is one of a immersed stare as if he's currently working on a puzzle, desperate to search for where the last piece will fit and search he does. He searches the strange touch in your palms, unravelling his alloy hands from yours before gently grabbing your wrist and resting the cheek of his face in your palm. You're startled by the action but you let it sink in and you do nothing to interrupt the moment.

It was you, he figured. It must be you, he corrected. It was your touch his inclusion had remembered when he woke up.

He knew it was awfully wrong of him to bask in your touch without your permission but he's been so starved, so denied of something so small in his whole life. Something so small that ate him inside out and now that your touch has seeped into his cracks, he feels at peace to replace himself with such warmth and softness instead of the usual unfamiliar pieces of others that latch onto his missing limbs heavily.

You'd cut your hand off if it was this pleasure he wanted, you thought. He looked so deprived of such a simple thing and you know how it must've felt for him. Confused, scared, and doubtful. It was just what it was like for you when you awoke aswell, you pondered on how cruelly life has treated phos.

Someone who's still stuck in the past, a past whereas he's still looking at the mirrors that only reflect his past self, refusing to let the future or present seep in. He wishes to demolish that and in order to do that he had demolished himself. Whereas everyone moved on he stood still in the past because he was so wary of a future he couldn't control.

You'd cut your hand off if all he wanted to do was have someone hold him.

He didn't just want your hand however, he'd wanted your warmth and you as a whole. He'd damn himself all again if you ever thought to break pieces of yourself for the sake of others ; just like he once did.

#phosphophyllite x reader #moon phosphophyllite #phosphophyllite #moon phosphophyllite x reader #houseki no kuni x reader #houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous x reader #land of the lustrous

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prince-kallisto · 8 months

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Rewatching the first Anniversary animation, I realized something very odd about the opening scenes. This video shows off several locations in the school, primarily event locations. But all the locations are places that the we as the player have scene more (e.g Garden, Alchemy lab, courtyard, etc.)

But this opening shot is in a long, luxurious hall with framed photos of various locations in the school, but also seem to have photos from events (e.g Cater in a Beans Fest costume). We can safely assume that the event framed photos are taken from the MC’s ghost camera, but why is there this mysterious hallway lined with these locations? Additionally, the animation is played off as “it was just a dream” from Grim’s perspective, but is it actually?

First off, what REALLY caught by eye is the photograph of the Mirror Chamber…with the Dark Mirror glowing pure white. Now, please correct me if I’m wrong, but we never see the Dark Mirror like this!! Grim specifically walks by the photo too. The Dark Mirror usually looks like this or just shrouded in darkness:

It is never glowing with white light. EXCEPT…

In the Opening prologue movie where the mirror only glows a bright white with CROWLEY, who is implied to transform into a bird and escape through the mirror. So why would there be a framed photo of this exact moment that (I think) we never see in the canon main game? Even if it did actually show up in the main game, why frame such an obscure and odd moment? The Dark Mirror isn’t supposed to look like that.

Edit: Actually, I just realized the red gems on the mirror in the hallway. It’s not the Dark Mirror- it’s the MAGIC mirror from Snow White. I’ve actually been planning on a Magic Mirror theory,, but this is even weirder!!! Because people talk about the Magic Mirror as if it was just from a legend or nonexistent. So this frame of the mirror is even more purposeful- Crowley has a form of the magic mirror existing from the photograph.

Let’s back up a little haha. So far, what I’m thinking is that this Hallway is one of the underground passages that Ortho mentioned. No specific reason for this other than the fact that we have never seen this hallway and it seems very personal- thus being hidden by Crowley. Ortho would also be one of the few- if not only- beings on this campus besides Crowley to have knowledge of these secret doors and passages.

This is relevant that this hallway is an underground passage because of what happened in the prologue. We get a glimpse of a monster, most likely Grim, inside a destroyed mirror chamber. Notice how the Dark Mirror is just straight up gone. Not shattered, but missing. Although the school is very likely decimated above ground, any underground structures would likely be secure for now. BUT there’s a dent in this theory- more on that later.

