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mybadlywrittenstories · 2 months

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Enchanted to meet you (Paul Lahote X OC)

“Shhh.” Amelia shushed her little sister Evelyn as she tip-toed down the staircase leading to the foyer. Both girls stopped before the last step, hiding behind the wall which separated them from their expected guest—well their parents expected guests.

Amelia and Evelyn were the two daughters of head of the north American coven. Well, their mother was head of the coven, their father was Fae; a simple mythical creature known mainly for their connection with nature and healing magic. It was common for Fae and witches to mingle amongst one another, as witches channeled the powers of nature for their spells and potions; much like the Fae. Procreation between the two species was a special rarity, most Fae never made romantic or sexual connections as there was no real need. You see, Fae is not made through conventional means.

If you’ve ever been out in nature, in a secluded spot where it almost seems untouched by humanity, you feel the sudden sense of calmness rushing over you. The sun seems to illuminate the world around you in a blanket of warmth and bliss, and it feels as if in that moment everything is perfect; that means a Fae was probably just born near you. The Fae believes that mother nature carefully crafts each and every Fae, their bodies created from the earth itself, and then she releases them to live their lives and protect her earth. Other species have different theories on how the Fae came to be, but no one can say with complete certainty.

This seeming species wide asexuality is why it causes everyone a shock when a Fae bares a child physically, and to do so with not only a witch but one of the most powerful witches in existence? The leader of the North American Coven? Now that creates two very interesting girls.

Amelia Boleyn is an 18-year-old halfling, those halves being part witch and Fae. She stands on the shorter side, just under 5’3—however if anyone ever called her anything less than 5’3 she’d make sure to put them in their place. She cropped her hair just above her shoulders with some rusty kitchen scissors during a slightly tipsy night she shared with her sister. Her skin was naturally on the tanner side, resembling her father’s coloring of curly dark hair and tan skin, more so than her mother’s red hair, pale skin, and green eyes. She came into her powers when she was 13 years of age, although she showed much promise with her witchcraft already being a fourth level spell caster. She much preferred dabbling in the simple powers of her father, a stereotypical daddy’s girl. She would much rather go out into the woods, lay in a field, and connect with nature rather than sit at home and stare at old grimoires.

Her sister Evelyn, however, is the opposite. She is 16 and also a halfling, her skin only a shade or two darker than her mothers, she also had her mother’s straight auburn hair and sparkling green eyes. She was also one who could spend hours sitting in her room, reading her ancestors grimoires and attempting to learn to cast new and more advanced spells, already dabbling the same level as her older sisters, but severely struggling with any Fae related magic.

The two girls are very possibly going to become two of the strongest women alive, and here they were huddled together behind a flimsy wooden wall, straining to eavesdrop on their parents’ conversation. Amelia and Evelyn both shared worried looks as they heard multiple heavy footsteps walking into the house. Their father Aeon had told them of the recent killings of magic folk in the area, forbidding them from going out alone even for the most insignificant of tasks. Whoever was responsible for the killings was targeting young adults and teens, and although they have yet to kill a Fae child or witch child, the matter needed to be dealt with.

As far as anyone could tell, going off the bodies of the victims, the killer was a vampire. Incredibly fast, and efficient killers, but not known to go after other supernatural’s. Something was brewing, and Jenny and Aeon Boleyn had made the decision to call in the only supernatural’s who were properly equipped to deal with a vampire, wolf shifters.

Amelia and Evelyn were fascinated when their father explained who was coming, and why they had to keep their distance. The northwestern shifters were notorious for being big, burly brutes with wicked tempers. Tales of the smallest disagreement turning into massive fights involving clashing canines spread like wildfire when they seemingly reappeared a few years back after being presumed extinct. To the girls, however, this made them a group of very fascinating subjects to poke and prod at—youthful stupidity mixed with curiosity.

Amelia leaned closer to the edge of doorway as she heard a somehow quiet, yet booming voice start to speak. “Aeon it’s been too long.” A small pause filled with the sound of scuffing shoes and a door closing, “I only wish this meeting was under better circumstances.” The same voice spoke again, sounding sympathetic.

“It’s so nice to see you, Sam.” Their mother’s sweet voice greeted, “It’s so nice to see all of you. Though, I do see a few new faces. Please everyone come inside and sit down I’m sure your journey has been very tiring.” Multiple deep voices muttered hellos, and then heavy footsteps followed the woman into the small living room.

Most of the men opted to sit on the grown, allowing Sam their pack alpha to sit on the couch with Jen and Aeon. They all trusted Sam when he said the couple could be trusted, perhaps it was the wolf in them that made them skeptical of the unknown but regardless of the reason, no one but Sam wanted to be too close to the two.

The two girls waited on the stairs for a few minutes, trying to strain and hear what was being said, but all they could pick up on was the low mumbling of conversation. “You think we should try to get closer?” Evelyn whispered into her older sister’s ear, her heart thrumming quickly with excitement.

Amelia considered for a moment, weighing if the risk of getting caught was worth satiating her curiosity, in the end the latter won. “Yes, but don’t make any noise. I so do not want to hear the lecture from mom and dad if they catch us snooping.”

Unbeknownst to the pair, the shifters had exceptional hearing and all of them had picked up on the quiet encounter a few yards away. Sam simply ignored the two girls, seeing no real threat in them eavesdropping, Quill, Embry, Seth, Collin, Brady, and Paul all shared sly smirks to one another—not so subtly glancing at the small door way as gentle and slow footstep inched forward.

“You should take a peek—see what they look like! “Evelyn urged faintly, Nudging her sister with her arm. “Why me? So, I’m the one who gets caught?” Amelia shot a pointed glare towards her younger, yet taller sister. “Yes! Now look, Mom said werewolves were usually all ruggedly handsome! Maybe the same applies for shifters.” Evelyn had a wicked smirk on her mouth as she envisioned a group of big burly men fresh for the pickings waiting in her living room—those teenage hormones surging through her body at the prospect.

“That’s gross, Eve.” Amelia sighed, rolling her eyes, “But I’ll do it… not because you said they were hot though.” The two sisters shared a mischievous look together, before Amelia crouched down to knee level and carefully leaned past the doorway, bracing herself on the wall so as not to fall and peering into the living room.

