#Empyrean’s Advent
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Empyrean’s Advent: Day 22
Prompt: “Please, you need to rest before you start feeling worst.”
Pairing: WandaNat x R (Sick Reader)
Wordcount: 517
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“FRIDAY? Please let Wanda know we’re back.” Natasha said to the AI as the Quinjet landed back at the Avengers compound before turning back towards you, helping you stand up from your seated-position, “Lets get you inside baby.”
You let Nat help you off the Quinjet and as you stepped back inside into the compound, you were both greeted by the warm loving arms of Wanda.
“Hi my loves,” She purred, setting a kiss to the top of Nat’s forehead while taking you into her arms, titling up your head so she could inspect your fever flushed features, “you really do look under the weather, don’t you? Poor thing, how did you get so sick, hm?"
“I fell in a lake and didn’t dry off properly.” You sniffled, turning away from both women to muffle a harsh-sounding cough into the sleeve of your suit.
Natasha bit her lip as she looked over you, giving Wanda a knowing nod as they both began to lead you back towards your room. The mission had lasted just over a week, the task itself hadn’t been so bad but having to stay in a damp cold safehouse was less than pleasant for either of you, especially considering you’d been sick for almost 3 days now.
“You both should take a shower, it’ll freshen you up.” Wanda suggested as you reached your room, she had received Nat’s many phone calls about how awful the conditions of the house were. Usually wasn’t one to complain but this time it seemed like she had just reached her breaking point, “It might help abit with your congestion too.” She added leaving you with another kiss as she let Nat lead you to the bathroom.
While the two of you were showering Wanda made sure the bed was cosy, setting up some fluffy blankets and pillows before laying out some fresh clothes for both you and Nat, “Perfect.” She smiled, admiring her work for a moment before switching on the TV turning it to Netflix in preparation for your night.
As if on cue, it was then that yourself and Natasha came out from the bathroom, a small trail of warm steam following the two of you, “Please, you need to rest before you start feeling worst.” Nat groaned as she ruffled your hair, “Don’t make me lock away your laptop.”
“Whats this about?” Wanda asked, running her hands through the strands of your wet hair as you sat at the edge of the bed.
“This one.” Nat began, narrowing her eyes at you playfully, “wanted to get their laptop out to do some paperwork.”
Wanda feigned a gasp as you rolled your eyes, “No way that’s happening! You need to rest. You can forget about work until you’re feeling better.”
“Fine.” You rolled your eyes again but couldn’t hold back your slight smirk, especially when both Wanda and Natasha pressed kisses to both sides of your cheeks simultaneously, “God I love you two.”
“You better, now finish up, theres clothes on the bed behind you so get changed and then we can all cuddle up.”
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Tender heart
Advent day 16: Don’t leave me
Pairing: sick Nat x you
Notes: sorry it’s so late guys! We had a little bit of a situation but we fixed it! @goldenempyrean
It was no secret that Natasha was guarded. She trusted very few people and rarely let anyone in. To those who’d never had the honour of meeting her, it may seem as though she was the kind of person who kept to herself and preferred her own company. In some sense, you supposed that was true. But more often than not, that assumption couldn’t be further from the truth.
Especially when it was just you and her. Especially when she was sick. Natasha had woken up today with what you assumed to be a small cold. She was a little stuffy along with having a small headache.
However, said assumed cold had quickly turned into something close to the flu leaving the red head both quiet, clingy, and miserable.
Now, when you say clingy, you don’t mean she was more affectionate than normal. Wanting the occasional soft touch she never quiet brings herself to ask for.
You mean that when she was sick, she never, ever, wants to be out of your arms. You’re on the couch? She’s on your lap. You’re in the kitchen cooking? She’s either sat on the counter with her legs either side of your body or in your arms fully.
If you needed the bathroom, she’d either sneak in right behind you using her ninja skills, or if she wasn’t quite quick enough, she’d wait right outside the bathroom door, greeting you with a pout and teary eyes when you finally come out.
No part of you could have ever assumed that she’d be like this when you first started dating, but you wouldn’t deny the fact that whilst being a just a tad inconvenient, it was something you adored about her and wouldn’t ever change.
“Where are you going?” Natasha murmurs sleepily as she feels your legs slip out from beneath her head, the whiny tone in her voice not at all hard to miss.
You smile slightly as you crouch down next to her on the couch, reaching forward and brushing a messy strand of hair out of her face. “I’m going to get you some soup.” You explain, trailing the pad of your thumb over the warm skin of her flushed cheek.
Natasha attempts to sit up whilst simultaneously kicking off the blanket you had covered her with just a few hours earlier, “I wanna come.” She pleads, watching with wide eyes as you stand up to give her a little space to move.
“Baby, I’ll be right back. Five minutes tops.” You attempt to assure as you reach for the blanket to cover her back up, but Natasha shakes her head in protest as her actions become a little more desperate.
“No. Please. Take me with you. Please.” She pleads as she successfully manages to get the blanket completely off of her, swinging her legs round so her feet touch the floor. She was close to tears now, eyes shiny and cheeks flushed as she holds her arms out for you to help her up.
You stare down at her for a few moments before letting out a quiet sigh. There was no point in fighting her. If you told her no, she’d end up in tears before inevitably following you into the kitchen anyway. The last thing you wanted was to break her already frail heart any further.
Natasha seemingly takes your silence as rejection, but no sooner could she even begin to let the first sob escape, she feels hands slide beneath her armpits and hoist her up onto her feet with little to no effort.
“Don’t leave me.” She whispers in a cracked voice as her hands cling to the back of your shirt, and you quietly shush her before pressing a tender kiss to her head. With the hands still beneath her armpits, you hoist her up until her legs had found their rightful place around your waist.
“I’ve got you baby.” You pat her behind comfortingly as you carry her through to the kitchen.
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One by one, soft kisses littered twilight's back whilst he reposed in his arms. Noctilucous fauna and flora brightened their vicinities left and right, leaving behind beautiful colors that were rare to encounter during the night weren't for these magnificent species. Al-Háitham didn't lack the means nor the money to get anything Dáinsleif wanted, nevertheless, centuries ago he learned that he was a man who didn't need material items. It had been long enough since he had become apathetic, numbed by the passages of time.
This was the reason why the Grand Sekretar deemed suitable to bring him somewhere that could evoke pleasant memories from his distant home where luminescent fauna and flora created with the Art of Khemia thrived, in the core of Mahavanaranapna.
He ignored the compromising part of spending time elsewhere when he was as busy as ever as the Acting Grand Sage and Scribe among uncountable of duties more that weighed on his shoulders. Regardless, he would never fail to make some time to spend time with Dáinsleif for his birthday, even if it had been a very long time since the meaning of one's birth date lost meaning to him. His fingers interlaced with the blond's from behind, chin rested on his shoulder to heave a fond sigh. Truth be told, it had been sufficiently long since he had spend time with him, this feeling of longing was nothing short of missing him even if he would not say it aloud. Nor it would be necessary, Dáinsleif was perceptive enough to realise as much if he were to look back at the methods he used to bring him to Vanarana on his own footing.
"I am glad that you were born." He whispered low and tender to his ear, punctuated with a light nuzzle of the tip of his nose to his temple. That was the truth of his heart, an unquantifiable happiness that thanks to that he was able to meet him and be with him through thin and thick after all these centuries. And an even more hidden truth was buried deep in his heart. I love you.
