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radiance1 · 4 months
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A castle mysteriously appears in Gotham one night.
Nobody who noticed it knows where it came from, nor how it got there as it seemingly appeared overnight. It wasn't anything big, as far as castle's were concerned, it seemed to be on the smaller side of things.
However, no one could truly estimate it's actual size. For there seemed to be an ever-present fog that never seemed to stray past the castle's gates.
Just like the fog, you always seemed to hear the cawing of crows and the flapping of bats whenever you step close enough. Yet their visibility was kept hidden in the fog.
Appearances aside, there did seem to be something... off, about the castle and not just because it appeared from thin air, no. It seemed to have a distinct aura of something... other.
No one knew how to explain it, but they could tell there was nothing natural about it. There was something fundamentally wrong with the castle, it wasn't the way it appeared out of nowhere, nor it's appearance.
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When Sam finally became an adult, she didn't have to think twice about moving out. It was a bit difficult, with her parents not wanting to let her go just yet, but her grandmother managed to persuade them, thankfully.
When she was younger, Sam had always dreamed of owning a castle. Though its appearance did change in her mind when she grew older, from pretty and pink to one of darker colors and crows, which is why she never got one when she was younger, she realized.
But now that she was an adult, what was stopping her?
Nothing, that's what.
So, Sam buys one that matches her tastes and moves in. There was a lot of space, far more than she really ever thought about and now had to find a use for.
Magic.
Was something that enthralled Sam ever since she was young, that and the occult as a whole. So, for a few months after moving did she try and get her hands on things like magical tomes, items, scripts and learn it.
Surprisingly, she was strongly successful in her attempts of learning magic. It was surprising to be sure, but now that she compares it to the portal to the afterlife, having a half dead friend and having hunted down ghosts, she realizes that magic wouldn't be that much farfetched in the equation.
A fair bit of her time now was spent covering her castle in wards, sigils, and runes, ones that would strengthen themselves over time, various protection wards and multiple others that she found useful. Most of them were ones that she found through text, though others were ones she personally made.
After she finished the entirety of the castle, she studied thoroughly to gain more knowledge and power for herself, she even made a few spells of her own along with various potions. Unfortunately, she was interrupted in her studies by various other witches, because apparently having such a powerful fledgling witch on her lonesome was too tempting of an offer to pass up for the nearby covens.
So she had to... move, before they tried to force her to join them. As for how, well, she moved her entire castle! What better way to refuse, really?
Unfortunately, it was her first time using such large-scale teleportation magic and she messed it up. Not that her calculations on where the castle was supposed to be were wrong, but while in the midst of moving through space she was... thrown off kilter.
She didn't even know how or what caused her to mess up. But her castle both was and wasn't where she wanted it to be. Her original destination was coordinates near Amity Park, and while they were on said coordinates.
This wasn't Amity Park.
To say she worried was an understatement. She scrambled to find something about where she ended up, and realized not only was she thrown off kilter, but she was also thrown off so badly that she ended up in an entirely different dimension. Luckily, she managed to make the philosopher's stone.
To say making it was easy would be wrong, for even she didn't know how she created it. It was by accident and for a while she didn't even know she had made it, when she had and tried to do something with it the stone had, uh, well.
It fused into her skin.
It had placed itself right over her face, on her chest, and it granted her immortality it seemed. Though that wasn't the effect she was currently thankful for no, the effect of making gold would be valuable to her, she wouldn't have the Manson wealth, but she could at the very least sustain herself.
For now, though, she did have her studies to get back to.
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delicourse · 2 years
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my full artwork for the chrysalis zine!! its currently on sale til the 15th! 🦈🦈
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potionpeddlerpatchy · 11 months
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I truly think Hanta Sero loves to garden.
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fallloverfic · 1 year
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If folks are looking for a fanwiki/information hub for The Chronicles of Osreth by Katherine Addison/Sarah Monette, the fanwiki has 675 articles (and is still growing), with information from The Goblin Emperor and both books from The Cemeteries of Amalo, as well as both short stories. It includes characters, locations, articles on religion, food, different associations, clothing, operas, airships, and just lots of things.
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babydarkstar · 7 months
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not enough caitvi fic on ao3……………almost 6000 but idc i need more
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monty-glasses-roxy · 6 months
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Yeah uhh I feel like the major problem with Tubehell Challenge 'The Mimic' story is uhh fitting it in a small space. I can make The Storyteller more interesting, but because Andrea couldn't fill the space of a 19-20k story, I have only 16570 to work with, a lot of which can be cut out given it's mostly guff about nothing and Burrows talking about scuba diving with pretty models. There's 19207 words in The Mimic, a lot of which is loading chekov's gun they never fire and scrambling to make it 'scary' so... hm...