The fact the ghost camera is involved feels important. There’s a lot we don’t know about this 3 second scene (hallway, glowing mirror, weird frames), but the Memories must have some importance in canon. In several fan translations I’ve read, the Memories are also referred to as “fragments,” which is…mildly suspicious (like…glass fragments????). Because what if with enough fragments, a whole picture could be made complete?

ANYWAY, the fact that (likely) Crowley has all these Memories framed, enlarged big enough for a person to fit through, is very suspicious. Because this is what happens to Grim: Bean Fest Cater moves in the photo, which is exactly what Memories are said to do, snaps a photo of Grim, who is suddenly transported to the exact time and place Cater was in when the photo was taken. Deuce was right about the “photographing parts of your soul” being sketchy haha.

This could obviously just be a thing for the animation, just some creative liberty. But why design this hallway with all these photos? So far, what I’m thinking is that Grim was in a place he was NOT supposed to be in. Who knows how he got in, but he seems almost mischievous. But remember, Grim wakes up from a DREAM at the end of this animation. Book 7 has all of us being put into a dream, and magically-induced dreams seem to have great power. Grim seemed to even look aware of his surroundings and was significantly frightened. This is the same way in Book 7, where Grim is immediately aware that something is wrong.

However, if Grim woke up from a dream, how did the photographs of the Bean Fest exist in the first place?

This gets a little trippy, so hang in there haha. Theories have always floated around with the side events in TWST being part of Malleus’ dream world, or at least being set in an alternate universe. I also vibe with this theory, because it could explain a lot of the happy endings and the contrived circumstances of getting random characters (some who have no relationship in canon) all together. Some events specifically happen in a certain season (e.g Halloween) without the characters aging up a year, so it’s safe to say that some events are not in the main story canon.

Again, if Grim was briefly transported into the alternate Event universe, and work up from a “dream,” it implies that the hallway was not part of the dream. Unless…? This is where the dent in my underground passage theory comes in, but I think I’ve found a theory in even more satisfied with.

My crack theory for this one is that this mysterious hallway is a location only accessible in a dream- but specifically CROWLEY’s dreams. Think about it- if Grim wakes up from a dream after being in a location we’ve never seen in canon, this must be a special place. And I think this theory is possible because of what we know of Mickey Mouse’s room

Mickey himself says that he can only access this weird room in his DREAMS. Who knows if this room even exists in his reality, but he travels to this room in his dreams and is able to communicate with another WORLD, Aka the TWST world. In the prologue, Grim is also the one who seems to open the coffin that can only be opened with a special key. So it makes sense if Grim was able to break the rules again and manage to slip himself into this hallway by accident.

And remember that glowing white mirror I mentioned? In the Opening movie (highly recommend rewatching it! 👀), every time Crowley goes into the mirror, he comes back into the school. The first time he goes into the mirror, there’s a raven flying by the school building itself. The second time, the raven flies into the mirror, and the camera zooms out, making that shot look like it came from inside a coffin…that’s inside the school mirror chamber. Again, hard to explain haha, rewatch the opening to see what I’m talking about. But there’s this weird inception thing going on with the opening, and always with Crowley and the glowing white mirror.

I think Crowley has a photo of that mirror specifically because it seems to be a “hub” for him to travel back into- but I can’t say if it’s a physical location, universe travel, or even time travel. Whatever this mirror is, it is very important for Crowley to travel. I mean, Crowley himself mentions alternate worlds and universes in the prologue! And with Mickey being a thing, there is the confirmation of other worlds.

And how would the photos of Beanfest exist in this dream world? Well, the ghost camera creates Memories and fragments, right? Quite literally capturing a part of a person’s soul. Crack theory part two: If the events are a part of an alternate reality, Crowley is able to put these fragments together in his dreams. So the hallway is not only just accessible in a dream, but it’s also a place connecting the alternate realities together- and Crowley would have knowledge of this other, peaceful Event reality where no Overblots happen. And since this hallway is inherently very trippy, Grim experienced all the fragments of these events in his dreams- or perhaps he was even briefly transported to the event reality.

I feel a little validated with my crack theories because in a 2020 Q&A interview, Yana Toboso said “so I am wondering if parallel and “if” worlds are going to start appearing.”

