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The Eyes of the Storm pt1
It was anarchy. Pure and utter pandemonium around her as the screams and thunder continued to ring in her ears. Blackness was all she could see as there was no moonlight to guide them on this tragic night. Shapes of bodies or possibly just limbs, scattered all around her. The only time the horrific scene on the ship was visible was when lighting crackled along the skyline. Showcasing the bodies and destruction of wreckage among them. In a fetal position she brought her knees closer to her soaking wet chest,rocking herself softly, humming to block out the sounds. Desperate to escape this nightmare of a reality. 
 The day had started off so lovely, bright and merry. Surrounded by her father, friends and other surviving crew members of the 4 month long journey so far. “Not a cloud in the sky today tulip!” Her father’s smile wide across his face. Excitement sparkled in his eyes, only to die out forever not even 12 hours later. It was all tainted, the lovely memories with her father adventuring and studying of the cultures around the world before she began her first season in London. 
Lightning cracked once again, only to be followed by a large boom of thunder. The winds began to pick up more, waves growing larger and larger. Kate could no longer balance herself on the broken hull of the ship. As the worsening  storm pounded against her body and the ship, she began to experience her actions and choices as if she were watching herself do it. Observing like an outsider while fully aware this was her. She saw herself stumbling to find a lifeboat, gasping for breath with each burst of lighting through the clouds,  dragging her hopefully just unconscious friends into the boat. Searching for her Fathers body. Feeling the warmth of her tears as the only way to separate them from the rain drenching her face. Floating back down to her body & mind as she started rowing the lifeboat away from the sinking ship. One final giant burst of lighting illuminating the sky as she, Kathani Sharma, a young lady now orphaned at 17, rowed away from her past, starting her new chapter of womanhood at that moment.
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ovytia-art · 1 year
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Did two for ‘Electric Core AU’ because I didn’t like my sketch once I got started working on it more. These are both kinda meh for me, but I’m at least learning how to drawing lighting better?
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bonefall · 28 days
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So, your Clear Sky post is absolutely horrifying, but it was very needed, so thank you. What are your general thoughts on tackling his abuse for the AU? Like you've said, pretending he's a good guy is not the way to go, but are you planning on toning down *some* of the situations, just to give some of the cats a break? Clear Sky is a very realistic depiction of abusers, but that seems to come across even without victim number 25, yknow? I'm very curious about how you'd like to go about this.
My most recent big change was bringing Slash back into the fold, because I realized that it was actually a disservice to not address where DOTC's themes dip into Colonialism. It's a hard topic, and I'm still trying to work out the details, but I realized it was important.
With how BB!DOTC is such a MASSIVE overhaul, to properly address abuse and the ways it impacts you, ableism and its violence, and xenophobia broadly, a huge reworking of Slash belonged here too. He's one of the greatest examples of how badly WC demonizes non-Clanborn cats. I shouldn't dance around it.
That's what I need to do with Skystar.
MANY of his victims have happier endings than canon, though. Bumble is one of the most famous, bumped up into a major character and directly responsible for the formation of ThunderClan. Bright Storm is taking most of Gray Wing's roles. Birch and Alder are getting examined, with either a father who wants his kids back or Milkweed as the mate of Misty.
A lot of people will die because of him, even more will be hurt, but I see BB!DOTC as a story about victims and survivors.
Others might grab POVs here and there, but as a response to canon which I feel is Clear Sky's story told in many parts, I center this rewrite around Thunder Storm. The path of kindness he marches down, with love and with anger, and the people he helps.
So BB!Star Flower...
Previously I was playing her as ENTIRELY just manipulating Clear Sky. She was loyal to One Eye and trying to get at Skystar to bleed him dry for 8 lives to sacrifice; but connected to Thunderstar over recognizing him as a victim who deserves her idea of justice. So, she offers Thunderstar the final kill, so her father will be grateful to him and he'll get power AND the death of his abuser.
(When Thunderstar looks upon Skystar, pathetic and neutralized down to one life, he thinks about the collateral damage that will descend upon the forest if he accepts the deal. He decides that he has found the line between Justice and Justification. Of course he wants the power to make his enemies cower, protect his people, and eliminate Clear Sky so he never threatens them again; that's not the problem.
He can still do these things. He wouldn't NEED the power of a war god to do so.
But if One Eye returns, he will be endlessly hungry, ruthlessly dedicated to revenge, and set out to devour the whole forest. Everything would get worse, and even more people he loves would die. It's where his desire to destroy a monster would lead to him BECOMING one.)
Even on its face, it was previously missing an element. There's a step between "Starf decides to bring One Eye back" and "Starf offers Thunderstar the final kill" that was bare. This is the piece that was missing-- That she, herself, is trying to reach out to the only person who's ever really understood her.