I can do it for sure, it's just a case of building Edwin, David and Mimic's relationships properly in a short time frame. I have some structure ideas that will help with that, and also gonna shimmy around which important parts are revealed in which story, so that should give me a lot more room to work in The Mimic, but also further limits The Storyteller so... hmmm... I'll know for sure how clever I'm going to have to be with screentime when I actually start it I think.
This post is just to say that this is going to be interesting to figure out lmao in case you were wondering how it was going
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reyiosa · 4 months
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be brave. let your sci-fi/fantasy cities have juxtaposing architecture. let there be 2,000-year-old monuments astride 10-year-old monoliths. let there at least be one Old City Hall.
the same thing goes for general technological advancement btw.
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maggotsandcream · 4 months
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Who needs calcium fortified anything when you can just have hard water?
(This post brought to you by the sprayer at work trying to grow its own limestone over the nozzle again.)
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sansloii · 4 months
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Tetrarch's Lily
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Scientifically known as Aichontiscus, Tetrarch's Lily is a deep-sea, flowering plant that can only be found in one place—directly off the coast of Meriburn. It is a plant that can only grow in a high moisture, high pressure environment and unless placed in one after picked, it will shrivel up and wilt. It will grow wherever water flows and, much like how plant roots behave, it likes to force its way through open cracks and find more sources of water that it can use to grow more blooms. The flower is extremely toxic and its petals are coated in a thin waxy substance that can, and will, irritate the skin. It is an enzyme that, in defense of the flower, will slowly eat through organic matter and seems to stop and start as is its want. The irritant can be washed off but it is advised that whoever touches it wears gloves or some sort of hand covering for the next 96 hours, after which they may resume the regular use of their hands if it was treated immediately. Its bioluminescence, although breathtaking, is meant to serve as a warning. It is the only lifeform found in this cavern and what few fish and aquatic life that have mistakenly swum into the aquifer have suffered a slow and agonizing death. This either due to the enzymes in the water or by consuming parts of said flower.
The legend that surrounds this plant is allegedly as old as the kingdom itself, but many sections of it have since been lost to time. What circulates now is a biased summary of the tale, which has segments of the original story but was tailored to suit the needs of the royal family. The modern version reads:
Land and Sea have long been at odd, fighting each other for the realm's dwindling space. Twas like the Sun and Moon itself were at odds and waged war on the other using the realm and its waters as proxies. Oh, how the tides rose and fell under the weight of the moon's phases--swells growing larger everyday. In response, the land waits until the tides receede to build itself up with natural barriers so that the waters may not pass. The lack of warmth from the moon chills these ranges so none may come near them and the intense heat from the sun dried out the water and waves that beat against it. The ones that suffered here were not the Sun and Moon, but the life they sustained. This violent war they waged only harmed those that lived on the border between the two. This meeting of earth and sea was rendered uninhabitable and that which was contested only seemed to grow. And as it grew, the turmoil slowly began to infect other parts of the land and the deepest parts of the sea. Thus, that is what brought two leaders from the Land and the Sea together. The area in which those from below and our ancestors from above was in the middle of the two domains--surrounded by the sea but encased in porous earth. In this cavern, a covenant was formed. To them our ancestors promised to make it so that land would never be inaccessible to them--that their waters would flow uninhibited deep into reaches of their domain. They swore that the rivers that stopped just shy of the sea would be allowed to join it once more. To our ancestors, they promised access to the deepest parts of the sea. This is where they gifted Tetrarch's Lily to the man that would go on to become Meriburn's first king. With it, a chosen few would be granted the boon of diving into the deep--farther than any land-dwelling being would be able to venture. Tetrarch's line is who it was granted to... so only Tetrarch's Line shall receive its blessing. That is why the bloom of Aichontiscus is sacred. That is why it stands alone on our crests, our flags, and our ships. It is a symbol of our vow and union to the sea.