I’m also going to involve the TWST manga in this, because the Yuu’s change every Overblot. And notice how the mysterious hallway has photos of every dorm. Whether time loop or alternate universe shenanigans are involved, I think Crowley is able to travel between these events by going through a photo with a specific dorm, with the photo being taken at a specific point in time. E.g the Heartslabyul photo would go to the time before the Overblot, or even go to the world of a certain Yuu from the manga. Because even though each Yuu in the manga goes through all the Overblots, it’s one specific Yuu that has a special connection with a respective Overblot. Take the Octavinelle Yuu, Yuuta. He seems to be a perfect foil to Azul, especially regarding what Azul is most insecure about. So even though the Yuus fight the other Overblots, they are tied to a specific Overblot and point of time because of their “soul bond” with the Overblotter. Which is what the Ghost Camera is based off of: the soul bond between the photographer and the people they’re photographing. And if the bond becomes strong enough, who’s to say that Crowley can’t use these Memories to travel through time or worlds?

Tbh, I really don’t know where I’m going with this ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ This is all just so weird, and this few-minute animation ties in A LOT of things that we have little information about (the workings of the ghost camera, a glowing mirror, underground passages, water as transportation). Basically this crack theory boils down to “Crowley sus,” as per usual lmao.

This is also why I’ve never made my own iterations of the dream world/time loop theory, because I go off the rails if I have to think too much hahaha. If y’all have some ideas or things to add, I’d greatly appreciate it! I’m no good explaining stuff like this, even I’m not sure what I’m talking about haha \(//∇//)\

#sometimes I doubt my own neurodivergency #but then I make long theories like this based on literally 2 frames of animations #it really just be like that #twst #twst theory #twst grim #twst dire Crowley #twst ghost camera #KallistoPost #long post

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spectator-moon · 4 months

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My thoughts on Martyn Secret life lore stream (Eyes and Ears AU)

first, Martyn why would you hurt me with that imagery? Poor scar ;-;

-I really like the idea of the logo being the pincer on the Watchers. Grian is a force of nature and should be represented as such

-I am of the personal belief that Jimmy did not break free from the canary curse, since he died right before Wither/Warden boss fight and the entire point of Canarys is to warn of danger

-slightly irralevently but I need to draw the Scar

-BOY do I love the idea of Gem being used as the Watchers new tool because of the Zombie outbreak (send Gem all the love for that skill!!!)

-love Gem being taken by Watchers in general, especially adding in her lore that in Empires she thought everybody was just roleplaying, so she came in thinking it was roleplay and got stuck.

-i also like the idea of Jimmy getting struck down because of the Watchers being confused by his "funeral" and once Lizzy dies, then going "wait no he's supposed to be dead hold on-" and striking him down immediately

-i need more ideas for art. Also references. Please more references proportions are awful

-"if given the right tools, how many seeds of chaos can {Gem} sow, and it turns out, she's a bloody good farmer." Good quote. Make art for quote

-negative emotions being ~spicy~

-martyn being the seperate party in the gang of winners

-the watchers pushed Jimmy off a ledge

-players still having that sense of connections and support (i.e. swapping out) despite being in murder games (also I love the idea that when the Listeners swap out players, the players get a choice, so it's all the much more heartbreaking)

-(personal headcanon that Ren was desperately hoping Martyn would recognize him in Tango's body)

-(personal headcanon that all players start new life series incredibly sore from being tensed as they fall, even though they're unconscious)

-(other personal headcanon that fragmented players i.e. life series players are the only ones who can see the fragments on other servers)

-Speakers maybe being part of a group which works as mercenarys (being paid in whatever currency they use to give players the task of helping each other) (speakers being true neutral)

-y'all imagine the cinematic beauty of the climax I want full animaticssss

-Grian couldn't cash in on success because he either isn't fully in, or because the Watchers are being petty

-the two watchers being the actually evil equivalent of Jesse and James from pokemon

-Grian has emotions about previous series absolutely stunning idea

-like the idea that Winners get to keep their emotions (hence Pearl and Tilly, Grian w/ Scar, etc)

-Fragement lore fragment lore fragment lore

-THE PLAYERS ALL HAVE FRAGMENTS AND I NEED TO CHECK THE POST WHERE EVERYONE PUT THEIR IDEAS FOR PLACES

-Martyn is furry (fragment dog collar) (very not serious)

-fragments appear as important moments from lore? (Can Scar just have a big ol' one where he got punched in the face by Grian from third life?) (I know they don't appear because final death but it was a generator of so much angst)

-autocorrect my beloathed. (Grian ≠ Groan)

-sometimes fragments become scars, and everybody gets confused because "this moment wasn't important I have no emotional attachment to this moment why is there a scar?"

