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[memento-morri-writes]

ATQH Worldbuilding Infodump #2 - Religion + Culture

I said I was going to be doing more of these, so here’s another one!! This one is mostly about the deities that are worshipped on the Contient.  Some of them are universal, worshipped in all three kingdoms, while others are more local, mainly worshipped in one kingdom or one area.  Once again, if you need an intro to the world of ATQH, check out the worldbuilding tab on my WIP page, HERE.

Now, let’s get started...

Universal Deities: The Light and the Morrigan

There are two main deities that are worshipped across the entire continent, and beyond.  These are the Light and the Morrigan.  They are very much opposites and form a nice light/dark duality for the more religious folk of the Continent.   In general, most people at the very least believe in the parts of these mythologies relating to death and the afterlife.

The Light

The Light is a deity that has no shape, form, or gender.  There is no face or image typically associated with it, and if pronouns are ever assigned to it (which is rarely), the pronouns used are it/its.

The Light is the deity of all things good in the world: life, rebirth, etc.  It is said that after death, the soul is floating in the Abyss, an empty void where they may float forever if not rescued.  The Light serves as a beacon, shining in the dark of the Abyss and guiding souls home to the Afterlife.  There is little lore on what this Afterlife looks like.  Most religious scholars say that “[the living] are in no place to make assumptions about life after death.  We will know when it is our time and not before.” A traditional engraving on a tombstone is “May the Light guide [them] home.”, sometimes with the added phrase “and out of the dark.”

Marriages across the Continent are blessed by the Light, in hopes that it will keep a brightness over the marriage.  Marriages are most often held in chapels to the Light, and some noble families even have their own chapel rooms for this purpose.  

The Light is most often invoked by saying “By the Light”, which is somewhat equivalent to saying “oh my god!” or something along those lines.  The phrase is most often said when making a promise or when swearing an oath, though it can also be used as an exclamation of surprise (though not anger). 

The Morrigan

The Morrigan is the Light’s foil.  She is the goddess of death and war, and those who purportedly practice dark magic are said to act in her name (though it is rather well established that there has been no true magic on the Continent for multiple centuries, and the people who make these claims are often idiots.)  However, she also shepards souls who do not find their way to the Light’s beacon, and allows them to serve her.

She is said to have some control over fate, and it is in your best interest to have her on your side in battle.  However, since the continent has not experienced war since the war between Anvia and Oryn ended nearly a century ago, this part of her lore has rather fallen to the wayside.

Her name is often invoked as a curse, especially when the speaker is angry. (Ex: “what in the Morrigan’s name is going on here?”) Additionally, since she is said to be nearly all-seeing, it is not uncommon for her name to be invoked as in “Morrigan-knows-what”, etc.

NOTE: I took the name of the Morrigan, as well as some inspiration for her role from the Irish deity of the same name.  However, I mainly chose the name since it is the name I use online.  I needed a name for a death god, and I thought it would be ironic for “me” to be the all-seeing goddess of death, since I am, in fact, all seeing when it comes to my story.  

The Minor Gods are older deities that were worshipped prior to the Light and the Morrigan arriving on the Continent.  As such, they have more specific roles, and are often worshipped locally and without great ceremony.

Minor Gods: Harvest Goddess

The havest goddess is a minor deity worshipped almost exclusively in Anvia.  She is said to have control over the growing of crops, as well as childbirth.  It is not unusual for Anvian marriage ceremonies, especially those in agricultural areas, to have a secondary blessing from the Harvest Goddess.

Minor Gods: Mountain God / Warrior God

The Mountain God, sometimes referred to as the Warrior God (though that name has fallen out of fashion due to the Morrigan’s role as a war goddess) is a fiece and wild god said to roam the mountains of Oryn.  Those in rural Oryn aften ask for his blessing before a hunt, for success, or before entering a mine, for luck and survival.

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[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

#i've been listening to icarus by bastille #and for some reason my brain fills in 'this is how it feels to take a fall' as 'this is how it feels to take off all your skin' #and like fuck man #and I KNOW that’s technically not a misheard lyric but my post my rules cope #anyway my line now #also probably phrased this poorly but its ok #im allowed to be incomprehensible #as a treat #and then fuckin #from we sink by of monsters and men #the original line was 'please look away dont look at me' #and i kept hearing it as 'please learn a way to look at me' #anyway #shoving this post in the queue but please be aware that i am writing it very late at night #q

[vavandeveresfan]

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[blumineck]

Bows vs Guns: when does it make sense for modern/ sci-fi characters to use guns?