Rose spots bloom on moon-sheen skin, leaving warmth of tender lips in their wake one after another on the expanse of twilight's back. Albescent lashes flutter close in utter relaxation, a sigh that abandons roseate lips shakes away all building tension that accumulates during void's search. It is no coincidence that gold and silver encounter themselves in the heart of Mahavanaranapna, skinny dipping in lunar and mythical water glowing below per its proximity to the Tree of Dreams. Unspoken words revolving around the device al-Háitham perfected centuries ago are a good lead to reasons untold why the scribe was sentient to his presence in Sumeru.
Not something the seraph minded, all being said. On the opposite, this but one of many proofs of strength his lover has, of authority and control that he hesitates not to put into practise for his own benefit. Despite what methods he may utilize, Dáinsleif knows that never once he sought to inconvenience him.
Moon-bathed lashes open to reveal icy sapphire depths when their fingers intertwined as amorous as ever, telling of a plethora of sentiments deeply rooted in their souls for centuries. Little by little, Dáinsleif has lost all meaning to his birthday, being the long living creature he has become byproduct of a cruel divine curse. One year more meant naught to him, as he needed not the material items of the mortal realm that humans rejoice in receiving them. Reason why he appreciates enormously that al-Háitham caught the cue of his thoughts despite the lack of words that always existed on the matter— regardless of his feelings, the luminary never had the heart to reject a single gift he gave him.
When Dáinsleif believed that there would be naught of importance to celebrate, al-Háitham brings him back to the semblance of humanity still rooted in his being: To be happy for one's birth. That is another way of putting it and in further consideration, the core of this celebration's meaning. Years, decades and centuries of wear and tear alongside phantoms of the past still present in his heart impede him to find any happiness in being alive— but there is something that gives him strength to continue, something that serves as a reminder that there is beauty in life no matter how unfortunate his circumstances may be.
❝I love you.❞ He murmurs gentle and loving, turning his head enough to place a kiss of his own on his lover's forehead. Astral pupils tremble slowly within azure depths, moved by the never extinguishing love that permeates his soul for al-Háitham. I love you are words Dáinsleif hardly ever susurrates, he knows, but they reflect encompass a fan of multiple thoughts and feelings he harbors for him.
Thank you for always staying by my side, even when I was at my utter worst when we crossed paths again amidst the Black Cataclysm.
Thank you for entering in my life. A life without you might have lacked meaning and humanity lost were it not for you.
...Thank you for existing. Yes, that may be a suitable core meaning to birth dates.
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Day 2 of round 2 of Beer Advent Calendars. First was American IPA from State of Brewing. This was a pretty good IPA, hoppy but smooth. Next was Long Route Peanut Butter Porter from Empyrean Brewing Co out of Lincoln NE. An excellent PB Porter, I was happy to revisit this one. Also, I forgot to start my hot sauce Advent Calendar yesterday, so here’s my first two hot sauces, Sriracha Hit Sauce & Jalapeño Hot Sauce.
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vinyl searching (pt. 2) x graham coxon
here’s the second part, hope you guys like it! there’s something about 1999 graham that i just love so much, and i know he was struggling during this time so i wanted to write about caring for him because he clearly needed it during this time.
Pairing: 1999! graham coxon x reader
Warnings: none :)
Word count: 3.166
part one
Requested by anon x
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Me and Graham decided on meeting in a small bar on the same road, a couple hours later in the evening. Once my shift was over, I had scurred off to my little flat in order to put together an outfit that was appropriate. I didn’t want to wear something that was too overtly sexual - hell, I wouldn’t even have the courage to be able to wear something like that - so I decided upon wearing an oversized t-shirt and baggy jeans. Very 90s. However, me meeting up with Graham was probably going to be more for him than it was for me - although I was so happy that me and him finally were able to take our ‘friendship’ somewhere outside of the small record shop that he sees all my life in, it was very evident that he was in need of someone to be there for him. Now, understanding his demeanor and overall attitude to things from the multiple times that we had conversated, I had hoped to be the one that he needed. Although there was many time I could’ve attempted such a gathering previously, you never know when would be the right moment to chip in and attempt to portray the care that you have stored internally for that significant person, and how they would react to that. For Graham it was a much more awkward situation; the only times of our communication were technically only professional, from a worker providing help and service to a customer. That was how esoteric we were to one another - practically known strangers. If I had come across Graham in a supermarket and he had noticed me, chances are that we wouldn’t interact, the only communication we would be able to branch out to one another being a simple ‘Oh hi! You alright?’. You had to build a sort of relationship with someone over a period of time in order to be able to do something like I did, and that is minusing the amount of nerves you'd have, as well as the courage you’d have to give yourself.
After I had finished with my constant worrying about how this meet-up was going to turn out, I left the house to go to the bar. The walk there felt as if I had been repeating the same events that had occurred during the day, just at a different moment in time. Hardly anybody was in the streets, which was quite ordinary at this hour of day, though it always seemed as if nobody left their homes. As I walked past countless convenience stores, hairdressers and fast-food places, which proved to show there was residency above them from the brick wall built on top, contrasted against windows placed as an outlook to life, very ironically used as to convey that nobody was ever leaving their homes, it proved to me just how mundane and repetitive life had become. The distance apart between each sheet of glass to the one adjacent to it being monochrome. Constant. Unchanging. Almost how all of our lives have been built to follow a system of continuous, resolute living, perpetually ignoring how it forces our lives, that have so much undermined potential, to be wasted, to the point we are simply dependent on enjoying life as we admire it. From a window in our bedroom, to which it becomes boring - as all you are ‘admiring’ is the same sight, every single time. And though this way of living may not be satisfactory, or enjoyable in the slightest, protesting against it would not do anything. Strikes from work would not do anything; you still need to live, and to live you need to earn money, money earned from working. It’s a ceaseless cycle which destroys the mere idea of a dream, aspiration, or motivation to carry on. In turn, what is received is the attractiveness of sadness, distress, and melancholy. You cannot shame those for being addicted to something harmful; if there is no point created for their lives except to be a little pawn on the chessboard of this planet, to take a risk and rebel against it is all you can do - though it would only put you in a situation which can cause more harm than good to yourself.
Once I had arrived at the bar, I decided to wait by the entrance so there would not cause confusion for Graham as to whether I was inside the building or not. I had noticed the skies begin to significantly darken in their calming shades of blue, instigating the advent of the evening to commence, however it was not dark enough to see sparkles in the empyrean yet. Though it was beautiful to stare at the single-coloured canvas, questioning the mere idea as to how it had formed such a shade of peace, but also existentially questioning how things come to be. Nevertheless, my admiration for the skies was quickly interrupted. “Hi y/n.”
Shifting my head into alignment with his, I had been greeted by the sight of Graham, facial expression clearly evident of nervousness, though it was attempted to be masked from a small smile curving on the corner of his lip. I noticed he was still in the same clothing as he had been in our previous encounter at the record shop earlier in the day, which caused a grin to paint itself on my facial expression. “Hi Graham,” I chriped, connecting eyes with him for a second, widening my smile that was already plastered on my face. “Let’s go inside.”