-PLAYERS CANNOT REMEMBER THE EMOTION GOBBLING AND ARE JUST GENERALLY CONFUSED WHEN THEY HAVE AN EMOTIONAL REACTION TO SOMETHING SOMEBODY SAYS

-headcanon that the Watchers do a real shoddy job at emotion gobbling and often leave the memory, which can prompt an emotional reaction. Also, Watchers actively ignore certain negative moments in favour of those spawning more negative emotions (like a cobblestone generator but for negative emotions)

-datastream Martyn??? Please explain I have not the time to watch all the vods

-eeeee winner theory!!!!!

-we love Villain scar

-PEOPLE CAN SHATTER IF THEYRE TOO FRAGMENTED OH MY GODS PLEASE FANART AND FICS

-so wait if they get to watch how it ends does that mean they had to sit and watch Scar go insane???? That makes that sadder

-so without any knowledge of Datastream Martyn, can I suggest that mayhaps datastream means that literally Martyn leaps between worlds by moving through the literal data stream? I have seen references to a Doc, so maybe he and Martyn were experimenting and Martyn got stuck? I know something happened to Doc, probably bad given that the reference was 'yes the red stuff was definitely ketchup', so was it because of the knowledge he has gained? Again, never seen any data stream so take all of this with a grain of salt. I just like analysing stories and have read enough to be able to pick out plotlines fairly well.

-oooh lore comic i want to read that

-Secret Keeper is Watchers putting on a trench coat and going "yes yes no watchers here yes yes"

-imagine how invasive it would be to spawn in and just KNOW the rules, with no background for why or how you have that information. Boy that could be a cesspit for angst. Imagine the panic of that inserted information. (Grian has to calm somebody down fic???)

-new lore enjoyer, but I love this already.

-making a proper movie with this concept would be AMAZING

-players were kidnapped lmao

-Scott having that forewarning for Jimmy and Scar is a funny thought

-Listeners are oldest children fighting their middle siblings (Watchers) because Mom and Dad will blame them for the poor player hurt

Making a part two because this is so long already

#secret life #martyn inthelittlewood #lore #Secret life lore #grian #watchers #listeners #fragments #eaefragments

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lurkingshan · 9 months

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I tried to search your blog for this answer, but we all know Tumblr is hit or miss. I saw You're My Sky in your pinned list as a 1. Have you talked about this series and your feelings about it on your blog? :3

Hello! Tumblr search function is indeed the worst so I appreciate you checking. But no, I have not written about You’re My Sky, because this blog is fairly new and I watched that in the before times.

Here’s my thing about YMS. I watched it when it came out and I liked it. I remember thinking it was visually stunning—much higher quality cinematography than we normally get in bls. I remember Suar standing out as the best actor in the cast. I remember it was sports sports sports and I remember the green and orange uniforms. And I remember…virtually nothing else about it.

And thus when I created this blog and made my bl ratings post by thinking back on all the bl dramas I had watched, I dropped it in the nebulous “I think this was good but I quickly forgot all about it” tier. This happens to me sometimes in particular with multi couple shows (by which I mean shows where there are actually several couples with roughly equal screen time and focus, not shows with a main couple and sides). The focus is fragmented and thus I don’t really have the chance to get attached or deeply invested in any pair. And this was definitely the case with YMS. If you put these characters in a line up I couldn’t tell you their names or even feel confident about who is paired with who. Thus, my rating.

I have actually been considering giving it another look because a few of my friends really love it and have been arguing for it as an underrated gem. If I do that, I’ll definitely write about it and tag you. But lord knows how long that’ll take given my mile long watch list, so in the meantime I’ll point you to this post by my friend @wen-kexing-apologist, who recently watched it for the first time and really loved it.