But more importantly... I do feel this topic belongs here, in BB!DOTC. Abuse is a MAJOR theme. SKYSTAR is a monster already. He's harmed two wives in BB (Bright Storm and Falling Cry) and played toxic games with all three kits (Thunder Storm, Pale Sky, Tiger Sky).
And I'd avoid Star Flower being abused... why? Because it's uncomfortable to confront the pattern that Clear Sky displays? That in-canon, he tries to cut all his victims into the same ideal shape, from Storm to Thunder to Star Flower? ...it should be uncomfortable. Everything that I described in Clear Sky Is A Monster is rooted in the same desire for control, power, and punishment most abusive people share, he just happens to be a severe example.
Yes. That includes how he treats his child and romantic partners. The parallels that are drawn between Starf and Thunder are there because he wants power in the form of obedience. Starf replaces the son as a narrative award for his "growth" of not killing random people anymore for a while.
A cookie cutter is an effective tool because IT ONLY MAKES ONE SHAPE.
You know what's more uncomfortable? Reading canon!DOTC and seeing someone who hurt you reflected almost perfectly in the character the writers think did nothing wrong. Because of "good intentions" that were not there.
I will say though, just to be clear; I don't see a purpose in being more than PG-13 about serious topics for this project. I promise none of my intentions have changed. Nothing will be more graphic or gorey than canon WC-- just more intentional.
I'm keeping the sacrifice because it's dope. No one is taking this from me. Girl Moment: Killed her awful husband 8 times to count as 8 sacrifices and offered the last life to her buddy as a show of good will. How else do you make friends outside of high school
But I know now that Star Flower NEEDS to keep the canon fact she has very little agency, UNTIL that moment she snaps.
She's sacrificing one abuser to try and bring back a bigger, badder one, because in spite of everything, her father One Eye always made her feel safe. Even though he promised her off to Skystar, and expected her to be willing to die for him. She's followed every command, every order, past the death of his mortal vessel.
The first, and only, selfish choice she's ever made was in reaching out to Thunderstar to offer him the power of her father.
Thunderstar's Justice is a story about a Thunder Storm at the pinnacle of his arc, how the survivors of his Clan are settling into the new normal after the carnage of The First Battle, how Skystar's arrogance brings a violent god to the Forest... and the connection Thunderstar makes with the daughter of a monster.
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AU where Jason doesn't come back and attack Tim, and the Batfam doesn't know he is alive, but he still becomes a villain
*pre-batfam knows Jason is alive*
Batman and Tim/Robin: *storm into an out-of-town building with bad guys*
Bad guy: Oh my god, you're-
Batman, used to it: I am Batman
Bad Guy: Jace's dad
Batman, visibly confused: Jace?
Another bad guy: oh god, you're right, that is Jay Jay's dad, hold on, let me facetime him really quick *pulls out his phone*
The phone: hey, what's up? Finally got the money to pay me?
Bad guy: dude, it's like 50 grand, we're working on it, so chill, but guess who we're with right now?
*Batman rushing up behind them so he can see Jason*
The phone: it better be someone pretty important, you guys interrupted me while I was reading.
Bad guy: *moves to the side so Jason can see Batman as Robin starts to climb into frame to see him too*
Jason: B? What are you- OH MY GOD, DID YOU REALLY GET ANOTHER ROBIN? Wait a minute, Larry, call me privately, I wanna talk to you *ends FaceTime*
Batman: I want that number right now. Give it to me RIGHT NOW
*phone rings, "JJ" pops up on the screen*
Bad guy, holding up a finger to tell Batman to hold on: *picks it up* no we're not in Gotham, he came here to us- no, no, I'm sorry, we forgot you haven't told him- well I-
Batman takes the phone: how dare you pretend to be my dead son, I don't know what kind of ploy or game you're getting at-
Jason: Jesus Bruce, you're so dramatic. Dont worry, I haven't told any of them your identity, or even my last name so they can't piece it together, they just think Batman is my dad, so I'm not gonna sully the family name or whatever
Bruce: that's not-
Jason: Little women are getting into some big problems over here so I'm gonna let you go. Bye B. *Hangs up*
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an-au-blog · 3 months
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Oh, your love is sunlight
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Happy (late) Valentine's Day (version without text ↓ +description in tags)
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#east blue asylum wing au#zosan#zoro x sanji#zs#first off if its bad quality - it's a huge canvas and it's more pixelated if i try to export the picture than if I screenshot so... :/#I sometimes like assigning songs to different dynamics and or characters I play around with and I've been recently listening to#a lot of Hozier again and I'd like to think that Sunlight is how Zoro sees Sanji - he is Icarus flying to the sun and he is willing to get#burned if only to reach the sunlight - it's a deathtrap... because of course it is... all attachments are but Sanji's love is the death tra#that he welcomes like a moth to a flame because even Icarus felt the bliss and freedom before his wax melted#I haven't depicted it here but Sanji's Hozier song for Zoro would probably be NFWMB because in his eyes Zoro is this untouchable force#that would watch the world go up in flames and when the time Sanji wouldn't mind being a tree just to fuel his fire (im well aware how#cheesy that sounds just bare with me... or better yet listen to the song its really good trust me ok?)#the world starts and ends with him and where they lay#and their shared Hozier song is Francesca because if anything in this au zosan are two lovers stuck in Dante's inferno and sprinting back i#only for the chance to get back to their lover and if that meant going back into hell to look for each other then so be it#there's a part of the song that goes “My life was a storm / Since I was born / How could I fear any hurricane?” which is pretty fitting imo#op#fan art#my art
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uncaught-coolfish · 1 year
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ever after
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anemoarchonhoe · 1 year
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First is does the little one have a name cause my thoughts be that either they (btw I use they/them term for the little one for now) have a name close related to winds or music? And also do venti and eos reader have them during current game timeline or back then cause honestly I do kinda imagine the little baby was there when certain nameless bard.