This is just one example! For a longer breakdown (with some bonus history!), check out my YouTube channel.

And don’t forget there are art reference packs now up on Patreon!

#I will reblog this with a link to the full video #but I can’t rn because both posts are scheduled #but once the link is live I’ll do it #is this why people have queue tags #archer #archery #nerd #fantasy #sci fi #fiction #writing #queue didn’t see that coming

[bulbagarden]

cool patrat facts:

#bulbalisia #lisiaposting for queue #i was on bulbapedia because i was looking something up for a fic i'm writing #and i saw this about patrat and was like hmmmmmm........ #why is patrat not in any of the games anymore!!? #bulbagarden #pokemon #gaming #pokememe #patrat #watchog

[thoughts-ofawriter]

I have this disease called starts too many WIPs syndrome

#queue are a writer #thoughtsofawriter #writing #writing thoughts #writer problems #see also: finishes no WIP syndrome

[sailing-through-hawkins]

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When Eddie sees her, sitting on the picnic table, her feet shuffling back and forth on the bench like that one dancing scene from The Breakfast Club (so what if he went to go see it? It's a good flick!), he almost runs back the way he came.

Because here's the thing about Robin Buckley.

While Eddie's status at the bottom of the social ladder is guaranteed, what with his hobbies and his music and his ability to irritate even the most patient of individuals (bar Uncle Wayne, blessed be the man), he doesn't fuck with Robin Buckley.

She was never anything to write home or gossip over coffee about, not when Eddie started his first senior year or even before that, when he was just starting up Hellfire and went to band to see if he could recruit any lonesome souls. Robin wasn't interested then, more keen to avoid his eye and fumble with her uniform, so he chalked her up as another lost to the masses.

Then all the shit with the Zombie Boy (a killer moniker, wouldn't that make for an awesome song title?! But he doesn't know if it'd be like, copyright infringement or whatever) went down and he got a little more protective of his circle, cloaking them from the unmerciful eyes of the Hawkins mob, pushing back when shit hit the fan and that mob tried impeding on his people.

And it worked! Nobody messed with him or his, not enough to be met with more than a snort - hell, even that asshole Hargrove stayed away after Eddie pulled a knife on him in the school parking lot. He wonders if all that wild anger the dick had to choke down went into the fight he had with -

Anyways.

Point is that Eddie knows his place, and thanks to a little intimidation and a lot of false-turned-true-confidence, nobody messes with him.

The thing is - he still doesn't mess with Robin Buckley.

Like he said, she was always another one of the masses to him, and he never expected any different.

But then something happened to her.

Some people say that she got trapped in the mall fire and it burned half her face off, she's just wearing enough makeup to cover it up, but it messed with her head.

Other people say she was always a little - uh, airheaded, he'll say, to be polite - and the Starcourt fire just made it more obvious, burned through the façade she'd wear in public.

One or two voices whisper that she's being haunted, that when she laughs to herself in the silence of the classroom, it's because of the spirits of Starcourt's casualties that lurk in her shadow.

(That last one was Jeff actually, and Eddie has to hand it to him for the poetic imagery.)

Any way he hears it, Eddie's instincts go red alert, telling him to give Robin a wide berth in the hallways, to avoid eye contact for longer than a single moment, to ignore her quiet snickers every time he ties his hair up.

So yeah, when he's about to head to his favourite picnic table and finds wacky Robin Buckley laughing to herself as the leaves around the table kick up without a hint of wind in the air, he almost turns around and shoves himself back into his van. Eddie Munson may be a freak but he's no -

"Oh, you're here."

He freezes in his steps, glancing back to see Robin smiling thinly at him, one legged crossed over the other as she leans back. Her eyes glaze over for a second before she barks out a laugh, making Eddie jump in place.

"Didn't expect you, to be honest." She tilts her head.

Eddie's throat is too dry. He starts a sentence, backtracking when the leaves stop kicking up and it's just his shaky voice in the silence between the trees. "Well, it is my spot, Buckley."

Her eyes glint and she uncrosses her legs just to spread them, leaning in and staring at Eddie with an untethered expression stretching across her face. "Is it?" Her raspy voice asks.

Blood roars in Eddie's ears. His fingers twitch, and he's ready to run.

"Don't." She orders and he freezes. "We need to talk."