A not so silent profanity left her lips as her eyes met six other pairs of eyes looking directly back at her. In her shock her grip slipped on the door frame, and she tumbled into full view of everyone—including her parents. Evelyn silently died of laughter still hidden behind the wall, before quickly making her escape back up the stairs, abandoning her sister to the wolves.

“Uh—Hi!” Amelia chirper, looking around at the men in her living room, very purposely not making eye contact with her parents. “I just… uhm” Evelyn quickly looked around the floor around her, a somewhat stupid plan popping her head, but hell it was her only idea. She reached forward and grabbed a lost pen from the floor and held it up swinging it in the air. “Was just lookin for this!” As her eyes travelled back up to the unknown men, the pen almost fell from her hands.

Amelia thought it was just due to the surprise of meeting eyes with—in her opinion—the most attractive man in the room. Paul, however, felt as if he was cemented in his place, sitting on an old Abrash rug in a run-down but quaint little cottage, looking into a pair of beautiful dark eyes. A gentle click in his brain, and he knew what this feeling was, this feeling as if he had just taken off a filter from his eyes and he was finally seeing clearly. Her confused face tempting him to come closer, and to never leave. His imprint.

Everyone but Amelia could feel the shift in the air, Jen Boleyn silently screaming in her head as it dawned on her. Her precious eldest daughter being imprinted upon by a shifter? A breed who was made to kill and slaughter their enemies without a moment of remorse, she opened her mouth to speak but no words would leave her lips.

Amelia looked around at all the shocked and speechless faces, assuming this was caused solely by her interruption, her face reddened, and she quickly stood up, ignoring the slight ache in her hips where she landed. “I’m just going to go, it was nice—uh—meeting all of you!” She smiled before quickly making her exit and running up the stairs.

Amelia threw herself into her room and hopped up onto her bed. She knew she was in for it but she silently prayed to mother nature that her parents wouldn’t be too pissed about the interruption—a pointless prayer and she knew it. Remaining under her covers she shimmied off her jeans and bra and turned over towards her window. Listening to the now significantly louder voices downstairs speak and watching the pale blue clouds pass by the full moon outside. She laid there for what felt like hours, but in reality, was only thirty minutes, waiting for her parents’ lecture to come—but it never did. Instead, she was slowly lulled into one of the deepest slumbers she had in a very long time, strangely plagued by the sight of those deep brown eyes of one of the very handsome but strange young man.

#paul lahote #twilight #twilight saga #twilight fanfic #oc #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote fanfiction #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x amelia boleyn #au #witch #fae #wolf pack #wolf pack twilight #twilight x oc #amelia boleyn #enchanted to meet you #imprint fic

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backandimbamon · 3 months

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inspired by @klonnieshippersclub 💋💋

“Bonnie Mikaelson.” Damon has the urge to do something with his hands. They were occupied before, too busy warming his glass of dark red O-positive and bourbon cocktail but he’s lost his appetite. “That doesn’t even sound right.”

“I think it does,” Elena’s viewing, no admiring Bonnie’s fancy wedding invitation on the weighted paper specifically destined for special occasions. There’s a picture of witchy and her fiancé together, so possessed by one another that their eyes are on each other instead of breaking the fourth wall and smiling at the camera.

Dreadful.

The Niklaus Mikaelson is staring at Bonnie like nothing else matters and her face is a reflection of his. It’s unsettling; two of the most guarded individuals he’s encountered in his lifetime have dropped every defense with their wide, honest smiles and knowing gazes.

Is this a practical joke, Damon wants to ask but Elena is here- if he even gives life to the words, there is a strong possibility that she will deny the absurdity of this unfortunate event, blindly in favor of whatever decision Bonnie makes even when it’s the wrong one.

For now, he chooses silence. On the inside, he is shouting.

Damon sidles up next to his girlfriend, not because he’s feeling romantic, but because he must investigate this picture. He’s already stared for an indefinite amount of time, yet the urge to pick apart and criticize hasn’t left. It’s stronger than ever.

The picture is intimate, as if they are laughing at some joke no one else hears, or speaking telepathically the way couples do. They’re both saying the same thing: I love you.

And Damon thinks it’s deplorable.

Still, there’s a tug inside of him because he could’ve sworn she looked at him just like that, after he’d said something completely inappropriate, and Bonnie, she doesn’t want to laugh, yet he always seems to strangle the sound out of her without much effort on his part.

And sure, they might’ve been living the same day eternally and, yes they might’ve been the last two people on Earth, (or so they thought,) but it still counts for something… right?

“Right about what?” Elena’s brown eyes are on him, a small glimmer of concern.

He’s beside himself so much so that he’s talking without his own permission. This event to bear witness to, this marriage might just be the thing that makes him… Insane, probably.

“She looks so happy,” Elena sighs in content, staring at the Save the Date affectionately. “I can’t help but feel the same way. Her smile is infectious, isn’t it?”

He’s not even hearing her.

The date of the wedding is a year from now, give or take a few days, on Sunday, May 5th.

Why they would choose a destination such as hot, stinky, swampy, bad roads, boisterous streets Louisiana, is beyond him- they’ll have to plan in advance to attend. He’s been looking so intently that Damon can recite the RSVP number in reverse.

The colors for the wedding are complicated and impractical, but Klaus, Bonnie’s soon-to-be-husband knows about color theory…apparently when he isn’t being a terrorist, or getting on one knee for Bennett witches after a measly eight months of dating, he dabbles in art.

Yeah, well, so did Hitler.

“What alternate universe are we in?” He speaks again, unable to hold his peace. “I mean, how in the hell does someone like him get to marry Bonnie? It’s Klaus.” He shrugs. And then he snorts, rolls his eyes to the ceiling, “That’s like me proposing to her.”

“Is it?” Elena is using her therapist voice, a tone she’s returning to more often than not when Damon mentions anything concerning their best friend. Before, she used this tone of voice sparingly, mostly to help comprehend the shift in their relationship dynamic when Bonnie returned from the prison world, but now, it’s all he hears.

Damon shrugs again, going out on a limb to say, “Maybe it’s worse.”