Please meet Satanael, Barbatos' only son.
"My name is Nemo, though...!"
This little one's true name is Satanael, but you also gave it a mortal name "Nemo", when it was born. Totally not derived from "anemo", and totally not because the orange lines on its outfit reminded you of the clown fish on a certain movie.
That's totally not the case.
The child's pronouns are he/they/it. The child doesn't particularly care much about gender norms. As far as the wisp is concerned, it is simply a "special breeze" born from the union of two deities. At least, that's what Mama told him!
Satanael... or rather, Nemo, was first created 500 years after Venti becomes the archon of freedom and marries you, ascending you to godhood in the process. Created, because you don't possess the reproductive organs that humans have due to being a former elemental monster, unlike Venti, who perfectly replicated the body of his deceased friend thanks to his gnosis. While your ascension to godhood through marriage with an archon allowed you to finally gain a human form, it's not perfect, and lacks a certain organ needed to produce a child. So you and Venti decided to experiment by combining both of your elemental powers to create a living being. If ascending anemo produces crystalflies and descending anemo creates anemo slimes, then wouldn't it be possible to make a being quite similar to both of yourselves through that logic, by create a powerful surge of anemo enough to bring a new elemental being to life?
However, all it managed to create is a powerful ball of anemo that needed to be immediately contained. This is where the story of Barbatos' breath came from. It's not inside a bottle like Diluc thought, it was contained within your body in hopes that you could one day give it an "ego"... a soul, one day.
The opportunity came during the cataclysm, hundreds of years after the initial attempt. You and Dvalin, with Venti's supporting winds, deal a devastating blow to Durin that ultimately defeated it. While Dvalin and Venti had to go to a forced hibernation in order to recuperate, you miraculously remained unscathed by Durin's poison and was able to get near enough to make contact with him as he lays dying in Vindagnyr, soon to be Dragonspine.
"I know you're not evil, dark dragon. So I wish to give you another chance." You told Durin, floating near his head and staring directly in its eyes that's slowly glossing over.
"Would you like to become my child?"
It does its best to look at you, opening its mouth, only able to draw out a pathetic gurgle. Yes, yes! Alas, its throat has been torn by Dvalin's razor sharp teeth, so it could only gurgle its answer before drawing its last breath.
But you understood, so with your divine power, took Durin's soul before it could seep through the leylines and fused it with the massive power you contained within you. And when you released it from your nexus, your Storm Eye... Out came your divine child.
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You smiled, holding the newborn wisp on your cupped hands after giving your green ribbon to tie around his neck. He looks up at you.
Then begins to hover.
What a shame that Venti has to wait another 500 years to meet his child.
Thank you @/wheatcak3 for drawing Nemo aaaaaa. Please follow her uwu.
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loz-stormseye · 9 months
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Rito things
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Finally to the Rito. A majestic race, but extremely divided. Originally, they were all in the same clan, however this never lasted, causing a massive split between those of the different species.
In the main Rito clan, stealing is forbidden and sharing is a foreign concept- everything is for each Rito and all are secretive and keep to themselves, except for when it is Thursday, where many flock together to hunt. Teamwork is a little hard as communication isnt commonplace, and each Rito tends to show off (as pictured above!). Kills are taken back, with meat split equally, and produce is bought or foraged for by each individual.
