#lifebringer

[sushy00]

lifebringer 2

#lifebringer #sphinx #drawing #digital painting #yellow cloud #forest #birds

[sodrippy]

yes yes sun and moon but what about the SUN AND SEA dichotomy

#i must rest ill finish this post later #i understand this is incredibly predictable for user val sodrippy odyssey pirate ocean girl but please. its so real. to me. #its ABOUT. two forces so raw and untameable and VITAL and lifebringing and UNCARING and immutable #and good god when they come together doesnt the world just light the fuck up. you understand????

[villainspo]

That time Galactus was inspirational and vulnerable, part 2

Source: Ultimates2 (2016) #100, by Al Ewing (writer); Travel Foreman, Filipe Andrade, Marco Lorenzana, and Scott Hanna (line art); Dan Brown with Matt Yackey (colors); and Joe Sabino (lettering)

#galactus #the lifebringer #growth mindset #marvel comics #ultimates #ultimates2 #al ewing #travel foreman #filipe andrade #marco lorenzana #scott hanna #dan brown #matt yackey #joe sabino #I cry this series is so good #please read it #is this an Al Ewing tribute blog? kinda. sorry.

[hugcollector]

Insight [WISDOM] : Success

The elf appears troubled. You realise the Druid-Cleric is very concerned for the plight of her pale companion, as the final battle to put his living nightmares to rest begins.

Additionally, she also neglected to equip Balduran's helmet because, quote, "This circlet is pretty." This means she will soon get an absolute bollocking from her party. Both are worrying impending events in her mind.

#I did get a bollocking about this as I had to be helped from the brink of death three times #stop casting BLIGHT you son of a gun Cazador #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #Tav #Lifebringer's Circlet #bg3 spoilers

[vendettavalor]

@tacticalvalor said: Obi-Wan is happy to see Aurelia and Octavia both home, considering just how busy things have been lately. And it seems they're idly chatting together. The perfect opportunity. Wordlessly, he wanders over and wraps an arm around each. His smile is illuminating, and his eyes sparkle as he hugs them. He leans to kiss both on the cheek, though can only get so far without their own movement to lean down to his height… or a little help from the Force. After all, it only takes a subtle wave of the hand behind their backs.

⚔️ Flirt With My Muse // ACCEPTING ⚔️

Afternoon tea proves a welcome respite from the hustle and bustle of the daily routine they've established. While Paddy is out with the twins doing a bit of shopping, the Mollidrak and the Beastmorpher have spent the whole day cleaning and tidying up. With laundry, sweeping, and dusting out of the way, they feel a break is well deserved.

They weren't expecting him to be home this soon, but the surprise is a most pleasant one indeed.

Both women beam and move to hug him back, each planting a kiss on his cheek before taking their turns to plant another upon his lips. Octavia moves to serve him while Aurelia pulls up a seat for him, both ecstatic with his presence.

"We didn't think you'd be home for hours, darling! It's so good to have you home early for a change, and right in time for tea no less!" Octavia chimes, pouring him a fresh hot cup.

"We're glad you're home early. Here, have some cake. We were just talking about you if you can believe - trying to figure out what beard cut would make you look most handsome." Aurelia giggles, pushing a plate with a slice of homemade iced cake before him to accompany his drink.

What a wonderful life this man lived.

#// GEE o.bi w.an #// how come your mom lets you have TWO wives #ask : is this what you wanted #mutual : all of my best friends #tacticalvalor #response : i know it gets better from here #obi wan kenobi / aurelia pta'hoa / octavia abara : enough love to feed the voracious appetites of both dragon and wild dog [tacticalvalor] #( ocm : aurelia pta'hoa the motherly jedi master ) #( ocm : octavia abara the lifebringer ) #( v : ashes and stardust )

[hraunwyf]

"So, we don't talk about the infinite nature of the universe. Got it!" She's still carrying that wound from last time she dived that deep, so she's gotta sidestep that. "What's your relationship with the Sun like, Sensei? Last time I wore your crown, it felt- I don't know, foreign? I know it's there, but only academically. Do you not remember the sun? Which sun don't you remember?"