#you’re my sky #thai bl #shan answers

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idkaguyorsomething · 5 months

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Doctor Who Fic Recs

¡The specials are nigh upon us (or maybe the first one will already be out by the time I finish writing this, who knows)! Over the course of 60 years, there’s been quite a few absolute gems that some anonymous, talented souls have put out for our enjoyment. So here’s some of the highlights, scraped together from various corners of the internet:

This one is centered around Nine, after his regeneration. He has to confront his trauma as he goes on a journey through his past, traveling through his memories and meeting his past selves. It goes really deep into a lot of lore surrounding the daleks and Classic Who, so if you don’t know a lot about that this probably isn’t for you. It also came out before the 50th anniversary special, so there’s no War Doctor, and it has its own interpretation of the last moments of the Time War. But if that’s not a dealbreaker, definitely check this one out, because it’s got a fantastic story about regret and identity.

This story is a prequel to both series set on Gallifrey, with some rare Doctor/Master/Rani shipping, a very eldritch approach to Time Lord society, and a really interesting fusion of TARDISes with daemons. If you’re not familiar with the concept of daemons, this story really isn’t a good starting point, plus there are some references to the Big Finish audio stories that are rather important. It’s not exactly a story as much as it is a bunch of fragments set in the same universe exploring a lot of the ideas it introduces. A must-read if you enjoy Doctor Nyarlathotep.

A personal favorite of mine, centering around the unexpected pairing of Martha Jones and Lucy Saxon. It deals with the fallout of a certain couple of Time Lord’s actions during The Year That Never Was and is very short, but manages to squeeze in a lot of emotions. It will make you understand how this pairing could work while doing justice to Martha’s character.

Drop whatever it is you’re doing. Go read this. Now. It is one of the most well-written fics you will ever find, period, and probably the best Academy Era fanfic out there. The author has an excellent grasp on how an unlikely friendship would develop into something more and then break down, making it one of the most compelling and believable explorations of the Doctor and the Master’s relationship before they were the Doctor and the Master. It can get pretty dark (we’re talking self-inflicted regeneration) but if you can stomach those topics then you’ll find something amazingly well-written.

¿Do you wish that we could’ve seen tiny Amelia as a child companion on the TARDIS instead of her adult self? ¿Are you a fan of platonic fluff? ¿Are you in the mood to have your heart explode from a cuteness overload? ¡Then check this one out! The only possible complaint is that it’s too short.

Wherein Rose decides to haul around the dalek from Van Statten’s bunker instead of Adam. ¡Very funny and enjoyable and underrated! It has a dalek named Pedro and Nine being enjoyably grumpy until he decides he can make an exception against hating all daleks just this once. ¿What more could you possibly want?

This one is a short piece about Martha and Ten going to watch a supernova, but what makes it extra special is that it’s a real supernova and the fic was written by an irl astronomer. Their passion for their work really bleeds through into their writing, and it helps to emphasize the sense of wonder and exploration that Doctor Who at its best can bring.

¿Remember Jethro from Midnight? ¿The guy who looked like Merlin? ¿No? You will after reading this.

Mostly crack that doesn’t take itself too seriously and isn’t afraid to poke fun at some of the classic sci-fi setting fanfic cliches. ¡¡Number one shipper TARDIS, sex pollen, and Martha Jones having a good time abound (¿have you figured out which companion is my favorite yet?)!!

https://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=53318 Set during the Day of the Doctor, this little oneshot is just a slight au where we get to see every Doctor (up to that point) play their part in saving Gallifrey. Obviously they couldn’t have done anything like that in the show itself without resorting to dubious CGI necromancy bullshit, but man does it make you wish they could’ve had something similar.

And last but not least, ¡some classic Donna and the Doctor friendship! This is pretty much the distilled essence of everything everyone loved about their dynamic, being sweet, silly, and sad. It leans more on emotions than action or humor, but with the upcoming specials it is well worth a read just to remind yourself of everything they went through.

#phew finally done #waaaaay after the first special finally came out #this list easily could’ve been twice as long but it turns out there’s a limit to how many links you can add to a post #shout out to that one user that helped me find my drafts #you’re a lifesaver #lemme know if any of you want a part 2 #doctor who #doctor who fic #fic rec #my laptop broke so i can’t write a lot of shit #time to live up to the other half of my thing ig

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blackjackkent · 4 months

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Oh, thank God, I wasn't supposed to win that fight.