“Or maybe you’re just bias. You know, a lot of people didn’t understand how we worked either, once upon a time.” She lifts the invitation, her index finger extended. “But these two obviously adore each other. Klaus accepts nothing less than her being up under him at all times, and Bonnie is more than happy there. She barely comes out for drinks anymore.” Elena giggles at what she’s just remembered. “Now that I think of it, the last time I called her, I was interrupting. Apparently they were very…busy.”

“Busy?” He shudders. (It isn’t jealousy that runs down his spine.)

Her brown eyes are on him again, gentle, imploring as if she’s reminding herself she’s not chatting with Caroline. “I know you’re super protective over Bonnie, I get it, me too, but Klaus is perfect for her. She probably hasn’t been this happy since…since….” at first Elena thinks, then it turns into a full on falter and he realizes she’s about to say since before the Salvatores came into town and ruined her bubbly little Sabrina-the-teenaged-witch life.

Elena abandons the sentence altogether.

Damon clenches his jaw. His mind is on the wedding invitation again, a wiry impulse to do everything he’s capable of to prevent such an on occurrence, for fear that bearing witness to it might unleash an ancient curse.

Something like indignation moves through him because yes, he looks closer with squinted eyes, a year ago, he was on the receiving end of Bonnie’s bleeding heart stare.

He wonders how could he have been dense enough to not notice that she was whispering her love without moving her mouth for so long.

He wonders why it’s so clear now that she isn’t looking at him.

“Just look at them,” Elena gushes, she’s been sold since the script typography, “We have to find a frame. ”

(more here)

#bamon #bamon fanfic #bamon fanfiction #bamon fic #bonnie bennett #drabble #klonnie #klaus mikaelson #damon salvatore #klonnie wedding #bamon prompt #prompt

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nsves · 9 months

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blender lighting tutorial + tips.

requested by @thecrimsonsimmer + recommended viewing: youtube video one, two, three, and four. this post will be dealing with newer versions of blender (2.8+) and cycles since that's what i'm more familiar with + commonly used for rendering. this is coming from me as an artist with some dabbling in photography and things i've learned in college!

references and setting the mood

are you basing your render on an existing photo? study the light source and what direction it's coming from: that's what's going to tell you your set up for a similar effect. if you're not basing it on an existing piece, a good start is knowing How you want to set your subject (your sim) up - do you want them to be in the spotlight? are they in a specific environment that has neon lights? are you going for moody or something fresh, bright? definitely look up colors and their meaning (color theory, movie screencaps, etc.) to create a stronger image!

using resources to start the set up

it's always a good thing to mix your tools with different communities, such as the art community! many have lighting tools to figure out how to color their subject, such as this free-to-use head figure that depicts where the lighting source should be placed.

there's also the photography community and teaching people how to set up their lights for certain setups. video three and four linked in the beginning are from photography viewpoints.

spot? area? point? sun?

let's think of the lighting types as objects - a spot is like a plain lightbulb, area is a reflective sheet, spot is a flashlight, and the sun... well is the sun!

a spot is similar to an area light, but triangular/a cone. think of a helicopter search light, it's focused on a small area with the most light concentration. these can be used for lamps with lampshades, car headlights, or a lighthouse.

an area light is great for lighting up technology. a phone screen, tv screen, tablet, anything that's an LED screen emitting from a surface. the light is not as concentrated as a spot and is meant to cover more flatly (hence the rectangular source)

a point is best used for small pops of colors such as candlelight, lamppost, lightning bug tail, etc. a small source that has nothing covering it.

a sun covers the entire area and can be used as the overall mood setter. it can create filter over the entire render by just shifting the color like you would see in a movie. you'll be given a line with a sun light that gives the direction of where the sun is coming from. basically a spot light just on a much larger scale LOL.

power + coloring

this screenshot is mostly what you'll only use to start off with. watts is the unit of measurement and the higher you go, the brighter the light will be. examples with a white colored point light 10W-20W: general portrait lighting 30W-50W: bright source, close flashlight for example 60W+: blinding

coloring is just like the system for in game lights for ts4. shift it to whatever you want it to be (click the white bar, that's the color preview) and mess around with the vibrancy. the darker, more intense color, the less it's going to appear on the sim.

closeness and intensity

similar to what's shown in the head lighting tool shown earlier, the closer the light is, the more that specific area is lit up. go too close and your sim could be completely washed out. it helps to change the size of the light (change with the radius slider) to better imitate what you're wanting. the larger the radius, the more diffused and softer the light source will be. close + small = very clear of the light source shape, can obviously tell where it is in relation to the subject far away + large = soft lighting, more of a hazy lighting of the color you choose.

to quickly adjust the light, press "G" and hold down your middle mouse button to adjust which axis you'd like to edit along. green is the x-axis, blue is the y-axis, and red is the z-axis. you can also press "G" and type the letter of the axis you want to use. drag the mouse to change the placement on that specific axis to however you want. if you want to freely edit the placement, just press "G" to move it out of the axis bounds.

world lighting

take this step as setting your canvas color before you start painting. in order for the values to look their best, change the world color to the same hue of the color you are mostly using. for example, this is set in a red-toned environment:

this is essentially changing the cast shadow onto the sim. the default is gray and will muddy up your undertones if not changed properly. for this instance, if you were to still use the same red point light in a gray world color it'd look like this:

of course, this will be based on if you have an environment image or not that can affect your lighting overall. this post is based on the fact there is no environment image and what not! if you need a visual demonstration on how to mess with the world lighting, check out this short video.

i hope that helped anyone beginning to render or wanting to light up your own scenes! i'm no rendering expert, but here's some of the helpful tricks i've learned and collected over the years<3 if you have any other questions feel free to send an ask!