@valourie

“you gotta stop messing with my diadem, kid. you don’t want what it’s about.”

there’s a reason only loki wears the high, curved horns that mimic no animal. they mimic something, alright, but it’s not something she’s going to divulge to ramses—it was the knife and the wound of a time long past. every now and then she wonders if boða’s still mad. shit, she’d have every right to be. if she’s even still alive.

but that specific grief and honor aren’t at hand here. an entirely different coupling is, because for the life of her loki can’t work out why ramses is asking about the sun. what does the sun matter to her, other than who gets to pluck it out of the sky and eat it? she sure as hell doesn’t. she only—only—

“i have glimpsed the sun of taa at the ending of the sixth iteration, and it is unto that sun that i am sworn to return galan, who is known as the world-eater and as the life-bringer. in the crystalline fraction of time between time when there is no distinction of this cosmos and the next, i will reach into that apocalypse and bear his homeland forth again into the ninth, and he will at last be freed from all hunger and pain.” god, she’s getting dizzy. always gets so dizzy. “i will be the end of his grief; i will be the end of all grief.”

#[ INBOX. ] #[ V: UNREMEMBERED SUN. ] #valourie #eye strain / #you know ya boi had to reference the prophecy of the lifebringer!

[vampireascendant]

the lifebringer | cloak of cunning brume | wavemother's robe | gauntlet of the tyrant | white lashes

#astarion #bg3edit #baldur’s gate 3

[lollytea]

Willow likes to bundle up Hunter's calloused wood carving hands in hers and smother them in kisses like he's a princess. She makes a big dramatic show about it too. Like "Look at these miraculous hands!! The hands that create lifelong friends!! Lifebringing hands!!! Extraordinary!!! Mwah mwah mwah!!!" And it makes Hunter super giggly.

#huntlow

[smallpapers]

lifebringer

#dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #farcille #falin touden #marcille donato #marcille dungeon meshi #falin dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi spoilers #tw: blood #cw: artistic nudity #myart

[evermeet]

faithwarden. lifebringer.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 tav #tavsboots #dailygaming #mine* #mine*bg3 #oc: chell oakmoss #i just think she's neat #vg: bg3

[sculptorofcrimson]

My Angel

@kit-williams I take FULL responsibility. Behold, more scary golden boys!

~~~~~

“Je prie les anges et les anges m'ont pris”

Translation from French: I prayed to the angels, and the angels took me. 

~~~~

It's not a pretty feeling, is it, when you are denied even the right to die?

The Aquilan Shields. The desire of any, the saviors of countless. The gilded heroes in gold and crimson, thundering from the skies. 

But they are not heroes.

They are not saviors. They are not angels, they are seraphims bathed in fire and brimstone and choking smoke. They do not chase off death, but rather prolong it, until you can die by their command. 

It is a tradition, they say, a practice that carried over from the First Custodian and into their Order. The First to seal what belonged to him in gold and crimson, the first lifebringer who preserved life in a dead man walking. The outcast dead, preserved beyond an end, beyond life, beyond even adoration itself, until love curdled into obsession.

He was the First of the Custodes, the First to adore so vehemently it was beyond even death itself. 

It is a tradition for them not to love, but to protect, to adore and nurture, to keep. It should be an honor. It should be adoration. Many want to be loved. No one wants to know. Many yearn for that pretty delusion, the warmth of the fire without fearing its heat. You cannot love a heartless man. 

It was hard to imagine Leinth had once wished for the stress of their regard. 

“You seem melancholy today.” He observed. His voice filters through perfect vox lines, yet she could detect no waver beneath it, no human imperfection. It was as if he had been mastered as a machine, without deviation, and without error. 

Leinth offered a wan smile, the girl kicking her thin shins out over the rooftop’s edge. He had found her with ease, as he always had, regardless if she was in the Palace’s grand gardens or had paid a civilian to carry her to the outskirts of Terra. He would always find her, after all. 

Sekhmet Andas of the Aquilan Shield made no noise as he shifted to a resting position besides her, making eerily little sound for one as large as he. For a moment they were silent, watching the setting sun bathe the slums of Terra to red, then crimson.

“I had thought Terra would be beautiful.” she spoke, after a long while. Sekhmet inclined his head. 