I went through two rounds of Hector getting shot by every single minion in the fight and Karlach getting 15% chance-to-hit on Ketheric's 22AC and I was wondering what the hell was wrong with me that I couldn't figure out how to even approach the fight...and then we got a cutscene. Yay!

"Enough! My lord beckons me!"

Aylin can see Ketheric is planning to make a run for it. Immediately she leaps into the air, wings flaring out, watching his movements; he turns and looks up at her with malice in his gaze.

"You must return to your prison!" he snaps. "And my daughter must be reclaimed!"

Aylin freezes halfway through preparing a strike of divine light and looks down at him with sudden irrepressible agitation. "Your daughter-- Isobel?"

In an instant, she seems to forget her attack altogether. Wheeling about, she begins to dart away through the sky; Hector can see she has turned for Last Light like an arrow fired from an enormous bow.

In that moment of distraction, pale pink light flares around Ketheric, infusing out of the gem in his armor through the hammer in his hand. He lifts the weapon and swings it in a wide arc, and Hector can feel a thrum of power through the air that makes his teeth ache. And then part of the tower explodes.

An enormous tentacle, larger even than the one that tried to seize Hector below, bursts through the stonework with an otherworldly roar. As Ketheric swings the hammer, the tentacle follows his movement at fifty times the scale, swinging in a sharp strike that catches Aylin in midflight like a fly swatted out of the air.

She crashes to the tower platform between Ketheric and Hector and lies unmoving - stunned or dead, Hector can't tell.

Ketheric's breath rasps in his chest and he raises his eyes to Hector; there's a fanatical light in his eyes that matches that glowing from his chest and hammer. He raises the weapon in Hector's direction and roars like a crazed beast. "You will fall as sure as she! This has only begun!"

The tentacle spasms above them, then dips in a sudden snapping strike. Hector remembers--

Terrified screaming as the nautiloid crested over the market district of Baldur's Gate. The sharp flick-flick of a tentacle lashing out over the panicked crowd. The impact - and then a man vanishing, dissociating into darkness. Then another, another, and then Hector himself, vision fragmenting as the blow caught him in the midsection... and then resolving the inside of the pod that held him as the tadpole burrowed into his eye...

The tentacle strikes once, twice -- the first on Ketheric, the second on Aylin. And just as he saw that day in Baldur's Gate, he watches as they vanish into nothing, leaving Hector and his companions alone on the platform in the freezing wind.

"That tentacle was colossal," the guardian cries out in his mind from within the Prism, her voice agitated as he has never heard it before. "The same creature we encountered before. We must follow where it went!"

Wyll nods agreement, sheathing his rapier with a grim expression. "That tentacle came from below. We should follow. I'm not about to let Ketheric walk free."

Hector swallows, resisting the urge to point out what they're all already aware of - Ketheric has escaped. But Wyll's right - that beast in the basement is its own problem and there is no avoiding it anymore.

"We rest," he mutters. "And then we go below. If we can't reach Thorm, perhaps at least we can stop that thing."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #what a ride holy shit #finally allowed to long rest though whoo

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With a small push, he opened the cathedral doors and stepped inside. Looking around a little, he did find a door to the left, which must've been the one Mika talked about. (Wonderful... Madam Herta, if you made these people, why did you make them like actual people....)

A small dejected sigh could be heard as he started walking towards it, thankful that his shoes were the quiet type. (Hopefully she's the type of person that just really doesn't care about others. oh who am I kidding... if she's the first person everyone here thinks about during a medical issue; then she probably cares a lot..)

Reluctantly, he gently knocked on the wooden door with his left hand, not wanting to make too much noise, before opening the door and going inside.

It barely even took a second to find out who Barbara is, since a.. sister? Of the cathedral was thanking her before leaving the room, passing a small blessing onto Arlan as she did so.

"Oh? Hello, are you hurt?"

Arlan sighed again, closing the door and walking over, fidgeting with his gloves.

Not really.. but people keep directing me to you. Uh.. (time to lie.) I woke up on a beach earlier, and don't seem to have any memory of anything aside from my name, age, and a few things of my childhood.. so...