#ts4 blender tutorial #sims 4 blender tutorial #ts4 render tutorial #sims 4 render tutorial #lighting tutorial #lyko posts #tutorial #long post

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cadmusfly · 3 months

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so for the RP blog shenanigans I was looking up a guy who @josefavomjaaga told me actually used to be Ney's ADC before tranferring to Soult's team, who has a really long name but let's call him Bory de Saint-Vincent because that's his last name

and this dude is fuckin wild, look at this description of him

Bory de Saint-Vincent's almost too colorful life story has sometimes overshadowed his reputation as one of the most thoughtful and productive naturalists of the early nineteenth century. A free spending extrovert who also dabbled in literary ventures, his career was complicated by involvement in a near-mutiny at sea, various political intrigues, and financial debts to the extent that he spent years at a time avoiding the authorities, or actually being incarcerated. Throughout it all, however, he managed to keep up a career as a natural history collector.

he's more known for being a naturalist than a military guy, but he's also just straight up nuts

even just looking at his wikipedia page

I dunno about you, but I feel like "precocious naturalist" should mean "discovered twenty new kinds of plants as a kid", not helping save a guy from prison (I initially read it as jailbreaking but it could have been more legal, not sure, but also apparently the ship the entomologist was meant to be on also sank so lil kid Bory saved this guy's life technically???)

Dude hopped on a expedition to Australia, got sick of the captain and decided to just go at it alone for a few years in the middle of the ocean

now my crack theory is that ney got sick of hearing about plants all the time and shoved him towards soult

and he had so many scientist friends, when he was exiled after waterloo, he was invited to stay in prussia by the king thanks to a scientist friend, got kicked out after 18 months, "offered a commission as General in Bolívar's new Republic of Colombia" by another scientist friend, declined that, and escaped to holland to meet the Sieyes guy who kinda was supposed to be a consul alongside this other dude called Bonaparte many years ago

dude got placed in debtor's prison for too many debts and these two fuckin notes attached to that

His scientist friends tried to cheer him up by parading a giraffe next to the debtor's prison so that he can climb onto the rooftop to look at it with a telescope

but he didnt want to leave prison because he could have his friends visit and had good food and good sleep, but his son in law against his wishes paid his debts so that he could actually go to the damn wedding

dude did have some weird racist ideas about human ethnicity but he was also anti-slavery and denounced the heritage peerage system while in a political position and ended up getting kicked out because of that so that's cool

this guy is like a french Stephen Maturin sort of, except he's real

and he is also contributing to the fact that none of soult's ADCs are normal people

i wish i'd learned about him earlier so i could submit him to the napoleonic sexyman tournament

#napoleonic era #napoleonic wars #jean-baptiste bory de saint-vincent #napoleon's marshals' adcs #napoleon's marshals #sort of #im characterising him as an exuberant outgoing extrovert who fucking loves plants and will not shut up about plants

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theodoradevlin · 1 year

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Accio Pants

SUMMARY: That's right. Exactly what it sounds like.

In which - Ominis's theory about Accio is finally used on clothes. Inspired by: this beautiful fanart here (preview in the fic for reference- but pls give love to this most delicious work by @yoshitsuno)

Ominis, Theo, and Sebastian find ways to pass the time during a rainy day. Including some Ominis Fluff. Naughty Banter with Sebastian. Theo being a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets like the Hufflepuff SHE IS.

Lots of banter, with hints of smut (that I may actually expand on later on when i'm feeling more determined), but in the mean time just got carried away with giving them a little banter moment :3 (ERM...esp since I'm working on more angsty one shots, and keep avoiding the hurt with more mindless goodness like the below but anywhooooo)

Enjoy!

It had been a rainy, uneventful, day at Hogwarts that spring afternoon.

Because of the storms happening outside, Theo, Ominis and Sebastian had found most of their usual activities had been cancelled.

The usual ones…quidditch, beasts class …as well as the other extracurricular types they had been dabbling in recently..i.e hunting down poachers, killing spiders, trolls..fighting goblins... In other words, most of the things that cured them from insufferable boredom.

So…they certainly had to find some other way to pass the time didn’t they?

Theo had already been bothering Ominis all day to do something, until he finally convinced her to join him in the library. As much as Theo wanted to attempt to be responsible and catch up on their assignments for Professor Binn’s class, she was finding it near impossible not to nod off.

They had hunkered down in the corner of the library just adjacent to the spiral staircase, and far away from the librarian - thank Merlin. Theo balanced her heavy head on her hands, casting annoyed looks in Ominis' direction.

“You know…I don’t have to see you to know you’re not actually doing your work, Theo.”

Ominis drawled as his hands continued to move along his own texts, not pausing even to scold her. “Get back to work.” He commanded.

So she grumbled, but tried again…for the next few minutes. Until eventually, she became bored again.

“Ominis..” She urged in a hush tone, with no reaction from him. She eyed the immediate vicinity for Scribner, and the old librarian was, luckily, still no where near their little corner.

“Ominis..” She hissed again. He had officially gotten into the zone, and was so focused on the way his fingers had trailed over the text that he, again, made no acknowledgment of her insistent pressing.

She rolled her eyes. She swore when Ominis got this focused on a subject, he might as well have been miles away. He had no sense of anything around him, especially his partner who was becoming increasingly unfocused.

She reached over suddenly, her attacking fingers assailing a ticklish grab at his sides to get his attention.

The blonde’s body jerked in shock, falling against her and letting his book fly right out of his hands.

“MERLIN'S BLOODY BALLS”

His alarmed scream erupted across the room as his text landed with an unceremonious thump.

Theo stifled a snort of laughter. She had forgotten that Ominis tended to startle easily, when in focus mode. But she hadn’t expect that to fly out of his mouth.

His shouts had echoed painfully through the library, with several students turning to look at them.

He huffed briefly in frozen terror, before sliding a devastating glare towards Theo’s direction.

“People are staring ….aren’t they?” He hissed, as the color rose to his cheek. Theo felt instant remorse at her teasing, her own face flushing in shame. He was more apt in picking up sensitivities, lacking the one sense he didn't have…but he didn’t need it to know what was going on.

“I do hope you have the decency to at least look ashamed, Devlin.” He hissed at her, knowing she was already feeling the need to make it up to him.

She picked up his book for him, placing it back in his hand and leaning her head on his shoulder in attempt to get back in his good graces.

“OH. I am so sorry Ominis…I promise I’m very, very ashamed. Picture the absolute definition of shame and that is my face right now…but at least your glorious exclamation saved us all from the threat of falling asleep from the boredom of these assignments…” She teased gently with a more loving tone, attempting to make amends.

The silver haired boy’s face allowed a small smile at her jest, despite himself. He always seemed to have a most annoying soft spot for her, and Sebastian…. And Anne.