“What makes you think it is not?” 

“These.” Leinth gestures with one hand. Her fingers, still unused to the exercises she had been subject to, awkwardly form crude signs in thoughtmark. + These. The ones you never show. + Her voice had yet to be taken away from her in her ascension to a full Sister, but her freedom to roam certainly was. 

“You cannot drape wraiths in raiments and call them beautiful, Leinth. You cannot show the shadow of the sun.” Sekhmet, with surprising tenderness, gently nudges her index finger to the proper form. "Longer, Ley. Thoughtmark is not an unelegant language."

"But are they too not loved?" she bats his hand away. "These wraiths." Leinth couldn’t help but feel irate at the simple use of her endearment. It had once belonged to her brother once. 

"I cannot speak for them." he replied. "Only that they were not graced by His light."

"Like I wasn't?" Leinth chuckles softly, bitterly. "Like I wasn't blessed, for the first decade and half of my life? Worthless, until my gift was seen?" 

“No. You were…exceptional.” Sekhmet’s tone was as level as always, even in the face of Leinth’s capricious wrath. The thin girl was shivering, but seemed unnoticing of the setting sun’s cold. Sekhmet reached out, and wrapped his cloak around her shoulders. Leinth never looked up. 

“Oh, you.” Leinth’s giggle sounded far too jaded, far too cruel for a girl of her age, all of twenty-three and as bitter as a veteran. “You’ve spent so long in the gold, you’ve forgotten how to speak of the bronze.”

Sekhmet did not respond to that. He simply wrapped the cloak around her, and tried to fasten the clasp. Once more, Leinth shakes his hand away. Sekhmet contends with draping the fabric around her. 

When she next spoke, her words were laden with vitriol. “I had a brother once. Down here. We were together.” There was an old rancor here, an ancient ache. Her eyes had become unfocused, her legs swinging out into the void as she gazed upon Terra’s slums from the shelter of the rooftop. 

She sounded almost wistful. 

“We were together when Father died. You wouldn’t know. Of course you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t care how Liaser fed me, clothed me, fought off a gang and ended up losing a third of his index finger from a knifethrust that was meant for me. You never saw the bodies left in the streets to rot, the trashheaps we buried ourselves in to hide from the gangs, how he took in a pariah at the age of twelve and refused to abandon her. You never knew what it felt like to starve, not knowing if you’d live long enough to scavenge from the streets. But he refused. Not even when my gift suffocated him, not even if he hated my soul, but loved me enough even when I drew “visitors”. When my aura drew…others here. Visitors that beat him. Visitors that tortured him. Visitors that hated me, hated my mind. Visitors wanted me.” her eyes had become unfocused, bitterly embroiled in the past. Sekhmet placed a titanic hand on her shoulder. He could feel the Pariah’s pulse from here, beating fast and hard like a dying rabbit’s, her shaven head bobbing from side to side with seemingly no consciousness. She was shaking. His other hand, still clad in gold auramite, rubbed soothing circles next to her spine. 

She regained her voice after a few moments, still trembling. “One of them tried to skin him alive unless I showed myself, were you there to protect me from then?” 

“Ley, you know that-”

“Were you there?” She half screamed. “Were you there when they broke three of his ribs and I robbed a clinic with my gift, when I walked in and the doctor called me a soulless monster and ran? When I left that dingy, rundown place with credits in my bag, knowing they feared me, knowing they looked at me and saw nothing but loathing? Knowing how it felt like not to be unnoticed, but to be utterly hated?”

“The golden do not know hate, dear Ley.” His hand wrapped around her, tightening and dragging her close when she tried to move away. Leinth snorted in derision and annoyance. He continued on. “And they will never step foot nor hide, so long as you’re beneath my gaze, little Sister. Where love is made impossible for you, Pariah, then contend yourself with fear.” With more tenderness than thought possible for a creature so cold, he reached out and gently turned her head towards him, tilting her face up until they were eye to eye. Leinth saw nothing, not even the cold spark of life, behind those eyes. It was like gazing into the eyes of a corpse, a corpse that would hold her, love her, suffocate her, for eternity.

“Contend yourself with fear, little Pariah. Where they cannot love you, they will learn to fear.” 