Inside the bar was nothing much I hadn’t expected; smoke surrounding the atmosphere from cigarettes, and due to the time being early, the place wasn’t as crowded, but you’d assume it to be from the clouds of smoke that welcomed you once you pushed the door open - you could hardly see the lengthy oak wood table separating you from the myriad amount of drinks that could be supplied to you by a simple asking. Ushering over to the nearest booth available, me and Graham sat opposite each other. The booths were always much more comfortable to sit and relax in, the cushioning of the sofa was almost that of a pillow; it was so cozy it was hard not to fall asleep on them. It was a much better choice of seating rather than the tall timber stools attached to the bar. I never found it appealing to sit there and have a chat with someone; it felt as if my privacy had been snatched away with ears surrounding every place my eyes could land upon. It's a much more peaceful atmosphere in a booth, which I had assumed would be a preferable place for Graham, shown from his quiet demeanour. His quietness was something that engaged me so deeply into him as a person - he wasn’t the type to rush to the bar, get drunk, and go off with the first person he had seen, who he hadn’t properly connected with or perhaps spoken to at all. He was much more down to earth, potentially from the amount of fame he had gained over the past couple years; it makes those yearn for silence, and in turn changes their perspectives and outlooks on simple things like outings with friends, for some may avoid them at all costs out of anxiety and fear of being noticed. You’d think that’s the absolute of their desires, being famous, stealing the hearts of so many, but it becomes so much more than that. The press picking out every ‘flaw’ you have or things that you do, the crowds of youngsters dying to get an autograph as if their lives depend on it, the paparazzi perpetually flicking their cameras only because you trotted on the same street to go to the same shop that every normal person goes to… The amount of eyes constantly on you gets overwhelming. I empathised with those who turned to drugs and alcohol to escape horrible feelings like these. Just like Graham.
“Do you want me to get you anything?” I asked Graham sweetly, my smile still on my face.
“Yeah sure, I’ll have a beer.” He responded, our eyes glued to one another's which made me notice the eyebags that had drooped onto the top of his cheeks; it was very evident that he had attempted to nap before meeting me, which made my heart swell out of pity for him - it was obvious he was struggling to even sleep these days.
I nodded before heading to the bar and ordering our drinks. Waiting for our drinks at the bar gave me time to think over everything that was currently happening. It felt as if my entire day had vanished to this one moment where I had unexpectedly landed myself ordering beverages at a bar with the one and only Graham Coxon. It was a wonder to think about how he was feeling at this current moment. He didn't seem as if he was doing well at the moment, he always seemed so exhausted, and his social skills had become very poor over a couple of weeks. It went from him being very calm and candid in our short encounters, slyly recommending each other music with subtle hints of our liking toward each other, to him forming a much more apparent stutter in comparison to the one he already had, as well as being unable to connect eyes with me for a interminable period of time - it was evident that things were progressively getting worse for him, though I wasn’t going to force him into speaking about anything. I just wanted him to be aware that he had at least a friend there for him, potentially that being the girl that he would always see at his local record store.
Walking over back to the booth, I handed him his pint of beer. “Thank you,” he mustered, almost instantly taking a sip from it before noticing the drink I had bought for myself. “Orange juice?”
I laughed slightly at his shocked reaction as I lit myself a cigarette and took a hit from it, him definitely not expecting that of all drinks. “I don’t really like to drink, it never makes me feel that good.”
“But you smoke?” He questioned, a confused expression plastered on his face, paired with a grin.
“Smoking helps with stress, alcohol makes you drunk and gives you hangovers which simply ruin your day,” I answered back, taking a sip from my drink. “Also orange juice is literally the best juice, alcohol tastes like shit you know.”
A small chuckle escaped out of Graham’s throat, causing my eyes to land back onto him again. I gained the perception that he felt somewhat better about actually speaking with someone, which made me feel so touched and taken aback; I had genuinely felt my heart skip a beat out of sadness and yearning for him. He genuinely deserved better than what was going on with him mentally and physically, and the fact that he couldn’t even celebrate the release of his band’s 6th album was paining - he couldn’t attend a lot of the sessions, not out of detest towards any of his band members, but because he mentally couldn’t bring himself to. He was isolating himself without realising, or he may have realised, but couldn’t do anything to stop it. “I must agree on that… But orange juice is too sweet,” He replied, scoffing. “It’s definitely not that much better than a pint of beer, love.”
Shaking my head out of offense towards his last remark, I inhaled my cigarette once again before exposing the smoke from my lungs. Diverting my stare to the ashtray in the middle of the booth, I examined the built-up ash on the tip from the roll of tobacco crumble off from a single flick of the wrapped up paper. “Anyways, how are you?” I asked him, simultaneously offering him a cigarette whilst doing so to avoid any awkwardness.
After taking a cigarette from the packet I owned, then lighting it, he answered. “I’m alright. What about you?”
“Apart from being offended by you saying orange juice is gross, I’m alright too,” I joked, earning another laugh from Graham. “You seem tired.”
Sighing slightly, I watched him scan the room before answering. “Yeah, I am. What gave that away?”
“Your eye bags, you look like you haven’t slept,” I responded, hoping that what was leaving my mouth wouldn’t come across as offensive in any way. “Not in a rude way, though.”
“In all honesty, I haven’t really been able to sleep recently. Not a clue why.” He replied, taking a hit from his cigarette before copying my actions from earlier and erasing the gathered dust onto the ashtray.
“Oh, I understand that,” I said, taking a long drag of the cancer stick before replying. “Same thing happens to me when I’m stressed.”
As the night went on, we spoke about all sorts of things, trying to get to know one another much more as we were so intrigued by each other’s presence. Over time, he opened up much more, his poise changing from being a quiet, dismal, bereaved person, isolated from society, to one that seemed as if he was enjoying himself by hanging out with a friend. Seeing a beam constantly illustrated on his face made me realise this outing meant more than just ‘meeting a friend’. It was leaving the house for the first time in ages, to simply have a good time with someone. He was gentrifying the bare human emotions that he had forgotten were calloused out of anger inside himself. The atmosphere is much different when we’re separated by the till in the record store, the only conversations we could tend to have surrounding music or the weather that day. I felt so much more connected to Graham in this given moment, and knowing that he was gaining pleasure from this made me feel so much happier. Finally, he seemed content, relaxed, and much more aware of his surroundings, not caught up entirely by his mind and the evilness that he would be manipulated by. It was as if from this simple meet-up, he had realised that there was so much more to life than staying at home, pent up with his own thoughts; to his dismay. And though it can be extremely difficult to overcome the hurdles of not believing everything your brain implements to your mind, the important part was that he was making progress. By merely speaking with another person, about topics completely contrasting the negativity resident in his brain, it takes his mind off of things, and would allow the realisation that he is able to overcome these struggles, with the right support.
We hadn’t realised just how long we had been conversing for, until the room began pouring with young adults ready to enjoy a night with their friends. A quick glance at the clock gave the hour away; it was nearing midnight. The time was hardly wasted, we had both created a friendship and connection with one another which bloomed like roses during the spring seasons. Absolutely beautiful. I knew that what we had formed with each other would last for at least a significant amount of time, and I definitely hoped that it would. “Let’s get going, it’s getting a bit crowded right now.” I said, getting up from my seat - Graham nodding along and following me out.