"Oh no..! That's terrible... I'll see what I can do. Here, please sit down on this bed or chair, whichever you prefer. My name is Barbara, what about you?"

..Arlan. He sat down on the chair.

"Arlan..? That's a lovely name! Do you remember what allogenes are and how visions work, mister Arlan?"

He simply shook his head.

"I see.. well it's best I just show you. Look." With a small wave of her hand, she made little water bubbles float up; the lighting of the room making them quite a spectacle. She then grabbed her book and showed the vision on it. "Allogenes are people blessed with visions- these little gems. They let you use elemental powers, I use mine to heal people! Mine is a hydro vision.. there's seven elements in total."

Arlan let out a small hum, watching the bubbles float up before looking at the vision. (..should I make one and carry it around..? I don't know how I'd explain my powers otherwise.. is there even a lighting vision?)

Barbara sat down on the bed next to Arlan, holding out her hand in offering. It took him a moment to understand the gesture before he placed his hand on hers, making her smile.

"Please try to relax, it may feel strange at first."

Arlan nodded again, simply watching her as her vision began to glow. Barbara closed her eyes, whispering a small prayer to the Anemo archon before placing her other hand on top of Arlan's gloved one; Starting to sing. The melody was quite beautiful, and her elemental powers flowing along with her voice truly made this be a calming and safe moment, in which she would attempt to heal the boy's fragmented mind..

#patrol #testing #hsr arlan #genshin barbara

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Hello mutual, what is baroque? I could google it but I'd love to hear about it from you <3

OH I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED

Baroque is an absolute hidden gem of a game. I never hear anyone talk about it, and I think it’s because it got really overlooked; it got only like 50% on GameFAQs ratings, but a whopping 90% of Google users liked it! It was apparently originally released on the Sega Saturn?? And then got remade for PS2 and Wii. It’s apparently also on Switch now???

I found it for Wii for like $5 in a Gamestop, and picked it up with some birthday money, and I AM SO GLAD I DID.

This is the game’s cover. It’s described as a roguelike RPG, and you play a mute, amnesiac protagonist who explores a post-apocalyptic world. You meet all sorts of characters who slowly become more and more twisted as the game goes on. Some of them are The Horned Girl, who speaks the thoughts of those who get near her; the Bagged One, who speaks the words of others instead of her own; and the Baroquemonger, who can read Idea Sephirah, which if I recall, are kind of like…memories of the past.

At the beginning of the game, Archangel (the guy up there on the cover) tasks you to purify the Absolute God, who destroyed the world. He gives you an Angelic Rifle, and directs you to the Neuro Tower. You go there, in hopes of absolving yourself of a sin that you’ve committed, but can’t remember.

The Neuro Tower is a series of randomly generated dungeon floors, with randomly generated enemies and loot drops, that you have to navigate through to find your way to the Absolute God, and find scraps of the story from other characters. You progress the story in part by dying in the dungeon; when you die in the dungeon, things in the world change slightly, and you unlock new dialogue, and slowly get stronger in order to progress further through the Neuro Tower. It also has a cool system of letting you store weapons and items in Consciousness Orbs that carry over beyond your death.

I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS GAME. It has been YEARS since I played it, but I loved it so much, I’ve picked it up over and over again through the years to start new runs. There’s something about it that just keeps dragging me in. You get to pick up these fragmented bits of story, and try to piece together the picture of what really happened in this world, all while watching the characters you meet at the beginning become more and more distorted over time. It was actively described as “hardcore” when being marketed for PS2 in the USA, because of the nonlinear way the story is given to you. You can find pieces of story before you’ve got its context. It all depends on how you go about playing it, what you discover along the way, how often you die, and what and who you interact with. It’s one of those games I’d suggest looking up as little as possible about, honestly.

If you ever get the chance, definitely give it a try!! I super want to play it again now lkfgkfljg

#eli ask #baroque #baroque game

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✭ ✭ one for the two of them if that’s allowed

((Guessing you mean one headcanon that applies to both Lor and Magolor? If not you can just send this ask again specifying two distinct headcanons, or just two asks. Anyways… I suppose this is as good a time as any to explain how Clash fits into things, eh? This will contain spoilers for Magolor Epilogue, so if you’ve still not played it and have managed to avoid them thus far I suggest not reading beyond this point. For those still here, strap in, this is gonna be a long one!))