Leinth pulled away from his grasp. “But I do not want to be feared.” 

She did not ask to become a Sister, she did not want to be plucked from her brother’s arms and paraded like a trophy before golden eyes. She did not ask to be in that alleyway when they came, her thin arms over her head as the blows rained down one by one, still hearing her brother screaming at her to run. Sobbing for her life, pleading to be spared, praying for the angels to come and save her. And she prayed, and the angels came to save her. 

“I do not want to be feared.” she repeated. 

“But you will be.” His grip was like iron. He did not allow her to turn away. Instead, he dragged her close, cold auramite upon her shoulders and her neck. “You will be feared, not loved. Because, after all, who else would love you except for I, little Pariah?”

Who else would love you, when the world itself has turned away in fear and horror? Who else could love her, when even the Emperor’s light could not warm her?

Who else would love her if not for him? 

Leinth tried to move away, but his auramite grip was unbreakable. He dragged her against him, and this time she didn’t even struggle. Unshed tears had dripped steadily from her lashes, her sobs too proud to be spoken yet too painful to be restrained. Her small frame was shaking, but her voice was bitter, and filled with more vehemence than either of them had known. 

“I prayed that night you saved me, you know. I prayed for you, Sekhmet. I prayed that you would find him and bring him back. But you never even tried, did you?”

The silence was his answer. 

“You never even tried to find him. You left him there. And you took me.”

#slums #tw: mentions of beatings #pariahs #sisters of silence #sister of silence oc #warhammer oc #wh40k #warhammer40k #sculptor of crimson #adeptus custodes #yandere custodes #male yandere #yandere #unhealthy relationships #unhealthy obsession #obsessive love #obsessive yandere #obsession #warhammer 40k #warhammer #wh40k writing prompts #constantin valdor #drabble #who is this paramour Valdor mentions? #well #that's a guess for you #emperor of mankind #emperor mentioned #Her brother was beaten to death by thugs in an alleyway. And she was treated like a princess. #abandonment

[aziraphales-library]

You guys are genuinely amazing. Lifesavers, lifebringers, lifegivers (and occasionally lifetakeaway-ers on some of the more angsty fics). This blog has significantly improved my quality of life, thank you so much for doing what you do. <3<3<3<3<3<3

Comes with putting you up our sleeve <3

- Mod D

#nice and kind words #mod d

[villainspo]

That time Galactus was inspirational and vulnerable, Part 1

Source: Ultimates2 (2016) #8, by Al Ewing (writer), Aud Koch (line art), Dan Brown (colors), and Joe Sabino (lettering)

#galactus #ultimates2 #ultimates #al ewing #aud koch #dan brown #joe sabino #that time Al Ewing spent 22 issues making Galactus a multiversal hero #the lifebringer

[biff-adventurer]

Spontaneous Roleplay for Dummies OR How to roleplay with random strangers on the internet, no plotting required OR XIV in game roleplay specific & general writing tips

I've been roleplaying for a good long while now and I'm starting to see some issues trending lately. So here is a guide/tips from me, a spontaneous RPer, who has run into a lot of younger or newer RPers without a lot of guidance. Let me have the honor of trying to help. Or at least let me share what I want some people to know.

i) So you go to a venue. The safest way to start RPing with literally anyone in particular is to ask them an opening question. It doesn’t have to be ground-breaking.

Sonny Silvertear: “Hi there! I'm Sonny, what’s your name?” “ Luna Lifebringer: “Hi? My name’s Luna.”

ii) If the stranger doesn’t “yes and” you, move on. People are jerks, and if they judge you, that’s on them. If someone doesn’t respond in fifteen minutes, you’re safe to move on. (People type slow in game, so fifteen minutes feels like the safest number to me. Please work within your comfort zone–it’s a part of creating boundaries and protecting yourself!)

iv) If you’re the stranger sitting around waiting for someone to ask you a question, the polite thing to do is “yes and” them back. Sometimes, this means just saying something that your new roleplay partner can respond to. It doesn’t always have to be a question!

Luna Lifebringer: “Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around.” Sonny Silvertear: “It’s my first time here. Do you come here often?”