There was a distinctive change in temperature inside the bar in comparison to the streets. The breeze was more prominent, with the skies now pitch black accompanied with the twinkle of the stars and the picturesque glow of the moon. We both began walking to the end of the street, having no idea what was about to occur, going along with it as if there was nothing else in the world except us two, as if it was just ours, and that nothing else mattered at all. This shared moment between us was the only thing able to plague our minds, for everything else that crossed our minds seemed to be insignificant, with no importance to our lives from here on, no matter how much it had afflicted our minds from apprehension hours prior to this moment. Oh, the vulnerable silence shared between us. How much importance it held towards aiding our minds, providing a certain mental clarity that was simply unheard of, as if a certain point of synchronicity in time was exposed between us, forming it as though, as banal as life is day-to-day was always, there was euphoria. Subconsciously, we were both communicating with each other in a sort of telepathy that was so rare in newly flourished relationships like ours. It was as if I had always been close with Graham, as if he was always a cogent figure in my life, that today was only just another catch-up session after not being able to talk with one another for a significant period of time. We both enjoyed ourselves, and there was no need to say anything about it. It felt as though if one of us spoke, it would erase all the memories of the occasion shared in the bar previously. Nothing could explain the elation my body was feeling at this time; from life seeming so meaningless and dull, experiencing something like this amount of joy came as such a shock to my body - it felt as if I had been drugged with so much alcohol that I was witnessing junctures that were only fragments of my imagination.
Stopping our slow pace at the end of the road, I turned my body to face Graham’s, him copying the same actions as me. Briefly, I stared lovingly into his eyes, a smile perched on my lips, him reciprocating with a beam, purely out of content, not mannerisms. Turning my head to stare at his hands, which awkwardly embraced one another, I mustered enough courage to form an embrace with both my palms - him slightly taken aback at first, to which he quickly went along with the moment. His hands were soft, delicate, and held warmth interlocked with mine. We simply stood there, hands laced together, inhaling the brisk air whilst slow waves of air gushed between us. Nothing could get more perfect than this. It was evident that between us, it was definitely more than a simple friendship, and it was obvious that both participants were not objecting against such passion to be compromised into something more. The action of holding his hand gave the notion that he was not alone in everything that he was undergoing; it was there for reassurance, as if it was me indirectly saying, I know you’re struggling, you don’t have to tell me, and I can tell you seem lonely, but I’m here for you. And I won’t ever leave, or let go.
“See you soon, Graham.”
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Current State of Characters (Shadowlands)
Who: "Courier" Safrona Shadowsun, Propreitor of Empyrean Star Trades in Stormwind
Faction: Alliance connection, but widely open to cross-faction interaction and involvement.
The Shattering between the living and dead realms and the advent of the Mawsworn has drawn who most know as the "Courier" away from typical business. Where the acquisition and trade of the import offices in Stormwind are passed to a new face and a small team of experienced couriers, Safrona herself seems to be isolated to the Eternal City, Oribos, between brief reprieves from her descent into the Maw. The veil of professionalism and pretentious airs has been dropped, a summoned demon often now in plain view to fulfill her role as a Black Harvester. “Contracted” to locate and free a particular soul from the Maw to an obsessive degree, the wine has lost its flavor for the burdened warlock, a needle focus and cold resolve all she can depend on to keep from mental or physical collapse in so much she has not been allowed to personally resolve until her singular, tortuous duty is fulfilled. An obvious discontent and understated anger haunts every word Safrona speaks. She is far from well.
Who: Gravekeeper Anna
Faction: Horde-aligned, Loyal to the Forsaken and a chain of companions. Open to cross-faction interaction.
One of the first to explore the Shadowlands and the Maw through secondary sight of Lost souls long trapped within it, Anna took quick advantage of opportunities even as others lost their way in the broken afterlife, even regaining control of and condemning her own corrupt soul fragment to what she considers a fitting fate, thereby resolving herself of the distraction of guilt and transgression. The Lady Handhour has taken a deep interest with the strangely honorable Maldraxxi, delighting in the discoveries of necromantic techniques the living world has eternally limited itself from. While the Lord Myotis' rescue from the Maw remains a priority, Anna understands more than most that tackling the designs of Death requires a team effort.
Who: Roselyn Ravenblade
Faction: Alliance, will carefully consider cross-faction interaction.
The talk of the afterlife and the Shadowlands remains to be a disorientating subject Roselyn stays far out of. Trying to navigate the city of Boralus and motivate herself to explore surrounding Kul Tiras is enough to tackle for the artist, as far as she is concerned. She has taken big steps from her isolating origins in Gilneas, and now it's time to find out more about the Thornspeakers her father came from...if she can figure out where to even begin. Learning how to finally fully Shapeshift is on the agenda. Eventually. Her artist's fingers itch at the sight of the most beautiful scenery...to the most disturbing.
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Avernus Diphda’s artwork for the “Journal of Legends and Origins of Desolation Alternative” is done. Here is a bonus for you; a brief summary of his character profile (The complete version will be in the main journal):
Name: Avernus Diphda (アベルヌス・ディフダ Aberunusu Difuda)
Story: Alternative Berseria The X (アルタナティブ・べうセリア・ザ・クロス Orutānatibu Beruseria Za Kurosu)
Race: Human
Place of Origin: Far-continent
Gender: Male
Age: 21(Before the Advent)
24 (Events of Alternative Berseria The X)
Height: 185cm (6′1)
Weight: 80 kg
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Bright Green
Blood Type: B
Skin Color: Light
Occupation(s):
Hyland Knight (Previous)
Prince of Hyland (Previous)
The Last Oracle of the Ancient Kingdom of Hyland (Shepherd) (Age 15 - 21)
Shadow of Calamity (Age 24)
Weapon(s):
Transformable Staff (Dreamshadow)
Elemental and Artifact Weapons (Amenoch Bow, Eumacia Bracelet, Phantom Blades, Blazing Whips)
Holy Sword (Caliburn)
Pistol (Siegfried)
Team Affiliations:
The Church of Hyland (Previous)
The Menagerie (Current)
Aifread’s Pirate Crew (Current)
Parents: Orphan (Adopted by the King of Hyland)
?????? ?????? (Real father)
Relationships:
Berseria:
Velvet Crowe (Love interest)
Laphicet (Protege)
Eleanor Hume (Squire)
Lailah the Pure (First Malak, little sister)
????? (????)
Zestiria:
Maotelus (?????)
Alisha Diphda (Descendent)
Lailah the Pure (First Malak, little sister)
Sorey (Far descendent)
(If)Voice Actor(s):
Mamoru Miyano (Japanese)
Johnny Yong Bosch (English)
Avernus Diphda ( アベルヌス ・ディフダ Aberunusu Difuda ) is the last oracle and Shepherd of the Hyland kingdom. After six years of actively fighting the daemons of the far-continent and hearing about Claudin Asgard’s trip to his homeland, he journeys to the continent of Midgand in hope of finding a solution to the overgrowing daemon threat.
Appearance and Personality
Avernus has an attractive, well-proportioned, and imposing appearance. At first, he wears a casual traveler outfit. His hair is shoulder long and brown. After the advent, his hair grows down to more than waist-length. following the death of the code red daemon, Blackout by his hands, Avernus uses the black crystals that the monster made to store malevolence to upgrade his armor to increase his resistance to malakhim’s magic. Later in the story, he makes an oath to Velvet Crowe, which turns his hair blonde back to his original color, and he fashions his outfit with a mix of lighter white clothing with gold ornaments and color-changing feather earrings and feather hair bands. His attire, along with long, blond hair, is what future seraphim base their shepherd’s armatized form.