When he was lost in thought, it was often about Anne. So, yes, he let himself get lost in his thoughts a lot, as if it was some pathetic attempt to get back at her.

And no…he hadn’t cared too much about Binn’s assignment, but Theo had shocked him out of a rather long train of thought he had been lost in about when he might see Anne next. He missed her so much. And even Binn’s assignment couldn’t distract him from that.

“It is is a rather tedious lesson isn’t it? The assignment?” He lamented finally.

“Yes it is…” Theo confirmed, wondering curiously where else his mind had went at that moment.

“…But apparently not tedious enough for you to not even hear me trying to get your attention…?”

Ominis poked her forehead with his finger, effectively throwing her off balance in retaliation.

He deflected, naturally.

“You can’t sit still for more than 10 minutes” He scolded. “I swear you’re worse than Sebastian. I’ve had to train myself to ignore you both out of necessity or else I would never get anything done.”

“Ouch.”

Despite the jests, they both chuckled at in comfortable, quiet laughter.

“Where is our dear old boy, by the way? Aren’t you the one that’s supposed to be keeping an eye on him this week, hm?.”

Ominis said playfully, knowing very well that the reason there had been so much less angst between the three of them lately had been because his two friends were, essentially, banging out that angst every moment they could.

Everything he knew, he knew against his will…but he had heard the tension in his friends voices, that were only to be replaced by senseless rambling after they had returned from a ‘session’ in the undercroft. He could tell in the way Theo lovingly called Sebastian a fool, or the way that Sebastian said her name... unnecessarily, and often, as if just to hear the sound of it.

While he could do without the mental images- he was at least happy to no longer be their referee.

Theo sat up suddenly.

“Merlin’s Beard - I am such an idiot. I was supposed to meet him in the Undercroft 30 minutes ago.”

Ominis made an exaggerated sigh.

“Back to the Undercroft again? What a surprise.” He exclaimed, dryly…really not shocked at all.

He sighed. “I’m sure in those 30 minutes he was alone, he probably has somehow found himself some other dark artifact to keep himself entertained, while also threatening all of our sanity in the imminent future.”

Theo laughed nervously as she hastily gathered her books.

“Wouldn’t put it past him actually now that you mention it…he has been particularly infatuated with something called Pandora’s Box lately…?” She said breezily, pressing a quick his to her dear friend’s forehead.

Ominis stuttered. “Devlin! What did you say? Are you …hey..get back here! You BETTER be joking…”

She just laughed as she called out.

“Don’t worry Ominis - like you said... my week to chaperone. I’ll send you an owl later to compare notes before Binn’s class?”

Ominis grumbled as his friend went. They were going to exhaust him before he even graduated.

Reluctantly, he returned back to his books, but despite his best efforts, distraction never came, and his mind kept going back to that one thought.

That he wished so badly that he could be the one rushing late to meet someone. And that that someone was Anne.

Instead, they were separated by hundreds of miles, and words left unsaid.

So…he did all he could do. He turned to the book again for more useless reprieve.

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Theo stumbled into the Undercroft to find a particularly annoyed Sebastian waiting for her.

“Forgotten about me already, have you?” He sulked dully, his arms crossed and full lips pouting. Theo sighed. He could be so dramatic.

“Sebastian - don’t be greedy. I was studying with Ominis and lost track of time.. I have things to do outside of being summoned here by you, you know.”

“Well. …” He said, with false affront, “Now I’m definitely starting to feel left out….”

He came up to her suddenly, grabbing and pulling her to him. His mouth lifting at the corner in a way that made her want to kiss it.

“You’re always welcome to join us...” She murmured as she settled in his embrace. He seemed to raise an eyebrow at that.

“As much as I love spending time as the three of us…sometimes I want you all to myself.” He leaned forward, giving her a sharp nip on her ear. “Can you blame me?”

She shivered, but pushed him off of her.

“You’re incorrigible. Barely here five minutes and you’re already trying to leave more snake bites on me..” She teased him as he crossed his arms proudly.

“It’s one of my favorite pass times, yes.” He confirmed smugly.

She drew out her wand then, and he eyed her curiously.

“I think it’s been making you slightly rusty on your other spell work, Sallow. You’re too…distracted…” She swished her wand, and the next thing he knew she had cast Leviosa and flipped him upside down.

Despite the disgruntled sound of protest, Sebastian still kept his arms crossed as he glared at her in her hold.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He mumbled, his hair askew and robes hanging down around him. She stifled another laugh.

“Can you blame me? I am the school dueling champion after all…and it seems like that’s a title I won’t have to defend from you anytime soon.” She leaned closer to him, helpless in the hold, giving him a nip on his lips. Despite hanging in midair, he released a small groan.

“Seems a rather confident claim, Devlin.” He growled, before drawing out his own wand, realizing himself from her cast.

On his immediate reunion with the ground, his wand whipped out at attempt at Expelso, but not before Theo could beat him to it.

“Accio!”

She shouted as he shifted just slightly at the most inopportune moment. Her spell cast missed his wand, hitting Sebastian’s robes instead.

Next thing she knew, he was shirtless, and she was holding his robes.

His face looked up to her in shock, and all she could manage was a very dignified giggle.

“Erm..”

She blushed suddenly, as she eyed his bared and muscled (and also gloriously freckled) abdomen. At the blush AND the giggle, he threw a dangerous look in her direction.

That was it….

“Now, Devlin. Nothing you haven’t seen before…” He chided her lightly, prowling closer to her.

“…Accio? On clothes? How original.” He continued towards her, knowing full well whose that idea might have been.

“Guess you and Ominis really have been spending time together…” He said as cornered Theo, who was still frozen with his clothes in her hand. He reached her suddenly, using her distraction to back her up against the wall, placing one of his arms above her as he peered down at her. “Remind me to thank him.” He muttered dryly as she let out a small squeak, eyeing the shifting of his muscles as he leaned towards her.

“…You can thank him for both of us.” She muttered as her eyes pointedly dragged down his abdomen.

His eyebrow raised quizzically again, as his chest continued to rise and fall underneath her gaze, and despite it all, her eyes on him gave him a jolt of electric intensity.