Remember: No talk is too small. Small talk can lead to big talk if you continue to “yes and” with your partner. If you take an interest in someone else’s character, the courteous thing is for them to take an interest in yours.

(As an aside, it’s a little narcissistic to wonder why someone took an interest in your character unless they offer the information themselves. If they compliment you, make sure you find something nice and genuine to say back! Most of the time, the safe assumption is that people are just trying to make friends–unless you have good reason to believe otherwise, of course.)

v) “But I play a character who doesn’t talk too much?” Body language is a great way to show emotion for characters who are stoic. If they can’t offer much dialogue, you can help your partner out by sharing your character’s thoughts or assumptions in your prose. It does NOT have to be fancy or complicated.

Luna Lifebringer: “Not really, no.” Luna raised an eyebrow, then turned to her drink. She wasn’t sure why this cheerful stranger was talking to her, but she didn’t mind it. She just didn’t think it made sense to share her prior line of thought–about the adventure she’d just survived, in a dungeon where she pretty much carried the party with the strength of her white magic.

Sonny Silvertear: “You seem to have a lot on your mind. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Luna Lifebringer: “Not really, no.” She smiled weakly at Sonny, but without any malice. She didn’t want him to think she was annoyed. “What about you? Something on your mind?”

Sonny Silvertear: “Not really, no.” He had to laugh. Should he have come up with conversation topics beforehand? He was new at the social thing, which he hadn’t known was part of the adventuring thing until he’d picked up the mantle of sprout.

Luna Lifebringer: Luna Lifebringer laughs, too. “I guess we both came out to enjoy a nice drink.”

Sonny Silvertear: “I really like drinking. But I’m not, like, a drunk!”

vi) “But how do I get out of small talk territory?” This is where you choose to be vulnerable. Contrary to what some people might tell you, it’s alright to share some exposition about your character’s backstory. It just has to seem natural–and the best way to make something seem natural is to find a natural opportunity to share.

Luna Lifebringer: “Well, good. Because I hate drunks, lies and deception. Especially deception.”

Sonny Silvertear: “Anyone who knows a drunk hates drunks.”

Luna Lifebringer: “You, too? I’ll drink to that!”

vii) “But my partner isn’t picking up on my cues.” That happens sometimes. It can happen a lot if your cues aren’t obvious. It can also happen if you run into a lot of people who are either really uninterested, really tired, or just really not perceptive. Those are all not your fault, so you can’t compensate for that. When you find yourself working too hard, it’s okay to drop the RP, either by finding a reason to leave, talking to someone else, or simply ending the conversation.

viii) “What if I’m not getting their cues?” Then it’s perfectly harmless to bring up what you think they’re referring to, or something new entirely, so long as you acknowledge whatever else the person said. Remember that you don’t have to respond to every single line–just what you think is important, either to you or to them. That way, no one feels like they wasted what they wrote.

Sonny Silvertear: “Yeah, me, too. My dad.”

Luna Lifebringer: “That sucks.”

Sonny Silvertear: “Yeah. My dad sucked.”

Luna Lifebringer: “Mine did, too. Is there a rule somewhere that says dads have to suck?”

Sonny Silvertear: “I think that’s part of why everyone hates drunks. Because they make terrible fathers.”

ix) Don’t write more than you need to. An easy way to lose your partner’s attention or try their patience is making them read a small novel, only to find out the last two lines are all they need to read to reply. That doesn’t mean you can’t share lovely details about your characters; it just means you need to choose those details wisely. For example, if there’s something about your character that we can’t see on the model, like freckles under a scar or a third color of hair on their head, bring it up if it seems relevant. Just ask yourself why it’s relevant and why you want your new partner to know about it.

Luna Lifebringer: She laughed. It was bubbly, but there was a sadness hiding amid the bubbles somewhere. “More women need to not sleep with drunk dudes.”

Sonny Silvertear: He nodded once, firmly. His smile reached his eyes, though the light in them was gone. He looked at his hands. Without gloves to hide the scars, it was easy to see how rough they were. “It would save everyone a lot of stress, time and work.”

x) Use the right words. It’s hard to figure out what the right words are, but sometimes, that’s because they’re simple. And sometimes it’s because they’re not. Really, the key is to make sure the word means what you think it means. The thesaurus doesn’t give you words that are exactly interchangeable; it gives you words that can mean the same things, in a general sense, but mean something specific when you look closer.