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However, once a year the Rito get together for the free-diving ceremony, where young couples (or strangers put up together) dive together to test their mettle. Couples who get through this stage are said to be dive-mates and are allowed within the clan to live together in their own perch, or are at least allowed to start constructing their own perch for two.
In other Rito clans, sharing is more commonplace, and communication is vital, since there are less members on average. There tends to be no leaders, as each member helps themselves and others, and no external clan would ever rejoin the base since their values are so different.
Thankfully, if rival clan Rito ever cross paths, it is usally cordially as the universal rule of never killing other Rito has always been accepted by every Rito there is.
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Rito "perches" are wooden constructions generally hung from an overhanging cliff, or a dug into reinforced hollow of a mountain. Rito are quite good carpenters, but the masters are few and far between. It is said that the Rito have an innate desire to build these type of nests, and none require any instructions. Nesting material is found from kills, trees and other family member's feathers.
Oraments hung from the base of the hanging nests are vital since they are a form of identification, as every Rito's nest is technically sacred ground in their eyes. Others must always be invited in.
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Interestingly, Rito are capable of utilising and finding dye, having been able to process the toxic Wither into dye capable of not taking over the user. Fashion dictates that a long neck be covered in many many accessories and most Rito adore collections and shiny items.
It is not unusual to find monster parts incorporated into their clothes, since they pick up items left on the ground. If you leave an item unattended too long near an outskirt clan, beware!
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Althought Rito are renowned for their archery prowess, a normal role is guardian of the Rito, which requires a ceremonious clipping of the wings. These Rito are generally very tall for a Rito, and heavily set (or otherwise unable to fly normally). They wear thickset, strong armour with a bow for luck, and cover their wings to the best of their ability. Most noticable is the clawed gauntlets each wear, whichcan tear through metal and even harm rock, though they will become blunted.
Guardians of the Rito wield heavy claymore-like weapons, which are not exactly claymores since they are technically swords in their sheaths. In their normal form, they can deal a lot of damange in smashing damage, but can become broken or unsheathed to reveal a much lighter sword which additionally has a wind strike.
They also have a smaller knife, for extra protection, although it is more seen as a lucky talisman, since it is the same knife that they recieve upon their first hunting excursion (around 6 years old in human terms).
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Finally, seers. Seers are said to be the mute ancestors of the Loftwings which have since been almost extinct. They have no mouth, and are treated with respect but also fear. Though sign-language they can tell great and terrible prophecies which tend to fill the audience with dread. There is a seer in every clan, but they cannot reproduce. A seer is born into a bloodline when a baby hatches to the blood moon.
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spuffyarchive · 9 months
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The Blue Eye of the Storm by MaggieLaFey [NC-17]
Instead of the Scythe, what Buffy finds under the vineyard is a portal to another dimension. Spike has followed her there, and it’s the two of them that will cross the portal… and remain trapped on the other side for far longer than they’d expected. What will happen when the two of them—plus a local guide—are away from the stress of Chez Summers? Will they find some peace in the eye of the storm?
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hoebatos · 1 year
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OLDER VENTI???????????? Oh my god? Ughhhh older Venti knowing that he is your weakness, and teasing you to no end for it....i kind of hc that the archons can change smaller parts of their appearance at will, so maybe he allows himself to age a bit more and to gain a few inches of height? And looooooves teasing you for "how much shorter you are" than him
This ask was sent to me before I even came up with Eye of the Storm!Reader AU and now I can't stop brainrotting about this but with the AU.
Laughing at myself with how so far off the mark the thing I've written for this ask. But it's my birthday today so whateveeerrrr.
Self indulgent.
Minors do not read nor interact.
Please consider buying me a kofi?: anemoarchonhoe
Imagine Venti shifts into an older form, ready to be the tall one for once, but when he pins you to the wall and LOOKS UP at you, he realizes that even though he's now 6-7 foot something, you're still towering over his form.
His smirk falls when he remembers you're standing at 12 foot tall, his jaw falling slightly, and any teasing remarks that he has already formed suddenly vanishes from his mind.
"What's wrong?" you asked him then after a moment of silence, flipping your positions so that now he's the one against the wall. The whimper that came from him is the sexiest sound you've heard out of all the other ones he let out before. "Cat got your tongue?"
You pressed a leg against his now growing hard-on, earning a gasp from him, and he started to grind against you for sweet friction and relief. "Please, please...."
He doesn't know what he is asking for, but at the same time he does. He simply can't form any coherent thought under your intense gaze.
So when you kneel before him, taking off both his pants and underwear at once, he breathes a sigh of relief... that turned into a loud curse when you suddenly swallow his manhood down to your throat whole without warning.
"W-Windblume, wait—" you sucked and he keens, his hand flying to grip your hand. "I-I don't want you to hurt yourself! S-slow... slow down..."