As an Oracle (Shepherd), Avernus placed people’s lives before himself. After a long and frustrating battle with daemons that in his eyes, went nowhere, he self-exiles himself to Midgand to pursue the legends of the Empyreans and find a permanent solution to the daemons. Later meeting with the Crowe siblings and feeling a close connection, their unjust fate drives him into near desperation. After reenacting his pact with his old friend, Tia, he wears the wolfskin and hunts with the pack, in the hope of not just for vengeance, but for Velvet’s redemption and securing his new family’s future.
Fighting Style
As an experienced Shepherd, he mastered several sword fighting techniques, along with using extreme magic to counter both exorcists/malakhim sorcery and daemons’ corruption. He employs a transformable staff called Dreamshadow, along with spirit swords called Phantom Blades and fire whips. After reaching his hand-to-hand mastery, he creates the ultimate but unfinished close fighting arte of Beast - Lion’s Howl at the age of 17.
After coming into possessions of the Empyrean’s artifacts, he learns Azure Assault and Earth Revolution from the subconscious connection with the Empyreans. Later in the story, he manages to find the broken and ancient holy sword of Caliburn, which Kurugane reforges it for him to channel his artes with Laphicet and Lailah. He wields Caliburn in a reverse-grip technique, similar to Star Killer (Galan Marek) in Star Wars Force Unleashed. Near the end, Zaveid entrusts him with Siegfried for helping the wind malak with Theodora and Aifread, until his quest is complete.
Trivia
Avernus in Latin means Birdless, which is why he couldn't pursue what he wanted in life.
He is named after a famous Earthpulse point in the far-continent where he was found as an infant. The place was considered to be a gateway to hell and underworld.
Avernus was brought up by a Malak nanny called Rosa. She was killed in a daemon attack, prompting him to pursue the daemon horde for a year, ignoring his duties as an Oracle to the people of Hyland. The malevolence in his heart subdued unknowingly by his mysterious malak and companion, Tia.
He wields an ancient power of purification: the Silver Flame, which the young malak, Laphicet, also shares due to being a part of Innominat. After some twists and reveals, it will be known that his connection to the Empyreans and Innominat is far from a coincidence.
He is Alisha's Diphda's fabled ancestor (The one she mentions to Sorey in Black Crystal Armor skit in Tales of Zestiria)
He doesn’t like Normins in general, especially Phoenix.
As Velvet Crowe is based on Morgan La Fey/Yomotsu-shikome (Hags of the underworld that devour anything/Therions in Christianity/And to some extent, Kushinadahime (The true hair princess and wife of Susanoo) he is based on Accolon of Gaul, Morgan’s lover from Arthurian legend, Merlin, and Susanoo of Shinto, the god of thunder and storm.
For reasons that will be revealed in the story, his power over thunder is tied to a well-known Seraphim.
The identity of his real father is a secret until the ending chapters.
Sorey is one of his far descendants but is the strongest in power relevance.
His look is loosely based on Alisha Diphda, and Usui Takumi from Kaichou wa Maid-Sama!
Avernus is responsible for giving Lailah her true name.
He is Lailah’s first true family member.
Please, do not use my art as a reference to Sorey. He’s neither him nor his armatization form.
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Cube Philosophy- Multicolour
For those unaware, cube is a way of playing Magic where you essentially build your own draft environment. Rather than drafting sealed booster packs, you make a set of cards- the Cube, as it were- and draft that, letting you sculpt a particular and typically more powerful draft environment that can be replayed over and over. I’d argue cube is the most personalized and enjoyable part of magic, as it lets you both put your game designer hat on for a bit and lets you express your own ideas for fun magic and drag other people into playing cards you personally love.
When it comes to designing a cube, a question that always comes up is how many multicoloured cards do I run? It can be attractive to put a huge number in- multicoloured cards are often more powerful, they’re often lots of fun, with splashy or unique effects. The problem is that you end up with diminishing returns (not the card, the concept)- more multicoloured cards will attract someone into a set of colours, sure, but it comes with the downside of an increased number of unplayable cards sitting in those sets of colours that no-one is playing. As well, people can feel like their draft is a little on rails if the best option every time is the multi in their section. A lesson I learned from my first cube is that you need to support every card in the cube- I had a cycle of 3-colour cards in it, which almost never got played because the manabase options in the cube didn’t support 3 colour decks well enough.
The way I prefer to handle multicolour cards in cube actually looks a lot like how multicoloured uncommons are handled in most standard draft sets- they effectively serve two purposes, signposts and reasons to be in the pair. There is a third type of card I have deliberately excluded from this section- efficient staples like Terminate are at a minimum as while they are a reward for playing their particular colours they are not enough value in the slot, especially as they aren’t often significantly better than another random spell in monocolour- Terminate isn’t a high pick when its next to Cast Down and Dismember. There are a few cards like this in my cube, but they’re mostly there because I didn’t know what else to throw in, and they’re on my mental chopping block if I get something better going.
Signposts therefore are indicators of what the colour pair is trying to do. Since a lot of my archetypes are a bit unusual, these can help to point newer players into the directions I intended. Staple cube archetypes- red aggro, green ramp, blue control etc- are of course still options, but my multicoloured section indicates a specific direction that is supported in both colours that may not be initially obvious. As an example, my Azorius section has both Pride of the Clouds and Skycat Sovereign- strong indicators that those colours want you to play Flying creatures. It’s important to me that each of these cards be basically fine on their own- sometimes building the X deck doesn’t work out, and you don’t want all of your X cards to be useless if they do, because that’s not a good or fun draft experience. Those two King Mufasas are fine since even if you aren’t playing a skies deck they are still solid evasive threats that shit tokens out if you have nothing better to do, but I wouldn’t play something like Empyrean Eagle, since without other Fliers that card doesn’t do anything. Even monocoloured flying payoffs such as Gravitational Shift can have other uses- Shift in particular can be brutal out of the sideboard against an aggressive deck without many fliers in it.
The other purpose multicoloured cards can serve is reasons to be in the pair, also known as payoffs. These are your powerful cards that are both rewards for drafting well as well as incentives to switch colours if one is running around late. This is your Fractured Identity, your Vraska, Relic Seeker, or your Archon of Valour’s Reach- splashable bombs that say “congratulations, you get to play this now”. However, this also includes more flexible cards than you would normally have access to in monocolour- cards like Knight of Autumn or Izzet Charm, that reward you in a different way. They might be glorified efficient staples but they have the advantage of doing more than one thing for you.
The other thing I have in my multi section is a loose Hybrid section. Hybrid cards are kind of the opposite of multicolour, in that they are actually less restrictive, but for convenience they go in the same section on the list. My idea for these is that they are more generically useful since they are more generically playable in more generic decks, but I’m not sure how well I hit that. It might take a while to clean this up, however, especially considering the only decent Orzhov one is a certain overpowered overpriced kitty (Lingering Souls will do for now).
I’ll go ahead and give a brief summary of my 2-colour archetypes before I go, but I think it is important to know that even if you are in these colours, you don’t have to do exactly that deck! Blue-White might support Skies, sure, but there are still counterspells and wraths aplenty for the ol’ Azorius no fun allowed deck.
Azorius (WU): Fliers, with a slight Blink subtheme. Damaging face and holding up protection is its own reward.
Dimir (UB): Evasion/Tempo with a bunch of Ninjas. Combat damage triggers are their own reward.