“Hm. Are you planning on giving those back to me, Devlin?” He asked, as smirk spreading across his lips.

Her blush turned even deeper at that gaze. She knew where that look usually led.

“You know…I don’t know if I will.” She mused, leaning back further from him, robes firmly clasped in her grasp. She smirked giddily, not totally upset at the fact that she could currently admire a shirtless Sebastian Sallow, like she had many times before. She knew his body was surprisingly fit - his arms and chest toned from all the dueling he had been doing….but she never got tired of looking at it. And…the smattering of freckles and fuzz that led south was very tempting to fixate on. She forced her eyes upwards to him again, those brown eyes glinting with amusement.

He seemed to know the effect he was having on her, with the way he let his trousers hang lower beneath his hips, where the indentations of his muscle directed her attention further to what was beneath them. He rocked his hips against hers, using them to pin her place.

“…Is that so?” He questioned.

“Mhm. You know in fact…I have been learning how to draw together constellations lately….perhaps I can practice on those freckles of yours…with my tongue.”

Sebastian froze, before his mind reloaded and he managed to huff a laugh.

“Merlin’s Beard. You Hufflepuffs do like to surprise don’t you? You’re mind is becoming dirtier than mine, Devlin. I’ll have to be on the look out for you.”

“What gave that away?” She teased.

He continued to press towards her, not expecting today’s lesson to be all about the ways Hufflepuffs were apparently horny deviants, but also always loving that she surprised him. And she was his horny deviant. So yes…he was enjoying this game immensely. And he wouldn’t be lying if his thoughts weren’t going down the same damn path hers were.

“Hm. So how do you intend to keep me from my robes, then, Devlin?” He said in warning.

“Hmmm.. maybe I’ll just try them on for myself. I’ve been told I look good in green…” She pushed him away suddenly as he froze.

In the next second, her own robes dropped to the floor. Sebastian took a step forward, involuntarily, and for a split second, he drank in the site of her delicate body, unable to remove his eyes from it.

Just as soon as he was loosing himself in it, he found himself even more intrigued by the picture of her slipping on his shirt and his robe. His tie and jacket were clearly too big for her...somehow it was a delicious site to see.

“You’re a devious little thing, you know that?”He smirked, a sly glint in his eye as he moved closer, leaning until he was inches from her lips.

“Entertain me, Devlin... What must I do to ever get my clothing back?’ He mused sarcastically.

She watched his muscles shift as he moved towards her, a rise now straining against his trousers - the only article of clothing he still had on. She swallowed.

“Well… I suppose you could try and take them off of me yourself..” She whispered in delight at his face sparked in interest.

His smiled widened as he took in the sight of her, his eyes taking their time wandering around her body. The idea of being the one to take them back off of her, well…it was definitely something. As much as he enjoyed them on her, he’d enjoy them much more on the floor.

He smirked right back at her as if accepting her challenge, slowly backing her further and further against the wall.

”Hm. That shouldn’t be a problem…” He murmured.

She was slowly starting to lose the upper hand at the sight of those eyes, looking at her as if she was a meal and he was starving.

“You’re quite something when you’re putting me right where you want me.” He murmured, as she allowed him to press her closer to the wall until they were a breath apart, and his hands had found hers again, slowly raising them above her head.

“Well…”She breathed, raising her eyebrow. “Now you have me cornered, Sallow. You better hope I don’t cast Accio again and confiscate what’s left of your clothes.” She teased, her eyes darting down to his trousers threateningly.

“That doesn’t sound like quite a bad plan to me.” He brought his lips to her ear and whispered. “Maybe I’ll just go ahead and take them off myself.” He rubbed his hardness against her thigh as if she didn’t know what was begging there for her already.

The brush of his lips against her ear sent her into overdrive, as she whipped her eyes back to his. She was definitely breathing harder.

“Mm..maybe I’ll take them off first.” She flicked her want back out, ready to cast the spell.

He raised a brow at her, and his grin widened to a cocky smile as he almost went to still her hand again with his own. But instead, he lifted both of his hands up in surrender.

He glanced back down at her wand.

“Go on, then.”

His encouragement had her pulse fluttering, but she didn’t hesitate.

In one decisive movement, his trousers and anything underneath them were now marvelously out of the way.

She looked down and appreciated the gracious, and demanding, sight.

“Hm. Mr. Sallow…you seem to be lacking in patience today.” She teased with an edge of wanting and curiosity in her voice, her mouth watering at exactly what waited so impatiently.

He had no shame. He enjoyed her eyes on him as he stood there proudly, taunting her.

“On the contrary, Devlin, you made me wait 30 whole minutes…then proceeded to torture me with your spell casts…so remind me how I haven’t been patient?” His voice replied roughly, his arms still raised as his eyes roaming all down her body. “I’m quite at your mercy.”

She huffed a small laugh.

“Mercy? Who said I had any of that? Incase you’ve forgotten…I’m still wearing all your robes. And you haven’t done much to try and get them back.” She teased him again, as she leaned forward to nip at his neck, as his arms still remained raised.

“Well..” He smirked, allowing his arms to slowly lower themselves and trail down her arms. He leaned into kiss her, but stopped barely a breadth away from her lips. “You know… I was thinking, why don’t we just forget about the spells for now, and see if there are some other, more fun, ways to get you out of your clothes?

She swore she had to fight back a small gasp at the way he teased her. Instead, she swallowed slowly and tried to remember how to breath. It was hard to do at his nearness. “I…like the way you think..” She said, her voice shaking. His robes were slightly…large on her…and the way she shifted, it suddenly slipped off her shoulders. She let it stay as she watched his lips.

“Oops..” She murmured.

He smirked and brushed his thumb over her exposed shoulder in a gentle motion.

“Oh, no. What a tragedy.” He huffed, sarcastically.

She watched the way his thumb brushed against her skin, leaving goosebumps. She arched into him at the words he whispered alongside her ear. She had been effectively been melting under his touch for quite some time now. His hands were flitting over her abdomen now, his searching touches telling her how much more he wanted.

“Such a tragedy…” She murmured. “ I think the only way to fix the situation would definitely be for you to kiss me. Now. And good.” She gasped, pleading.