((So, for those who haven’t read the fic I’ve been writing that explores the earliest days of Magolor and Lor knowing each other, I’ll just establish right out of the gate that Magolor simultaneously did and didn’t survive his fight with the Tree Crown. He defeated it and all, but his injuries combined with the physical and magical exertion took its toll on him. However, the latent magic where he was, combined with his desire to go to some semblance of a normal home and Another Dimension Weirdness™️, essentially coalesced into that portal to the Dream Kingdom, which itself drew heavily from what Magolor knew of certain historical figures and events, altered by his own experiences. Or, in other words, spurred on by that wish of his and the magic at play, part of the Dream Realm fragmented into that version of the Dream Kingdom due to Another Dimension being unstable as hell and technically not being a place. Hard to die normally when you aren’t anywhere.

Because he ultimately “died” while going through that portal, the world essentially ended up with two separate Magolors. There was Magolor as he thought he might be in his dreams, now living in the Dream Kingdom as a respected and successful seller of various magic items and armor and weapons and the like, who also didn’t truly have to face the consequences of his actions because they magically went away. Then there was the “original” Magolor, still in Another Dimension, who just died and ended up in a limbo of sorts due to the reasons stated above. Given the circumstances of his death and the fact that he wasn’t really “supposed” to die to begin with, Morpho Knight(in butterfly form) ultimately brought him back(on the brink of death still but not Dead dead) to the last home-adjacent place he’d been… Which just so happened to be Lor’s main room.

That brings me to how she ties in with this. Remember how the “real” Dream Kingdom essentially came about as a result of Magolor’s thoughts, feelings, and memories? The concept didn’t just disappear from his mind entirely, and in fact the idea of making a vaguely accurate(if not somewhat anachronistic) retelling of some history/folklore was something he couldn’t help but want to do. Lor, being incredibly advanced and also bigger on the inside than on the outside, can do a lot of cool things, be it having an entire bamboo forest folks can do target practice in, a large firing range that has its own sky and stretches back miles, entire obstacle courses for various skill sets, etc. She also liked the idea, and had information to work with regarding what certain figures were like, essentially allowing her to fill in the blanks between Magolor’s broader ideas while he could focus on details like items and good ol’ “what part can someone I know play in this?”. Thus, Clash ALSO exists as an interactive simulation Lor can run that is effectively a playable reenactment of historical events with a few extra things mixed in.

Of course, because things weren’t confusing enough, neither of these “versions” of Clash are “canon” in the sense that one is an alternate microuniverse and the other is a simulation in a timeline where the original events already occurred. So, y’know, there was no gem apple tree, no Shoppe, Landia hadn’t been around back then, Doctor Healmore and the other heroes weren’t just identical twins save for their colors, Taranza and the Animal Friends and Meta Knight wouldn’t have been there, etc. Galacta Knight, being the Aeon Hero, would’ve been one of the “playable” heroes(he was the Sword Hero of yore), but that obviously wouldn’t have worked for a simulation intended to be like a game. It was actually Lor’s idea to essentially include the depiction of Galacta in the period between snapping and becoming the strongest warrior in the galaxy. It’s by far the biggest creative liberty that was taken, given the fact that Galacta really went off the deep end after the other events of Clash took place. It essentially gave an idea of what he might be like(she didn’t know about Meta Knight’s wish/encounter) while also not omitting the fact that he wasn’t always the dangerous figure he turned himself into.

As for why totally-not-Magolor was included but not some version of herself? One, some anachronisms are too big and blatant to do anything other than break immersion. Two, there’s a point where including familiar faces(or in this case figures without a face) in a historical recreation goes from being a fun little nod to being excessive. Three, accurately simulating herself would have been extremely difficult because she knows she isn’t the type to say “>No you can’t come in go away”, and that would’ve meant needing to recreate her own interior and amenities and the like for accuracy’s sake. If you’re gonna simulate yourself you gotta do it right or else what’s the point?))

#outofboat #ask box #ask meme #about lor #about magolor #headcanons #((whew that’s enough information establishment for one night…))

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