You simply hum as you begin to bob your head. You're a monster, so he really shouldn't worry about your gag reflex. You need air and his cock, but not both at the same time. You can feel yourself becoming aroused yourself, but you forgo your own needs to grip at Venti's waist to pull him closer, and thus shove his cock further down.
Venti sobbed in pleasure as you relentlessly deepthroated him, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. You're an absolute monster, literally and figuratively, and he loves you for it. When you sucked again, he finally loses it and begins to fuck your mouth without mercy, making you moan as you continue to please him.
"So, so good, Windblume. My love, my everything. You take me so well. Aaah..."
You groaned, taking his merciless thrusting. Your beloved archon using you for his own pleasure, you feel fulfilled as both his lover and worshipper, so you double your efforts by meeting his enthusiastic thrusting with harsher sucks and moans.
Venti reaches his peak and howls, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull and he coats your throat with his cum. You eagerly drink and swallow a that he had to offer you, and give him one last suck and a few licks to clean his cock from his cum.
Venti feels his legs shake from the sheer pleasure you graced his with. He looks down at your disheveled appearance and thinks you still look divine.
"Now, I'm not such a cruel god that I'd just leave my beloved to take care of their own needs." He pulls you up and against him, kissing you needily and quietly notes that he can taste himself on your tongue. He's aroused again before he knew it.
"Come now, the night is still young, love. You've done me a great service. Let me return your undying devotion.
...Allow me to love you without restraint tonight."
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ghostlycoze · 9 months
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Finally decided to share this little guy now that I've properly finished his design! Didn't really think I'd post my ocs but here's a couple of the lads :D
Retyping the notes in case my handwriting is too messy (and some elaboration):
Ever Changing Fates (he/him)
Aka the god who went "Wow, being a little carefree slugcat seems like a nice life... Wait."
- Dubious little creature <3
- Worm off the string w/ scug colony and messengers
- Wears basically a fancy jumpsuit (top and flowy pants are connected, the diamond piece in the middle is part of a funky belt/sash). Gets altered a bit after leaving his can. Shit is a tripping hazard.
- Has soft ear-like case on antennae. Headpattable. (Yes, he purrs)
- Tail: Neurons and slugcat food storage.
- Fun fact: this dude is tiny lmao like 5'0 (it's projection)
White scug:
Light Refracted, Countless Hues
- "White lizard"
- Camoflague, can change colour on command.
- Black tongue, grabs batflies
- Big tail
Black scug:
Without a Trace, Spined Silouhette
- "Mole lizard"
- Blends in dark
- kind of blind (particularly in the light)
- Little whiskers everywhere + fluff
- Possibly has an ability like hazers (ink/smoke screen) to survive outside of Shaded Citadel (or other dark places, considering this iterator probably is nowhere near the local group)
- Big ears. Helps them navigate, along with the whiskers (might make the front ones longer for that reason)
I've been writing a bit about this trio (and two other characters, who my friend made with me), miiiight share some of it or, if I can motivate myself to draw more, I could try to make some little comic scenes for them. Your classic worm-off-the-string type, just two iterators going feral and going on some wild adventures.
Fates' whole thing is basically just. Gave up on godhood and finding a way to die when he realised how happy the simple lives of the slugcats were (probably met Gourmand at some point, though I don't know if that's possible. Fates' local group hasn't fully been designed, but I imagine them to be a neighbouring group to FP's, so maybe they might have met some of the scugs!), and decided to start a project to find a way to adapt himself, disconnect from his can, and join the scugs.
With........ Some minor issues in the experimentation and detachment process, he succeeded! With two lizard-inspired scugs on either side, this dumbass stumbled out of his can and now roams free!
Where's he going? Who knows! Maybe visiting his local group, maybe even travelling to FP's group, or just avoiding iterators all together. His lore is very loose and flexible, but it gives room to mess around with!
Anyways enough of me rambling lmao, though feel free to ask anything ab them if y'all would like :)
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whispereons · 2 years
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Control
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Despite your lack of lungs it felt like you were suffocating.
In this Eye of storm you were thrown all around as it ate away at your energy.
'Stop fighting already'
Your nerves shot up at the voice in your mind.
'Give in and join us. Being consumed is your only option'
Slowly the Eye of storm ate away on your body and mind as you gradually lost yourself in the void.
This can't be the end. You refuse to accept this as your end. Biding your time you focused on defending your sanity as almost all the energy you gathered was stolen from you.
'You have no-' not letting it finish, you attached yourself to the mental link that let it communicate with you.
'Let go of me this instant you insol-' doing your best to block out its voice you tugged yourself weakly toward the end of the link.