He didn’t’t hesitate. He grabbed her waist, and pulled her against him. His kisses were hungry. As he held her, he brought one of his hands up to cusp her cheek, as if to tell her that he would always give into her, in any moment of weakness or strength.

His other hand suddenly drifted down, and in the next instant his deft hands had pulled the robe off of her completely, revealing her bare figure to him. She gasped, and he gave her another devious grin, triumphant.

“Oh…look at that. I win…. Looks like you lost your title of dueling champion at last” He deviously breathed into her lips as she huffed a laugh.

“Damn you, Sallow.” She dragged him down to the floor then, despite his sounds of protest, showing him exactly what his prize would be.

~~~

Later on, while still laying on the robes they had fought over earlier, they jumped at the sound of footsteps entering the Undercroft - followed by a quite disgruntled exclamation from none other than the third part of their trio:

“MERLINS Beard. Why does it smell of sex every time I come in here now? You’re both savages…”

Theo begrudgingly noted she now had two things to make up to Ominis for…but at least her boredom was effectively cured for the day.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfic #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy #semi smut #ominis gaunt #shadow trio #rainy day banter #drabbles #sebastian sallow fic #hogwarts legacy oc #theo devlin #finally accio used on clothes #been waiting for this one #poor ominis

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enteringdullsville · 2 months

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“The police just left your house. Should I be worried?”

It’s Color Theory EP 23.

Violet and Scarlett

Trivia

This marks the first appearances of Paige, Scarlett, Clarence, and Aziz. The former three previously appeared in Rough Sketch, the latter debuts here. This is also the first time Siren appears in the flesh.

Olive makes her first appearance since her debut.

Scarlett inherited Rosie’s old name from the original continuity. The names “Violet” and “Scarlett” came around about a month before Gamefreak agreed it was a good idea.

This episode debuts a new background style with geometric blocks of color to partially convey movement.

This episode also dabbles in consistent leitmotifs for certain characters; in this case, Scarlett, Clarence, and Aziz.

Aziz’s setup shows “Sore Losers” playing in the background. Coincidentally, that was Rosie’s debut episode.

No Gray Drewmans appear.

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phlurrii · 10 months

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I am not the theorist mel-the-pirate is, but I was looking at various Pokémon theories today and came across these tidbits that made me think.

Did Noe exist before Meau’s (first) traumatic experience with humans? Maybe she was put in something pokeball like (if any exist that can hold her) and left too long? Of course, even without a pokeball of sorts, Noe could have been created/summoned by Meau’s trauma.

I’m more stuck on the failed mew clone theory though.

Or rather, a corrupted clone theory.

I don’t remember if you’ve said if Noe’s a “natural” existence (vs little ’Two being man made) or if he was possibly somehow made by humans. (Granted the thought of cloning Meau’s power in full is terrifying) Although you did say Noe shows up early than intended, but since time and inter dimensional travel seem to be possible in this universe, he could be a clone from elsewhere/when. Only something went not wrong exactly, but definitely off, whether through human manipulation, crossing time/dimensions to where he technically shouldn’t exist, or as changes to make him fit in the world.

You’re maddening phlurrii! (in a good way)

colored text above so it’s easier to see my nonsense around the screenshots.🙃

Missingno. did indeed exist before any traumatic experience with humans as shown in the timeline! He came around earlier then he was supposed too, as you mentioned, due to Meau growing lonely and some not so funky things happening! So a trauma’s action lead to his early arrival.

I can say humans had nothing to do with Noe’s creation/initial existence, but their actions did contribute to something that caused Noe’s current state much to his horror ;>

I feel bad, I think this gives more questions than answers XD

I do admit, I’ve dabbled with the idea of there being a 3rd glitch mew in the realm of mirage mews mixed with a little corrupted pokeball data, but as of now it’s only in the think tank and not near fruition at all ^^

#council of theorists #my dyslexic ass appreciated the colour coding actually #ask #missingno #kcleih

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pessimisticshapewithablog · 2 years

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Camellias in Cult of the Lamb

I noticed that after unlocking the Healing Bay, you recieve the tutorial prompt showing two flowers.

One red and one white. We learn that the red one is the camellia and can be found while crusading, but we never find the white flower in-game. It can be seen on some floral items but it is not a requirement for constructing those items. Was this flower removed in development before the games release or are there plans to implement it in future updates.

Upon close inspection, the white flowers looks alot like daisies to me. But it could also just be a white camellia, which look very similar to daisies at a glance.

Camellia (left) Daisy (right)

The art style doesn't really make it clear which of flowers they are. All the same each flower has different symbolic meanings across many cultures. The meanings could be tue reason Massive Monster chose the particular flowers out of all other flowers.

The colors red and white are featured primarily of TOWW, baal, and healer cultists. And I believe the latter two are derivatives of the first. I recently learned that Narinder may have always worn white, and possibly red, robes as seen on the statue the player recieves for killing instead indoctrinating him.

Camellias

Depending on the culture, Camellias can represent unyielding love, a honorable death, or adoration. The color of the flower can also determine the meaning. Camellias come in shades of red, pink, and white.

Red Camellias can represent deep romantic desire for someone, love, and devotion. This might explain why Narinder responds the way he does when completing his follower request.

White camellias can symbolizes purity and innocence but in Japan, and China, they are associated with death and mourning. They also can mean the same as red camellias but without the romantic connotation. Platonic.

Daisies

Daisies also symbolize purity in some cultures aswell as childbirth, motherhood, new beginnings, rebirth, and fertility.

White daisies, specifically, also represent purity and innocence.

In celtic culture, daisies were believed to be given by the gods to cheer up parents who have loss children.

I am now under the impression that white flowers typically represent "purity" and "innocence", how unoriginal...

ANALYSIS

In game, camellias grow in the Darkwood and seem to represent Leshy as they are a component of his crown trophy. Similar to how menticide mushrooms are found in Heket's domain, Anura. It's hard to say if camellias represented some aspect of Leshy since he only ever hostile to the Lamb.

The reason I think the white flowers are daisies is based on my theory that TOWW was dabbling in resurrection and giving life, rather than just being the god of death. This possibly being the reason he was imprisoned. Daisies representing rebirth and new beginnings. We don't know if TOWW had a specific resource found in his domain, like crystals from Anchordeep, or silk from Silk Cradle. Maybe it was this flower or nothing at all.