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munamania · 6 months
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something that makes me feel guilty is the fact that seeing that persons face rn literally makes me angry. they walked into class and i nearly winced. and in all fairness they were quite kind to me. outside of the several kind of odd red flags. girl whatever. to be quite frank i am a horny bastard and vocal proud etc but few people interest me enough to actually want to hang out with and get to know And i have deep seated intimacy issues so it's like. we really dont have a shot unless the circumstances r exactly right on a full moon perfect thursday of a month etc like. well and tbh i probably would have fucked around with this person but i dont... care... about some big relationship w them.. and i know i could be a relationship girl like eventually i have it in me to have a muse that's what im built for i think idc but not rn... rn i need to hang out with my friends and do my film stuff and have people that maybe wanna make out sometimes is that so much to ask for. for a lesbian at a bar to want to make out perhaps. ** for there to be lesbians at the bars to potentially make out with.
#and i am quite lonely yes thank u for asking. yeah someday id love to get to know someone again in the context of falling in love#what about it. so what now. i dont think im meant for our understanding of romantic love but boy do i crave it#why am i having this moment rn. well ok consider im on my period all i could think about this morning was [redacted] and both parties#of my dyke drama were back in class today. and the one gay person that i think has a crush on me but we dont see each other super often#so im just. guessing based on the way awkward lesbians communicate. idk#and i feel really just mean but i quite literally dont have it in me to pretend to be nice to this person anymore#i wasnt like. some villain for realizing we were acting really coupley and being like oh shit because i didnt want to hurt them#. and trying to communicate and put some distance between us when i thought they were probably in too deep. it's unfortch it took me a sec#but jesus christ yk i cant walk around and feel awkward about it forever. and im frustrated by the fact that we're just acting so odd#but again frankly i think it's largely bc they have an unhealthy relationship with dating. THROWING HORIZONTAL PUNCHES HERE.#OK. STONES FROM A GLASS HOUSE. IM AWARE. REAL RECOGNIZES REAL.#and YET. despite my past insanity. ive been kind. i can understand disappointment and a little awkwardness#but jesus would you rather i pretend to be in love with you for months and then really break your heart.#this is where i get mean and make a joke like well hey if we couldve had weird really mediocre sad angry dyke sex abt it#that would have been cool with me. but alas. we're here instead and it's fucking with my friendships too#and like we were kind of ok friends too. what now. its just u me and this brick wall u built between us bitch#now was EYE not answering texts for a minute. we dont need to get into it.#because the thing IS if i dont play things exactly right. and im not good at that without prior planning. i will accidentally say or do#something that i know. again. from being insane myself. would be just enough for them to hold onto hope#and im not trying to do that to them you know. i was trying to help with the detachment. shitty as it may be. i dont fucking know dude#this post is going to make me look kind of. well. whatever u guys have seen me at my worst. mostly. and post#ok one last thing sorry if this makes me sound like i have a giant ego. like wow heres this person who really liked me and im just shitting#all over them. not what im meaning to do but whatever
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I don’t know what a parasocial relationship is and at this point I’m too afraid to ask.
#I mean I sort of get it#but there is a mental block#it’s not all poisonous I guess!!!! sometimes you love people from afar!!!!! it’s okay!!!!!#reality will let you know when it’s time to let them go#I loved stonefield for YEARS and you know what it’s good they broke up because it got too intense#and I healed and moved on. but also like. love from afar isn’t inherently messed up and twisted#‘why woULd aNYoNe CAre ABouT ceLEBritIEs’#ummm idk because they’re human beings And have you met human beings they can be so funny and fascinating and charming#No amount of fame or ego undoes that and sometimes it just makes it more tragic#and like. I say this as someone who has (largely) moved on from caring about celebrities the way that I used to#because like. I needed to. And I needed to grow up#and learn to love the people in my life the most#and to understand who that was#and that it WASn’t Emma stone#But like. I loved her truly and a part of my heart still does#anyway like. all of our lives/loves need to be purified in the Sacred Heart#that is just how it goes#and that is the only way to never lose them#Cc: that cs lewis quote about how only in loving Him more than them can we love them more than we now do etc. etc.#anyway I can’t remember my point but like oh yeah sometimes you love people from afar and they’re special to you and like THAT’s OKAY#like yeah yeah blah blah equal healthy relationships that go both ways where you are also seen and loved yeah yeah#it just annoys me though#Life is about learning how to love deeply and purely#and you only learn that by loving#Reality will teach you!!! when it’s off balance a little and needs to adjust !!!!!!!!#something will smack you in the face#But the act of love is never wasted#Okay I DO know what a parasocial relationship is (sort of) I just hate the rhetoric#Love the things you love with your WHOLE heart!!!! Give your WHOLE HEART to things!!!!!!!!! Yes it will get broken!!!!!! That’s okay!!!!!!!#Do not choose disdain!!!!!!!! Do not let anyone tell you you can’t love people or things YES YOU CAN