Old: Luna looked around the bar. She was by herself, but she was waiting for someone, so she didn’t feel like a total loser. She just needed to be patient. She smiled at the bartender and took her drink, then looked around some more for the right seat. (Grade: C)

New: Luna looked around the bar. She felt self-conscious, but reminded herself that she was waiting for someone. When the bartender handed her the drink she ordered, she smiled graciously. Then, she looked for a place to sit. (Grade: B)

Don’t ask me how to get an A, starters are hard. Making yourself look known and available, and giving people an insight to where your character is mentally, is a good start. Frankly, I’d just sit my character somewhere before I made a starter but I wanted to try something new. I don’t think it worked. But the point is, the words are better. They’re more varied and less soulless. But sometimes soulless gets you through the day, so don’t judge yourself too hard.

xi) When writing a character from a specific place, try to use in-game dialogue to influence the depiction of your character’s ethnic background or childhood experiences. There are a lot of NPCs in the game and a lot of MSQ dialogue by people from different places on the Star. So, if you start RPing a character of a different background than yours, the best starting point is the source material. Although the source has its own problems, it’s also the text we share. Identifying the problems in the material is more like the second or third step in character building; but it’s unlikely folks will be angry with you for drawing from the source. However, do try to research the places in game and their real world counterparts to get a sense of where your character should be. It helps add depth and it helps you learn about the world, too! Creating, writing and researching for non-Western characters is its own large topic; this is just a good starting point, in my experience.

xii) In Conclusion: show people you care to know about other people’s characters. Focus on what they need to know about yours in the moment. Artistry can follow once you have the meat down in place. Don’t commit so much to aesthetic that you lose the ability to build relationships with other people. When you take an interest in those around you, the world really opens up. And isn’t that what being an adventurer is all about?

#ooc;; #ffxiv #ffxiv roleplay

[vendettavalor]

@tacticalvalor said: how lovely to see so many friendly and familiar faces here today. -> obi wan and octavia

⚔️ Hitman 3 Prompts // CLOSED ⚔️

Despite the chipper tone of the Jedi's words, the occasion was far less cheerful than it seemed. This number of Myths in one place had not been seen since before their homeworld of Fantasma had been glassed by the Empire. It was a rarity, spurred on by a long and tenuous string of connections that allowed them to gather in one safe space. Hardly a gathering of pleasure. More of a meeting of convenience to try and increase their chances of survival.

That being said, it didn't mean they couldn't try to find some joy in it. Seeing faces they'd not seen in some time - years it felt like. Friends, companions, fellow parents just trying to make their way surviving in a hostile, unforgiving galaxy ever patrolled by the watchful eye (bordering on invasive gaze) of the Galactic Empire.

"Indeed it is, my love," Octavia hums, leaning into his hold. His one organic hand resting on her back spurs her forward. In sync they move, a practiced dance that they have done a thousand times, blending in seamlessly with the crowd and beginning to mingle with the old and familiar among the group. In their arms, the twins giggle and chirp.

Perhaps this meeting is not happening under the best of circumstances. But they will make do.

Just as they always have.

#ask : is this what you wanted #mutual : all of my best friends #tacticalvalor #( ocm : octavia abara the lifebringer ) #obi wan kenobi / octavia abara : you are my life force [tacticalvalor] #( v : ashes and stardust ) #response : i know it gets better from here

[corvid-feathers]

My oc Fiercehunter! Or more accurately, his name was Lifebringer. He was an animus nightwing, but he made a fatal error while wording one of his spells. In exact words it was "When I die, I am to possess the body of my son Fiercehunter" Yeah Lifebringer died two weeks later, Fiercehunter was 1 year old...he basically cursed himself into being a baby

He is sad he can't do evil in tiny body, for his claws and teeth are not sharp enough

also here have a picture with his wings hidden, now you can see the little back spikes :D

#wof #art #wof art #wings of fire #wof oc #digital art #my art #my art <3 #my artwork #wof nightwing #wings of fire art #wings of fire oc #wingsoffire