These flowers could also represent the overarching theme of cults, religious devotion and intense passion in COTL.

The definition of Fervour, the red mana points needed to cast curses, is an intense and passionate feeling. It appears to mean that the Lamb, and all other curse users, feel strong emotions when killing those that don't follow their ways. Or toward those that attack them, who knows. This could mean that curse in COTL are created/cast by having strong feeling of ill intent toward something. A negative emotion made manifest.

The definition of Devotion, the white currency the lamb recieves from the followers, is "love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person or activity." In game, devotion can be collected from any source by the lamb, even if they themselves are not the target of said devotion. Zealous weapons are able to to convert fervour into devotion, zeal meaning "great energy or enthusiasm in pursuit of a cause or an objective."

#cult of the lamb narinder #cult of the lamb theory #cult of the lamb spoilers #cult of the lamb #cotl spoilers #COTL #my post #long post #devotion #fervour #camellia #cult of the lamb worldbuilding #cotl worldbuilding

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10, 25

From the Tav questions ask meme.

10. Does your Tav have a last name? Is there a meaning behind it?

Falorin has had three last names over the course of his life so far, but Sungleam is his chosen —and hopefully final— last name. The meaning behind it isn't so much in the name itself. To be honest, he chose a bright name that made him happy every time he heard it, even if he thinks it sounds like the most made up surname for an elf. The main thing that he loves about it is that it is his name, fully and completely. What he makes of it is entirely up to him. He likes that feeling. Of it being a blank slate almost, its story to be written as he chooses.

25. What is something they would die on a hill over?

Oooo, interesting question. Some lighthearted answers? That pink is an excellent —if not the best— color, but he honestly loves a whole variety of bright colors simply because they lift his spirit. He'd also be very opinionated on books and the discussion thereof, especially when it comes to talking it over with Gale. I can see them having the most heated discussions over different genres and which writer did whatever magical theory more justice.

A serious answer? It would probably be that the pursuit of power corrupts, but he isn't naive about that sort of thing. He dabbles in forbidden arts. He acknowledges that he is not immune to temptation. He just won't deny that power, even when wielded with good intentions, has the potential to destroy rather than heal.

#bluerose answers #ask meme #bg3 #bg3 tav #falorin sungleam

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secretlyharumi · 1 year

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Lloyd Garmadon’s power comes from his heart and I’m going to tell you why.

I think this partially comes from a lot of fanfiction explorations into Kryptarium and seaosn 8, especially what they did with the elemental power figures shown below. I know @lloydskywalkers used to write a lot of novella that would situate on how his power worked against him. As well as using mortal imagery.

I know I definitely dabble with it with two fics ‘Beat of a Drum’ and the latest two chapters of ‘Spiders in the House’. (Both on ao3:

@/flyingdutchman

What’s kind of beautiful is his true power does come from his heart as well. His soul. His power is affected from surges of emotion and he is by far the most attached to love out of all the ninja. It’s something that makes him an easy target.

He is such a spiritual being who hates the attention that comes with it. He’s on a higher level but is uncomfortable with his sheer power.

So speaking about the emotional power:

His ability to care for people, and to love is the most important power he has. His inert awareness of the world and how attached he is to it emotionally affects him.

He cares too much. He cares for people that hurt him, he suffers endless turmoil and what Harumi says is the most important weapon ‘a blow to the heart’.

Now as he’s garnered destruction, it’s roots are in his emotional being and soul and it shows. He triggers it whenever something cuts too deep. The three times being either someone who broke his heart, or someone who was close to him.

Green energy is also powered by emotion as well. We see this in the overwhelming feelings he has in Kryptarium.

I personally believe he leaned into his power more than anyone else, gaining it a bit of sentience as he started to reflect it in his eye color, magnitude of power, and etc. He had lost Wu, the only person closest to what was of his father. And when he became the more powerful it was his emotional side that strengthened it.

Next I’m going to talk about spirituality, because one of the things I believe in is chakras and auras.

The Green Chakra — Heart Chakra

Center of love, middle of chest, heart and lungs, balance. If unbalanced, fear of being abandoned, playing the rescuer, etc

I think it’s very fitting that what gives off green in spirituality is the heart chakra, and it just connects to Lloyd in a very real sense.

Last but not least, here comes Elina’s third breakdown on why Lloyd’s power comes from his heart.

Lloyd thrives on LIFE.

Devoid of life and warmth is a seeping thing that starts killing him, turning him into a shell. We see this with Morro, someone dead, corrupting his aura.

The main thing that represents mortality are our hearts, because there’s a constant that they are always beating. Keeping us alive.

Since he has developed such a close and complex relationship to his power, I believe his power thrives in life, it’s what makes the heart beat. He’s innertly connected because he leaned into it far too much before S8 as well.

Also energy as a element makes sense to be in a constant, moving, space.

Another cool scientific thing is that people who are aware of their heartbeats are very emotional and in tune people. Lloyd follows this reserved but quiet, but very in tune with their liveliness.

Now you may be saying.. hey this is a reach. But I’ll bring the evidence that makes this theory such a interesting thing.

In S8 we see the Kryptarium fight. Throughout the entire fight the energy sparks fly from chest and flicker when he’s receiving fatal blows.

It’s because his powers are fighting to keep him from death, they’re trying vainly to shield off the attack from his father.

Another thing I note is in s10 when his heart stopped after sustaining fatal injuries, the golden weapons lost their power at the same exact time.

Not only this but below I have attached the Lloyd elemental master figure, each of the ninja have a design that resonates where their power comes from, but as we see, Lloyd has one that is EXTREMELY specific.

There’s something inherently beautiful about Lloyd’s power and how it works, I think having the root of his power emotionally be what keeps him alive, and physically. Makes the character more human. Makes the character interesting.

Let me know what you think!

#lloyd garmadon #ninjago crystalized #ninjago lloyd #ninjago #long rant #i do go on tangents I’m sorry #but I have a point yes #it’s definetly something not everyone thinks about #lloyd ninjago #lloyd montgomery garmadon #power talk #ns8 #ns16

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