Your mind was strong but this body wasn't. The abuse you suffered early was taking its toll and this body was failing on you.
Just a little more.
Just a little longer.
Just a little bit closer.
Soon enough this body came to a full stop and no matter how much you effort you put in it wouldn't move.
Pain filled your mind and threatened to overcome you so as a last ditch effort you called out.
"Help... Help me set you free."
Then a familiar sense of emotion entered your woozy mind. It was a small sad emotional energy. But that was all it took for the rest to flock toward you.
With renewed strength you continued pushing and soon enough that inky darkness had a bright teal energy in the middle.
'Stay away from me! Don't come any closer!" That low, calm voice became squeaky and fearful as you crawled closer.
The closer you got the stronger resistance you faced. The helpful anemo energy were stolen and brought back in like a tide leaving your mind drained.
Happiness, sadness, anger, fear and so much more were shoved in your mind before leaving you empty. You could only do your best to ignore it and focus on the task at hand.
"Don't give up"
"It'll never work"
"So close...!"
"It hurts"
"STOP FIGHTING"
"We're here with you"
"I want to give up"
"Never give up!"
Conflicting voices were drowning out the main voice as stared at your main goal. Some whispered like a gentle wind while others howled and whipped so similar to when you were falling...when was that?
You could hardly believe your eyes when the main core was in front of you. With one last push you shoved yourself right into the main core.
All the voices and emotions faded from you as only one thing came to mind.
Despair
That familiar feeling brought your past life's memories to mind.
'You're so dumb. Putting yourself directly into here as if you could defeat me.'
It echoed around the core and the emotion showed a hidden side.
'Out there you could have killed me and took over my position. All those energies would have been under your control...'
Shame
Did it really think you were weak enough to fall prey to those emotions again?
'Yet you would rather face off against me in here. A battle of brain and mental fortitude. Are you stupid or arrogant?'
A beat passed as it waited for you to raise to the bait.
Scoffing it finished 'No matter, this ends now'
That wreckless wrath Eye of storms were known for was at the forefront of your mind as the core heated up.
It rushed to consume you and the moment it touched you the battle was over.
The past few days were busy.
After defeating the old owner, you took over the Eye of storm body. Of course, the first thing you did was release all the trapped anemo energies. It may have shrunken you down to the normal size of an Eye of storm, but you still held a lot of power.
Unlike the anemo body which was unstable and hard to control this body was comfortable and sturdy. You could even compare it to your human body.
Unfortunately, you now know first-hand how inconvenient not having hands are.
Sight, smell, touch, and even hearing felt like a new feature to learn all over again.
Of course the fastest way to get acquainted with your body was to practice! Starting from simple movements you slowly worked your way up to the more complex forms like positioning the green rugged pieces around your core.
Soon enough you started to mix and match the pieces for the fun of it. There was an undeniable feeling of nostalgic as spotty memories of your childhood self played with legos that you were never allowed to have.
Awakening yourself out of those memories you jumped into the most anticipated part of your training.
Elemental Power!
Little winds that propelled you into the air became winds harsh enough to enclose the area around you.
Gaping in awe at the new power you now held, you eagerly set off to test it out. All this time you limited yourself to the area where Mondstadt would be built in fear of hurting someone accidentally but confident in your training you discarded those anxieties.
Yet just as you were about to leave, you frowned. There was another reason right? Lack of practice wouldn't be the only reason you would confine yourself to your safe area.
Were you forgetting something?
Deciding to just keep extra awareness of your surroundings, you sped off to explore and test out your limits.
It was hard to keep track of time. The lack of clock became a problem after the 3rd? Or 5th sundown after you realized that you lost track of time.
At this point you explored quite of bit of… what was place called again? This is Man-no Mondstadt but this certain part with crystalflies and fertile soil seemed familiar, especially that ledge that spread closer to the north.
But it felt like multiple important things were missing!
Sighing you floated aimlessly as you tried to gather your jumbled thoughts.
You lived as Y/n, a human, that was reincarnated as a anemo energy and eventually an Eye of storm(eos) in the extremely popular game Genshin that you had an obsession with... for some reason.
Just thinking back to the word "Genshin" spurred happiness in you yet something was still off. You were forgetting something big and important.
A rustle in a bush sent you on alert as you stopped and waited for whatever it was to pop out.
Out came 2 crimson foxes that quickly ran away from you.
Over the past week(?) you honestly didn't need to fight much. One of the perks of being a eos was that no vision holders would try to farm you. Who would hunt down a eos to have less than 1% chance of getting a single artifact than all the other far more convent ways.
But at the end of the day you were still a 'dangerous' monster so whenever you encountered a human they still tried to kill you.