Rakdos (BR): Aggressive Aristocrats. Needs some more support. Pinging your opponent to death is its own reward.
Gruul (RG): Slower Midrange with a Wildfires subtheme. Blowing up everybody’s lands and creatures while still being able to play the game afterwards is its own reward.
Selesnya (GW): Faster Midrange with a Humans subtheme. Advent of the Wurm used to be my favourite card and therefore is its own reward.
Orzhov (WB): Doesn’t really have a specific theme outside of hand hate and being really grindy. Stripping your opponent’s hand of all its answers is its own reward.
Golgari (BG): Another less specific one but has graveyard stuff going on. Frankly, getting to play BG midrange is its own reward.
Simic (GU): Flash matters/Draw-Go. Being able to play mostly at instant speed is its own reward.
Izzet (UR): It’s spellslinger, of course it is. Being paid off to play your colours’ best cards is its own reward.
Boros (RW): Tokens/Go-wide. Being able to have a Boros deck with a lategame, or one that isn’t especially aggressive to begin with, is its own reward.
My personal cube list can be found here.
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So we’ve been discussing how exactly the Ravioverse timeline is going to work as a whole, and we managed to figure out an extremely complicated way to make it work and attempted to chart it out. A more detailed explanation of it all is under the cut.
How It Works
The basic idea is that there are three separate parallel universes. They all experience the exact same sequence of events prior to the VoS era, at which point the three universes became close enough to touch and Frost, Blaze, and Gust have their adventure.
This means:
Each universe has an Origin, Empyrean, and Vex, but they never met and never will meet.
There are also three parallel Hyrules that align with each of these Lorules, but the parallel Hyrules never align quite as closely in the same way that the Lorules do.
The timeline within each universe splits into three, just like the Hyrulean timeline; one downfall timeline, one successful timeline, and one vanished hero timeline. However, the universes braided together so inextricably that the timelines from each universe formed ‘timeline clusters.’
This means:
In each universe, the timeline that defines it is the one in which its hero succeeded. Since it cannot follow that the same hero could fail and succeed within one universe, two timelines from the other two universes align more closely with it and seem to ‘replace’ the others, which in turn align themselves with timelines from the other universes.
In the primary timeline cluster, Frost succeeded, Blaze failed, and Gust vanished. This is the universe that we follow in the Ravioverse narrative.
In Gust’s timeline cluster, Gust succeeded, Frost failed, and Blaze vanished.
In Blaze’s timeline cluster, Blaze succeeded, Gust failed, and Frost vanished.
Essentially, no two timelines from one universe can exist in the same cluster.
These timeline clusters appear very similar to a single universe, though they are truly three different universes. Therefore, when Cia began tearing holes in time and space, she tore holes between Lorulean timeline clusters, not a single Lorulean universe.
This means:
During the events of Hyrule Warriors, the spatial divides between the different universe’s timelines weakened and they began to collide.
Hyrule was less affected because three timelines with an intact kingdom converged there, but Lorule had three timelines with the kingdom in various states of disrepair converging.
This is what led Lorule to its state of chaos during Call of the Arcane.
After the convergence, there are only three parallel Lorules again, since the timeline clusters merged into one universe - similar to one another, but not necessarily part of their original universe.
Universe Hopping
In our narrative, the Ravios cannot directly travel through time in Lorule. They can only travel through space, shifting from Lorule to Hyrule - where they can find one of the temporal portals - and then shifting back from Hyrule to Lorule. They use various mechanisms for this including:
The Viola of Space (Viola’s or Space’s)
The Advent Rod (Compass)
Warp’s Mechanism
Since Viola is the first one to start investigating, Empyrean and Origin are both from his universe, as is Compass.
Warp is also from Viola’s universe, but it is from his era that they can hop between the universes within the timeline cluster. Therefore, from Warp’s era, they enter Space’s universe during Battler’s era, where they recruit him, then Sketch, then Space himself. After this, they re-enter Warp’s or Melior’s era (either allows for inter-universe travel) and enter Flow’s universe.
In Flow’s universe, they first appear in Shade’s era, then go back in time to before Viola of Space to find Vex, who is still from Flow’s universe (though there would be no difference in personality or experience between the Vex from Flow’s universe and the Vex from Viola’s). Then, they find Flow himself, and subsequently return to one of the post-convergence eras to re-enter Space’s universe to meet Atlas.
As one final note, if you’re wondering where the Vex of Viola’s era would be, it would be best to assume that he got recruited by a different group of Ravios hailing from one of the other two clusters. The focus group will never encounter them, but it’s safe to imagine that they do exist and are going through a very similar experience.
I hope that made any sense at all, thank you for reading and good night.
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4. Favourite ship?i mean, THYRSUS in terms of visual aesthetic, sky reflected in mirrors in terms of overall conceit, but also shoutout to seance for making easily my favorite post-miracle planet.
.... sorry. sorry. tenfour is consistently great, and i'm VERY into signet/belgard, but tbh with friends@table ships i'm willing and eager to be sold on basically anything
5. Favourite underrated character?i was a big fan of lily lysander! or...... volition...? more axioms PLEASE. i was excited when they introduced ache and kind of disappointed we didn't get more--sure, i know you all feel bad about advent, but that was like three months ago. there's gotta be something more calcified, right?
10. Favourite episode?HUGE soft spot for animal out of context in part because i was entirely taken by the tower game mechanics. otherwise... splintered branch, ringing bell pt 3, twilight mirage 00... the order of things? miracle of the mirage pt 1?
12. Favourite holiday special?sldfkj having just the two seasons to draw from is really cramping my style here. b oth? kingdom game is more collaborative, and really true to the "draw a map, leave blank spaces" directive, also the PCs all kill it..... ON THE OTHER HAND miracle of the mirage has, an abundance of great moments (grand facing independence, "death" of empyrean, sho confronting the cadent) and ends with the planet-ship fusions which (despite the fact that that sequence is emblematic of how large chunks of the special felt a little choose-your-own-adventure in a narrative map of austin's design) is. ENTIRELY my jam.
18. Favourite moment from Marielda?oof hmm, it's been a while. austin smugly revealing his own set of competing twins was pretty good
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Empyrean’s Advent: Day 11
Prompt: “I’ve already called you out of work.”
Pairing: WandaNat x R (Sick Reader)
Wordcount: 855
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You had expected to get sick. You knew it was coming, it was pretty much inevitable after spending so much time nursing Wanda; even with taking precautions, it was still pretty much inevitable.
So, when you woke up only a day later feeling like your head had been smacked full of cement, you couldn’t help but groan. Stifling your annoyance, you rolled over in bed, slowly opening your eyes to see Natasha.
She was already awake, one hand wrapped comfortably over the sleeping form of Wanda who rested, snuggling into the woman’s chest and the other holding open a book which she was contently reading.
“Morning sweetie.” She hummed as you heaved your aching body upright and smiled weakly, trying hard to feign your usual chippy mood.
Only your attempts didn’t quite have the desired effect when your voice came out in a crackly rasp, “Morning.”
“Your voice sounds worst then it did last night.” Nat noted and you could feel her eyes scanning over you. Your voice had been showing signs of deteriorating since last night and you knew Nat had noticed, even if she hadn’t said anything at the time.
“It’s fine.” You sniffled, stretching your arms as you tried to relieve yourself of the aching in your joints, “It’s probably because I’ve just woken up.”