He hates it when people say that. It's always, always bad news and it's just too cliché.

"And what, pray tell," he says, raising his arms out with a confidence he doesn't feel. "Is it that you could ask of me?"

The leaves kick up behind him. He resolutely ignores it.

Sighing, Robin crosses her legs, shuffling back on the table (and they call Eddie a heathen, jeez). She looks to the right, where the leaves are swirling in a mini tornado. Her smile is small, and a little sad.

"We need your help."

Eddie gasps as the leaves kick up ferociously, the wind bites at his fingertips and Robin glares at him, at the chaos around them with eyes like nothing he's ever seen.

"Stop it."

"Wh -"

"I said stop," She glares at him and his jaw clicks shut. "We agreed - yeah, yeah, we did! Stop it, you're scaring him!"

"I -"

"I'd say the grown-ups are talking," Robin cuts him off with an eye-roll. "But someone's being a big baby."

"Look, Buckley -"

"I swear to god," Robin waves a hand towards Eddie. "Either you play nice, or we're never figuring this out! Do you wanna be invisible to everyone forever?!"

There's a heavy silence at that.

No leaves rustling, no wind, no nothing.

It's like the entire forest just went...dead.

Then Eddie feels a brush of something down his hand and he screams.

"Awesome!" Eddie jumps when Robin grabs his arm (when did she leave the table?!), staring at her smile as foul terror quakes his bones. "Don't be afraid, Eddie. We won't hurt you."

A rustle of leaves smack his shin and he shrieks, unable to jump (or run) thanks to Robin's steel grip.

"Well, not physically."

"Buckley, I have never messed with you before," Eddie whispers as the something trails down his hand, shoulders and face. He's frozen in the wake of the touch. "Fellow freaks of Hawkins and all, but -"

Whatever it is, it grips Eddie by the shoulders and his jaw clicks shut. Robin's grasp on his arm tightens and she nods, staring into space.

"Okay, so could you do it?"

Silence. Eddie's heartbeat races.

"Like what?"

The something ghosts over his fingers and he almost whimpers.

"Oh, like this!"

With that, Robin grabs Eddie's hand and takes off one of his rings. Before he can sputter or shout or cry, she replaces it with one of her own.

And then, like he was always there, Steve Harrington appears before his eyes.

A bloodied, ghastly Steve Harrington who's staring right into him.

"Holy shit," Eddie whispers and the spectre grins a sharp, toothy grin.

"Hey Munson," Steve croons. "Miss me?"

#steddie #stobin #<- my target audiences for this #writing #ficlet #au content: ghosts #sailing queues #the dinguses (affectionate) #sailor✧writes

[l0vergirls]

now that the yandere!batfam has surveillance on you pretty much 24/7, you're taken care of almost everyday. not that you know of, of course.

it took some time getting used to the flowers being delivered to you every couple weeks, but you did appreciate the food getting delivered when you didn't have enough in your fridge.

you're fully aware that the person (or people) sending these to you could be dangerous, but you tried to rationalise it. they apparently already have your address, so if they wanted you dead then they could've finished the job by now.

besides, what harm can a few flowers bring? aside from complete invasion of your privacy through the form of tiny surveillance microphones (which, again, you did not know of).

sometimes, you'd find affectionately written letters. well, letters is an overstatement, they're more similar to notes. the men knew not to leave too many clues that could give them away. they're nothing if not very thorough.

"eat your dinner, beloved. i know it is your favourite."

in elegant handwriting— sharp cursive. very slightly italicised.

"keep smiling, sunshine."

this one was still neatly written in print, but softer and rounder than the last note.

"good luck on your presentation today, y/n."

messier, almost rushed, but not what you'd call chicken scratch. familiar.

"hope you're taking care of yourself, beautiful."

this person had neater handwriting than the last two, though not as elegant as the first note. it seemed gentle, as if the person writing had much respect for the pen and paper.

if not flowers or food, they're small thoughtful gifts.

you'd once found a book on your nightstand; a book that you've been eyeing for the past week or so, but restrained yourself from getting as you've been saving up recently.

it had another small note attached to it, "here, you deserve it."

you should be scared— terrified, even. you should be reporting this to the cops, but what good are gotham's cops anyway?

at some point, you started finding these notes endearing. it's obvious they wouldn't do anything to you, at least not yet, so why stop them? not that you could, if you tried.

these strangers, you've come to realise, are simply looking out for you. taking care of you, when you forget to do it yourself.

the boys, whether through your window or through their cameras, would find you smiling to yourself when you receive one of their gifts.

it only motivates them to do more.

another yandere batfam installment woooop !!! can you guess which boy wrote which note? :⁠^⁠) p.s bruce hadn't left you a note this time ^^" sorry :⁠,⁠-⁠)

#yandere x reader #yandere batfam #yandere dc #tim drake x reader #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #damian wayne x reader #batfam x reader #dc x reader #— yan writes. #— dc. #— the bats. #— queue got me.