It made for good practice at least. You usually just rough them up for a bit then ditch once they couldn't run.
Just as you were about to continue your nonexistent path you heard a new sound.
Plop, plop, BOOM
Easy enough to recognize it as slimes but the lighter yet somewhat familiar sound that drew your attention.
"C'mon I just wanted- OH! OH NO-"
A high pitched twinkling and voice suddenly came a lot clearer as something small and fuzzy barreled into you.
Time seemed to freeze as you took in the sight of white cloaked anemo whisp with blue wings that made a twinkling sound with each beat of it's wings.
Warmth, and something foreign, strong, and wonderful filled your soul to the brim as you could only stare in amazement at it.
The moment was broken as a handful of slime came out of the same direction the whisp did. (So so familiar, it's at the tip of your tongu-)
Instantly the whisp took cover behind you and pleaded, "Please, please help me! I don't actually own anything to repay you but I've got a pretty good set of pipes!"
The slime gang drew closer as you froze at his voice (Venti, but he's not Venti yet, he's still a whisp.)
With a nervous laugh he huddled himself closer to your core and spotty memories become clear as the situation finally dawned on you.
"Deal."
With a lazy wave you sent the whole group of slimes into the air and turned your attention to Whispti.
Whispti's eyes alone conveyed his shock as he watched the slime fly farther and farther away until out of sight.
Comically he looked at you, then the slimes out of sight then back at you. The silence left you uneasy, maybe even he found you too intimidating...
"That was AMAZING!"
Huh?
"You're an eos holding that much power yet able to stay perfectly calm!"
Seemenly vibrating in excitement he continued to gush about how cool that was and how talented you are.
Embarrassment filled you as you could only dryly reply "Thanks."
Taking your social awkwardness in stride he happily giggled as he floated to rest on a stone. Following his lead you floated down to rest gently on the grass and tried to keep your bashfulness at bay as you watched your favorite character in his cutest form.
"As promised I will sing you a song for saving me." After clearing his throat he stopped to say, "And if it isn't as good as you want then I'll tell you some info to make up for it."
It made sense that he wasn't as sure of his talent before he became Barbatos but hearing him talking in such a self-conscious way wasn't something you were just going to let slide.
Carefully you moved one lego piece and patted his head. Gathering up as much social skills you had and replied in a soothing(?) way, "I like you already, you don't owe me, I genuinely want to hear your song. Plus I have a feeling your voice is as w-wonderful as your personality."
Lack of facial features don't stop you from noticing the blissful and smug look on his face as he replies, "What was that last part, I don't think I heard it~"
Your core heated up a bit as the rugged lego pieces spun around displaying your flustered state.
HIs giggles turned into chuckles and you couldn't resist the puff of air that may or may not have been laughter.
Retracking your lego piece from Whispti's head he pouts for a second before happily talking, "I'm not strong enough to earn a name yet but after that impressive display of power I'm sure you have one. So please tell me so that I can dedicate this song to you."
Most monsters and elementals don't have a name but most didn't have a past life to recall.
"My name is Y/n, I don't really understand the correlation between power and a name but can I call you Whispti?"
Whispti brighten up considerable at the name you chose.
"Of course! Whispti is perfect! When someone officially gives you a name they give power with it, saying that you'll 'call' me Whispti is the usually cheat route us elementals take. You can be granted many names and each comes with it's own set of power. Ah but if you change form that past name will no longer 'officially' apply."
With such a clear explanation you nodded seriously as you set that info aside with full intentions to utilize it later.
Once Whispti felt your full attention on him again he winked as he announced.
"Thank you Y/n for saving me from a group of viscous slimes, that would most certainly destroy frail, cute me. And as such I dedicate this song to you!"
Hearing your name from him sent a buzz of excitement as Whispti began with a pleasant tune.
That little tune goes in sync with the rustling wind and before you know it he's singing. You could only entertain this scenario in fiction so the situation happening left you dizzy from happiness.
Instead of it being a solo with lyrics, he utilizes his anemo energy to mimic piano's of different note range to create a beautiful melody.
Its only in the middle do you realize where this song is from.
Hymn of the Pearl
It's always Venti who narrates the story but you had no idea that the song was his own creation nor that he created it before he was Barbatos.
The song was short and sweet and over before you knew it. Dramatically Whispti bowed awaiting your feedback.
"I enjoyed hearing that very much, thank you. If I could clap I would."
Wincing at your cold voice you added the last comment in hopes to lighten it.
Bubbly laughter spilled from Whispti as he flew around your core in excitement. You on the other hand were having trouble breathing with your favorite person in the universe paying so much attention to you.