Nat simply hummed as stumbled towards your closet, pulling out a pretty blouse and pair of black jeans, ones which you laid over the edge of the bed whilst you got yourself changed into your shirt.
The room felt hazy and you felt yourself steadily drifting off, as a result you felt yourself jump slightly when Nat abruptly spoke.
“You sure you’re alright to go in today?” She asked, the weight of her growing concern was heavy in her voice, “You dont seem 100% today, you coming down with the same sucky bug as Wands?” She asked, looking down to the sleeping woman in her arms. Although Wanda had been feeling slightly better in the last few day, the clutch of a fever still hung close to her cheeks.
“Im okay ‘Tasha, I just need to finish getting changed” You mumbled but still found yourself sitting down at the end on the bed, your drowsiness winning over your actions.
You sniffled and rubbed at your nose for a second before whipping around and grabbing a handful of tissues from the box which sat close to Natasha’s knees on the bed before trying to muffle a set of desperate sneezes into them.
“Hh-iii’tshhh! Hh..H’iiitshiew! Hh-Hup’tshhiew!”
Your sighed, the sound of which was leached with congestion and fatigue causing Natasha to look at you sympathetically as she carefully rose from the bed.
“Lay back down baby,” Nat whispered as she came up behind you, pressing a loving kiss to you neck as she wrapped her arms around you, “I’ve already called you out of work.”
You tried to cough quietly as you scrubbed at your nose with the tissues before asking the question which had began lingering in your mind, “How did you know that I would wake up sick?”
“Well you’ve been around Wanda throughout her whole contagious period and it was obvious you weren’t feeling too good last night either.” She raised an eyebrow at you, letting you know that your decline in health hadn’t gone unnoticed by her, “Your terrible at trying to hide things from me, y’know.”
It was then that another stuffy-sounding sneeze was heard, only thing time it came from the woman huddled beneath the bed, “Whats going on?
“Y/N’s sick.” Nat sighed as she helped you lay back down in bed, settling you next to Wanda.
“Im sorry I got you sick.” She apologised as you tried to get yourself into some sort of comfortable position.
“It’s not your fault.” You sniffled thickly and twitched your nose, “My stupid nose is all stuffy.”
Natasha’s eyes lit up and she clicked her fingers almost as if she had suddenly remembered something. With a small smirk she went over and began to search through her set of drawers. It took her a moment but she eventually pulled out a small blue plastic jar, one which you recognised faintly.
She came and sat beside you and looked down at your work blouse which you were still wearing.
“May I?” Natasha asked, her finger twirling around one of the buttons on your blouse. You nodded, giving Natasha your approval and with it, she carefully unbuttoned your shirt, gently removing it from you.
She then opened the small jar, and the distant smell of Vicks Vapour Rub rose from within it as she took a generous amount and massaged it into your exposed chest. It felt amazing and you gave a long, relaxed exhale, as it slowly began to open up your sinuses.
“You’re amazing darling.”
“Arnt I just.” Natasha smirked and gave you a small wink which caused you give a small chuckle as she climbed back into the bed, carefully crawling over so she could nestle herself between her two sickly girlfriends. Maybe spending another few days in bed wouldn’t be too bad afterall…
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Advent day 14: And just where do you think you’re going?
Pairing: sick reader x Nat
"And just where do you think you're going?" You hear a familiar voice speak just as you make it to the threshold of the living room.
With a small pout -because yes, you had been caught, and no, you weren't as stealthy as you thought you were- you turn in place and see your girlfriend, Natasha, staring at you with her arms crossed against her chest and a stern eyebrow raised.
You shrink back in place slightly as you wipe futilely at your nose in an attempt at quelling the itch. It doesn't work. "Um, water?" You murmur meekly as your lips form an almost petulant pout.
Natasha simply stares at you and just about manages to keep the smile that's desperately trying to escape at bay.
You looked quite the sight. You were wrapped in several large blankets that dragged across the floor each time you moved. Your hair was like a birds nest as you'd refused to take care of it yourself nor would you let Natasha near it. And then there was your clothes. You were clad in nothing but a sports bra and sweatpants, the cuff of one leg sitting just below your knee.
"You have water." Natasha gestures with her head towards the coffee table where said water was placed.
You sniffle wetly as you try and wrack your mind for another excuse. One sneaks upon you when you feel your nose beginning to run. "Um, tissue. I needed a tissue." You tell her as you yet again try and escape.
Natasha rolls her eyes as she steps in front of you, reaching out and brushing a damp strand of hair out of your face. "There's a whole box on the coffee table baby. Go lay down." She gently instructs as she attempts to turn you in place, hoping to god you'd comply without a fight.
You were always so childishly annoying when sick. So clingy and needy and whilst yes, she did enjoy it -because she loved the fact that you needed her like she did you- there were times she wanted to put your ass in time out.
But oh no. It wasn't ever that easy. You let out a quiet whine of dismay as you clumsily bat her hands away, and Natasha lets out a quiet sigh as she gives you a light push towards the couch.
"Don't make me carry your ass there." She harmlessly threatens, and you let out a loud scoff which quickly trails off into a chesty cough. Natasha pats your back, but doesn't offer much else in the sympathy department. It was your own fault for not listening to her after all.
"I'd like to see you try." You just about manage to choke out. "you're small. You can't-Ahh what the fuck!" You cry out in terror as your feet suddenly leave the floor, and Natasha smirks nonchalantly as she adjusts you in her arms slightly before carrying you over to the couch.
Deciding that there was more of a chance you would stay if she was there too, she settles in the corner with your upper body settled in her lap.
You grumble for a little while -non of which Natasha listens too- before going quiet, your head settled within the crook of her arm and breast. Your cheek was smushed against the flesh, leaving your eye to crinkle up at the corner and Natasha couldn't help but lean down to press a kiss to your warm forehead.
It wasn't long until you'd fallen asleep, your light snores that only ever appear when your sick the only sound to be heard.
"Sweet dreams my pain in the ass."
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New Video: Allah Se Rabtay Ka Tareeqa | By His Holiness @younusalgohar https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIPuipOSkR4
Sayyidi Younus AlGohar gives a brief history of the spiritual sciences and its application in this day and age.
Summary:
- God has placed celestial and terrestrial spirits in the human body. The terrestrial spirits are used to form and maintain life in the body. Whereas the celestial spirits’ functions are ethereal - they communicate with God, love God and see God. God sent Adam the Eminent One with the Knowledge of Eminence, the spiritual sciences, which teaches a man how to communicate with him. Through this knowledge, man’s voice began to echo at the Empyrean of God. In the end, with the advent of Prophet Mohammad (PBUH), God also sent the knowledge through which man could see him.
- The world has been inhabited for billions of years. Approximately 124 000 prophets were sent and 14 000 Adams in total. Before Adam the Eminent One - the Last Adam -God did not grant any of them the spiritual sciences; they could not communicate with God. All their worship would be purely physical. 6000 years ago, when God told the angels to make Adam’s body in paradise, the angels objected.
- It is mentioned in Koran 2:30 that they said, ‘O’ God, are you making Adam yet again? He will go into the world and cause mischief and bloodshed. And are we not enough to glorify you?’ This was because the angels had seen what previous Adams had already done in the world. However, Hadith-e-Qudsi states, ‘I was in the Hidden Treasure and I loved to be known. Therefore I created the universe.’ The very purpose of creation was so that the creation could recognise God. When the angels objected, God told them in Koran 2:31, ‘I am giving him the Knowledge of My Names (Alam ul Asma). If you have that knowledge, tell me.’ The angels replied in Koran 3:32, ‘How could we have the knowledge which you have not given us?’