[vavandeveresfan]

Me about 100 times a day.

Later, when I read my notes.

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[theficlistpodcast]

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[thoughts-ofawriter]

*opens writing document* no,,,, this can’t be,,, it’s still not done?

#queue are a writer #thoughtsofawriter #writing #writing thoughts #writer problems

[rinneverse]

cw just a crumb suggestive. minors do not interact. happy aventurine release day!! hope everyone who wants him gets him in their first 10 pull :>

aventurine likes to think his jealousy is subtle.

but really, after knowing him for so long, there are tiny slips in his facade, minuscule cracks in the mask that clue you into how he’s truly feeling.

they’re not easy to spot. his character is carefully crafted to be as flawless as possible; he’s a phenomenal actor and he doesn’t like to expose his true nature.

but you know him—you know him in ways no one else has seen before. you’ve seen him come unraveled, breathless and slick with sweat. you’ve seen him on his knees for you, eyes glimmering with want as he worships you. you’ve seen the way his nose scrunches slightly when he laughs, the way his eyebrows pinch together when he’s deep in thought, the way his left hand is always tucked behind his back during a gamble.

“you so were jealous,” you jab at your boyfriend, coy smile dancing on your lips as he scoffs and turns away.

“was not. i can only listen to that angel prattle on for so long, you know.”

“no need to deny it, vennie.”

the gambler turns your way. he gives you a brief once over before approaching you. he pushes into your space, forcing you to step back until your back hits the wall. he crowds you there, arm coming up to rest on the wall above your head. you’ve effectively been trapped.

"i'm not denying anythin' baby," aventurine huffs, bringing his face to yours. his warm breath ghosts against your lips. you find yourself wanting to tilt your head towards him, to brush your lips against his.

you resist yourself. you know exactly what he's gunning for here.

(you know you won't last very long. he'll always get what he wants in the end. you don't mind one bit.)

"i could literally see you glowering at him. you're not too subtle, you know?" at least not to you. not when you've come to know him in such intimate ways.

"i was bored—and hey, let's talk about the way he was lookin' at you. i didn't appreciate it one bit. that's what has me so worked up, since you're so convinced i'm jealous."

"he was just having a conversation with me??"

aventurine gives you an incredulous look, bringing his free hand up to squish your cheeks. you let out an indignant squeak.

"that's not how i saw it, sweetheart. c'mon, indulge me here. if i were him, i'd be lookin' at a pretty thing like you the way he was too. but doing that right in front of me? ugh," he sighs dramatically. "how're you gonna make it up to me? you were givin' all of your attention to him and i just don't think that's fair."

"when do you ever play fair?"

"i am right now, aren't i?"

you shoot him a look that screams absolutely not. but you sigh anyways, bringing your arms up to loop around his neck. the hand that holds your face loosens, then slowly trails down your body, coming to rest on your hip.

with a coy smile, you let your lips brush against his, feather-light and fleeting.

"fine, fine. i'll make it up to you. my eyes are only on you tonight, 'kay?"

aventurine smiles, dark and full of sinful promise.

"good. i think i'll take my time with you."

#☆ oakie writes #aventurine x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #can u guys tell i rlly like making him jealous .. i think its fun #possessive avennie <33 ugh #queuing this so it posts when his banner drops for NA :> #۫ ִ ׂ💭 a kiss for queue ◟♡ ˒ ⊹ ݁ ִ ۫

[l3viat8an]

Lucifer: You seem happy. What are you writing?

Satan: A will.

Lucifer: Well it is smart to prepare for the future and-

Satan: It's yours.

Lucifer: Of course, it is.

#I’m cleaning out dumb drafts- so let’s pretend that demons write wills too #surprise it’s queue! #ro’s dumb stuff tag! #obey me! #obey me shitpost #obey me crack #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #om! satan #om! lucifer #om! shall we date #om! shit post #om! crack #om!