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guymaito · 2 years
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i have many opinions on character!grian that are only important to me (mainly hermitcraft grian cause it’s the current smp i’m watching n i, embarrassingly, never finished last life despite loving n finishing 3rd life)
#royal hearings#one of my opinions on c grian is pretty much just centered around how grian isn’t n never will under any circumstances be some random ass-#eldritch god from an smp that isn’t even a half pint related to hermitcraft#and it would be 100000000000000000000000x more realistic that he would be strictly human#and another opinion is centered around that realistically grian would not be a single half pint of skinny#c grian would be buff buff buff and more buff with a side of buff#even more so if he was an avian cause it takes some good ass strength (and pec strength) to not only have them attached to ur back but to-#fly with them as well#hes a builder and builders would not be single half pint of skinny. they would be buff from carrying around dozens if not hundreds of pounds#of stone. terracotta. cobblestone and shit so it literally be unavoidable for grian to stay skinny unless he stopped building completely#and if u like drawing grian as an avian then it would STILL be unavoidable for him to stay buff cause flying requires a shit ton of strength#ESPECIALLY PECTORAL STRENGTH SO REALISTICALLY AVIAN!GRIAN WOULD HAVE A LARGE SECOND SET OF PECS THAT ARE RIGHT UNDER HIS OTHER PECS#he would have a second set of pecs as well for reasons i can’t really remember so u gotta get back to me on that at a later date#neways like i said it would be completely unavoidable for avian!grian to stay skinny unless he completely gives up flying and lets his wing-#muscles become too weak for him properly fly#also to go with my opinion that centers around how grian wouldn’t be an eldritch god:#i highly doubt grian would make evosmp canon since evosmp hasn’t been around for nearly 4 full years (evo ended in dec.2018)#canon to hc i mean if that’s somehow not clear#if he wanted to make evo canon to hc then he should’ve made it canon around the time it originally ended. not a few years later#im not saying it’s /impossible/ cause iirc martyn made some type of evo lore canon#to ll n last life started 3ish(?) years after evo#i’m just saying it’s unlikely he’s gonna start making it canon to hc now#not impossible but unlikely#plus i think the stuff centered around the rift is just regular time warping/reality warping lore not evosmp lore#can u tell i’ve been thinking about this a lot#oak’s opinions
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iniziare · 1 year
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Tag drop: Guizhong (Genshin Impact), the love of my life and all of Liyue's.
#tag drop#i have been entirely lost to the aether called genshin impact. goodbye folks.#[ guizhong. ] wisdom is like water. it nourishes all those who receive it and in it; is a reflection of the truth.#[ guizhong / threads. ] after the goddess of dust was taken by the wind; the last glaze lily in guili plains withered away to dust in turn.#[ guizhong / inquiries. ] that her mechanical accomplishments were judged superior was one suspects; in large part to her sheer eloquence.#[ guizhong / visage. ] and because they are afraid; they try so hard to become more intelligent. this i understand.#[ guizhong / relevance. ] although she did not live to see the splendid sights of today; she was as much a hero as any other.#[ guizhong / meta. ] she was a visionary; tragically passed before her time. it gives cause for contemplation on what might have been.#[ guizhong / et cetera. ] we think of human life as a lantern that's lit one minute; extinguished the next. but are we adepti so different?#[ guizhong / humanity. ] they are so small; they know not when they will lose their lives to disaster or strife. and so they are afraid.#[ guizhong / guili plains. ] it takes every blade of grass and every flower to make a homeland.#[ guizhong / liyue. ] perhaps she will look at the liyue of today and steal a smile when she sees the prosperous land that it has become.#[ guizhong / sanctuary. ] “whether anyone tends to it these days; i do not know. -- alright then. that is where i shall go tomorrow.”#[ guizhong / mechanisms. ] in one's heart; i knew that she was indeed the superior talent in the mechanical arts.#[ guizhong / cleansing bell. ] though no substitute for human composers; they were yet capable of producing simple but fine melodies.#[ guizhong / glaze lily. ] to the gentle sound of their laughter and poetry; sparkling; glaze-like blue flowers began to burst into bloom.#[ guizhong / dyn: morax. ] what a silly notion: there was no formal contract between them.#[ guizhong / dyn: guili. ] she left one riddle: they say the wisdom of dust can soften a heart of stone. even if it takes a thousand years.#[ guizhong / dyn: streetward rambler. ] as for the story between her and streetward rambler; that begins with a certain bell...#[ guizhong / dyn: cloud retainer. ] we each had our ideals; and neither one of us would yield to the other.#[ guizhong / dyn: adepti. ] until the moon set and the sun rose; and only then would the banquet finally come to an end.#[ guizhong / v: pre-rule. ] a god whose dominion was over dust. and whose reach shrouded the skies for thousands of miles around.#[ guizhong / v: guili assembly. ] it's great to have it back but i want to go back to the world. and start with guili plains.#[ guizhong / v: archon war. ] they fought upon the guili plans; where black dust choked the heavens and a thousand rocks splintered.