Suddenly he stopped so very close to your core and whispered, "Thank you for your praise my muse. Surely you could spare me a few moments of your time to accompany me on a date, hmm?"
Heat flared up inside you like a lighter in a pool of gasoline.
Yup, this was how you were going to die.
The only sound that you could muster was an unholy combination of your excitement and embarrassment.
Venti, the love of your previous and current life has just asked you out within your first meeting.
Is this fate's way of making it up to you for killing you so unexpectedly?
Snickers of 'cute, so so cute' sounded all around you as you could only mumble out a "Yes, please…"
Going on a date with Whispti was even more amazing than you could ever dream.
In fact you spent the next week just traveling around Mondstadt with him. This was undoubtedly the happiest days in both your life's.
Whispti, Barbatos, and Venti were all different and you loved every version of him.
Whispti soft giggles and excitable demeanor charmed you instantly and it was almost too easy to give in. Despite your cold and awkward moments he took them in stride, never failing to make you feel comfortable. You were glad you arrived in time to see this side of him before he becomes Barbatos.
Barbatos was his more solemn and serious side that earned your worship admiration. You scoured the internet and game for as much info about him and you were not disappointed.
So what if he isn't the stereotypical ruler? Karmic debt and tataragami plagued Liyue and Inazuma yet Mondstadt was free of any gods remains. Maybe he planned ahead of time or actively gets rid of it (by himself since the other winds don't seem to deal with that.) either way it shows how he took care of Mondstadt and steps in when he's truly needed.
Venti was his first form you saw him in and the first person to make you feel love. It was strange to deal with such a strong and strange emotion but every lighthearted teasing remark and coy smile made you fall deeper and deeper.
His true self was a combination of all his identities, it was only his form that brought out certain traits more then others. You loved him.
All those poems, songs, and stories about love made sense as you quietly admired and listened to Whispti talk about his travels in the other regions.
"I was coming back with the rest of the whisps but it was soooo boring so I decided to wander off." Feeling your disbelieving stare he hastily defended himself.
"Hey, don't give me that look! I swear it was just for minute, how was I supposed to know those slimes would chase me around for that long?!"
"I don't blame them too much, you look like a toy."
"Oh, really? What kind?"
"A chew toy."
Letting out the fakest gasp ever he looked straight at you and asked seriously, "Am I a cute one at least?"
Doing your best to keep cool you replied, "The cutest one."
Twinkling laughter spilled out as Whispti zoomed around you. Finally he landed on top of your core and got comfortable as he commented, "Someone's gotten bold~ Ah, don't take that the wrong way through! I enjoy it far more than you know."
A comfortable silence ensued and after a brief debate you sadly spoke your throughts.
"You'll have to go back to your group soon right? Your job of being an informant for Decarabian isn't something you can just quit after all. Especially since you have such a high position that requires you to report directly to him. And I can't go with you…"
It was stupid to feel sad.
Entering Old Mondstadt was something important for the plot. How else could he meet the nameless bard and set off the chain reaction that helps so many people.
But that didn't stop the memories of being alone creep up on you as you thought about Venti being away for archons knows how long.
The atmosphere felt tense as you berated yourself for letting your sadness be so obvious. You waited for the inevitable scoff and 'stop being so needy' remark that always came whenever you cried from loneliness.
"I'm not going."
Would you believe me if I said that I believed I finished and posted it for a whole week before realizing? Admittedly this might have a lot of mistakes since its 2 am with a flight in 5 hours and having to rewrite half of this after a command cut went wrong.
Credit/Inspiration go to @anemoarchonhoe this is getting a lot bigger than I thought. But it was too much fun writing Whispti.
Taglist: @inlovewithwaffles , @simpaghettits, @elite2307, @yuriisclumsy (I'm sorry but this link may not work Idk)
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bespectacled-bookwyrm · 7 months
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An experimental piece for my “Heart of the Storm AU”.
I recommend checking out “The Emerald Crown” for more info on Ghetsis in this AU.
I wanted to create an atmosphere here that shows how those swayed by the Emerald Crown/Ghetsis' words have effectively been indoctrinated into a cult.
There’s no real information to add regarding the AU; this piece is mostly symbolic (hence the inaccuracy of Ghetsis’ cloak), and also my attempts at playing around with a new art style.
Thoughts?
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six-foot-peep · 7 months
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WARNING: This fic contains violence, death, gore, etc. you’ve been warned.
Guys I didn’t forget about this au I swear
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kjxlll · 2 years
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WTFFFF ELITE FORCE????????
accidentally made kaz look exactly like dick grayson literally just ignore that i’m so serious
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(also chase’s bionic eye as lucifer’s eye!!!)
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mossyfig · 10 months
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| Whizzer Storm, Spirit of Justice |
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