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roguestorm · 2 years
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Cyborg (2016) isn't, overall, a very good comic, but it does something I think is quite interesting. It establishes (and if this has been established in previous comics, let me know!) that Cyborg can separate parts of his consciousness and they will act in his stead - he does this by uploading part of his "artificial intelligence" to a little device and then the device can speak for him or spy for him or project a hologram of him. He can then reintegrate the memories from these devices. This, in a way, raises a lot of the same questions that Jamie Madrox's dupes do. Unfortunately, those issues are not the ones the comic wants to investigate.
The comic is so invested in the question of Victor's humanity, but it examines this almost entirely through the question of Victor's body: Is he still human if half of his body is a robot? This is a sort of ridiculous question because the answer is yes, obviously. People with prostheses or people who depend on technology to survive are still human. The far more interesting question is the question of Vic's mind and consciousness. What does it mean that he can splinter himself into multiple consciousnesses? What does it mean that he can detach his selfhood from his body? Is he still human if he can process data at speeds no human can possibly understand? The comic revels in the possibilities of Victor's computer mind but never seems to implicate them in the question of humanity and sentience and selfhood - it uses them as cool accessories without seeming to understand how critical they are to the thematic questions that the book claims to want to investigate.
The place where I feel the comic gets the question of humanity most right is a scene in a jazz club, where Victor's friend takes him to experience live and improvised music. The comic itself takes a page entirely without words, because the point is the experience of it. Obviously, this has no bearing on Victor's body, but it does realign his mind more towards humanity - the recognition of the pleasure of being in the moment (rather than analyzing and re-analyzing everything) and the pleasure of genuinely connecting with other people, both the jazz performer and the friend who took him to the club. This scene happens in the first issue and gestures at the importance of human connection and taking responsibility for the city, two themes that get lost in the ensuing issues, as Cyborg tangles with one robotic or digital bad guy every issue and repeatedly wonders if he's even human, without clarifying what it is that makes him question that so strongly.
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ssaalexblake · 2 years
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I finished pugsley’s ears, and now it’s just the forehead. 
“just” the forehead
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mariocki · 2 years
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Infinite list of favourite lyrics: 217/?
O. V. Wright - Everybody Knows (The River Song) (1965)
"I am so miserable,
I am so tired.
Oh, I just sit on the Mississippi River
And watch the fish swim by.
My life is so confused,
But I don't wanna die;
I wanna go to heaven,
But I'm scared to fly."
#favourite lyrics#o. v. wright#everybody knows#everybody knows (the river song)#roosevelt jamison#m. j. keep#(if it is) only for tonight#1965#wright is a fairly new discovery for me but is currently featuring pretty heavily in my day to day playlist#finding out a little more about this song was something of a challenge; I'd taken it for perhaps a traditional song#perhaps even a spiritual with links to pre american civil war black folk music; apparently not bc this is credited to Keep and Jamison#Jamison was a manager and songwriter who discovered Wright and was largely responsible for his career success‚ writing most of his early#singles including notable hit That's How Strong My Love Is (better knownbin cover versions by Otis Redding and the Rolling Stones)#Wright and Jamison parted company somewhat acrimoniously later in the decade and it's fair to say that neither was quite as successful#without the other. m j keep is more mysterious; digging around online reveals only a single songwriting credit to that name‚ which is this#one. it could always be a pen name i suppose‚ or perhaps a person known to Jamison who helped with the composition; it's pretty useless to#wonder tho bc I'm unlikely to find out much more. wright himself isn't that well remembered today‚ although his work is sometimes sampled#by hiphop artists‚ and some later bigger artists would name him as an influence. it's understandable; the man had an incredible voice#a rich and emotive delivery which really sells the depth of pain that makes for a great blues song but without ever becoming too much#there's a touch of humour too (the opening lines particularly)#but there's something very simple and very beautiful about those final two lines I've quoted#some great insight into the human experience#wright struggled with addiction and criminal charges in later life which certainly hurt his career#he died‚ much too young‚ in 1980
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