- With the introduction of the spiritual sciences, God gave the prophets the names of his attributes (Sifati Ism). God sent the Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) with his Personal Name (Zaati Ism). The Stage of Ehsan is that when you worship God, you also see God.
- The knowledge of divine secrets is granted to the Sirri when it is enlightened. Prophet Moses asked for more knowledge because his prophethood was linked to the Sirri. God told him to go to Khidr for that knowledge. The Khafi is the soul that accesses hidden powers. God sent Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) with the prophethood of Akhfah - the most obscure. Through Prophet Mohammad (PBUH), one could reach God. God sent every Grand Messenger with two types of knowledge: outer and inner knowledge. God transfers divine energy, knowledge and spiritual concentration internally - just like how you send emails to one another and cannot see it in transit.
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Untitled (“Were they are now”)
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Humans and Malaks
Malaks in the World
Malaks are a species that have lived in the world alongside humans since the ancient times. Though some malaks descended onto the Earth from Heaven, and some were born on Earth, both are, in the widest sense, beings known as seraphs. The Empyreans, figures of worship for the populace, were the leaders for the seraphs who descended to Earth. The rest of the malaks were said to obey and follow the Empyreans, but both the Empyreans and regular malaks are considered seraphs, and there is no difference in species between them.*
Main Characteristics of Malaks
-They have a long lifespan of more than several thousand years, but they can die from external factors including spiritual attacks
-Although eating and sleeping is not necessary for their survival, many do so out of habit, or as a pastime.
-All malaks have a specific elemental type, and they can induce supernatural phenomena mainly related to their given element (malak artes)
-Their appearance is determined by the characteristics of their souls, so there are some who take the shape of a human, and some who take the shapes of animals like dogs or cats. In the cases of those with human forms, their hair and clothes include colours that indicate their given element
-Although their bodies grow, once they reach the peak of their power, growth ceases
-Each malak carries a blessing. The area in which a malak's personal power extends is called a domain, and their blessing reaches all within it
Birthplaces of Malaks on Earth
-Those who descended from Heaven
After they were born in Heaven, they descended to Earth of their own will thousands of years ago. Though they are rarely to be found in current times, the Empyreans and the malak Zui Fu are examples of these
-Those born from pure spiritual energy
They are born on Earth from the gathering of purest spiritual energy. Since malaks are not blessed with children, new malaks are mostly birthed in this way. In current times, most of the malaks in the world came into existence this way.
-Those reincarnated from living beings, such as humans
Humans or other living beings who die, then are reincarnated as malaks. These are rare instances, and the principles behind it, such as whether it requires resonance, is unknown. The reincarnated malak loses all memories of its past life, but retains its feelings. Very rarely, there are some whose memories return to them.
Relationship Between Humans and Malaks
Humans and malaks live in close contact in the world. However, without a high level of resonance, humans are unable to perceive malaks, and in current times, very few humans with such abilities still exist. Also, the malevolence that humans emit are deadly poisonous to malaks, so there are many malaks who live together in groups far away from all human contact.
It is said that there was a time when many humans could perceive malaks, and a period when Empyrean faith was high. Humans offered prayers to the malaks, and malaks gave blessings to humans. It was a relationship that gave mutual prosperity to both, but humans soon forgot their prayers to the malaks when they grew rich in material wealth, and so the connection between the two groups became weak.
The Main Connections Between Humans and Malaks
Humans
-Humans with high resonance could perceive and make physical contact with malaks
-The pure prayers of a human give malaks power
-Malevolence emitted by a human is poisonous to malaks
-Humans with a suitable disposition can become a malak's vessel, and utilize the malak's power in exchange
Malaks
-All malaks can perceive humans and make physical contact with humans
-Malaks can give blessings to the humans and things around them
-Malaks can be protected from malevolence if they have a vessel to dwell within
Sealing the Malaks' Wills
Roughly 3 years after the Advent, the general masses have become able to perceive the existence of malaks. However, most of the malaks were in a state where their wills were sealed by the power of the Empyrean Innominat. Since they were now beings that acted only under the orders of the Abbey's exorcists and not their own minds, both the exorcists and the general populace saw them as tools. Furthermore, even though the malaks regained their free will later, the people lost the ability to perceive them at the same time, so they were unable to come to a mutual understanding of each other. Many only learnt that malaks had wills of their own after Innominat's influence was lifted.
Resonance
Resonance is a special power inherent in a small number of humans. It allows them to perceive the existence of malaks, daemons, and such. Humans are normally either born with or without resonance; generally, there is no way for them to acquire the ability. The strength of the resonance aside, only about 1% of the humans in the present world possess resonance. It requires more resonance to perceive a malak, than to perceive a daemon. As a result, only very few humans are able perceive malaks naturally.
In present times, after the Opening and the Advent, the Emyprean Innominat was revived. Under his blessing, high resonance manifested within all humans. As such, the general masses were able to perceive both malaks and daemons for a period of time.
Eleanor became the vessel for Laphicet, who was a part of Innominat. As such, she was often in a state of training that was, in a way, directly opposite to the kind that Shigure went through, where Morgrim suppressed his resonance. Also, while she travelled with Velvet and the others, she gained battle experience at a much faster speed than the other exorcists. Due to various such factors, Eleanor's resonance has been increased. Therefore, she could still perceive malaks when the other exorcists lost their ability to do so.
Vessels
Vessels that can protect malaks from malevolence are essential to malaks who live amongst humankind. Malaks can contract pure humans, objects, and places as vessels. However, if the vessel is tainted by malevolence, the contracted malak will also be affected by malevolence.
Originally, the contract was built upon a connection where the malak 'chooses the vessel', therefore putting the malak in a position of leadership. However, when the Abbey sealed the wills of malaks using the power of Innominat, they succeeded in reversing the connection, putting humans in the roles of the leader and allowing them to contract the malaks as they pleased.
Examples of Vessels
Malak Laphicet
Exorcist Teresa > Exorcist Eleanor
The malak Laphicet's two vessels were both exorcists. When his will had been sealed, the Abbey placed him under a contract with the exorcist Teresa. After he regained his own will, he formed a contract with the exorcist Eleanor as his vessel.
Malak Eizen
Van Eltia > Kharlan Coin
The malak Eizen uses objects as his vessel. The Van Eltia was made from a natant tree more than a thousand years old, which fulfilled the requirements necessary for a vessel. The Kharlan coin was used in ancient cultures, and can likely only be used as a vessel by a malak with the power of the Reaper.
True Names
True names are names in the ancient tongue, necessary for malaks to form a vessel contract with humans, or in some cases, given to the malaks by humans. The malak Eizen was named Ufemew Wexub (meaning Eizen the Explorer), the malak Zaveid was named Fylk Zahdeya (meaing Zaveid the Oathkeeper), and the malak Laphicet was named Maotelus (meaning one who lives). Generally, true names use words that express the malak's characteristics and nature.
To a malak, their true name carries a special meaning. When one reveals his true name to a person they are not contracted with, between comrades, it can be seen as a symbol of utmost trust. In other cases, it resembles a confession of love. As such, true names are usually not divulged to others.
Oath
An oath is an arte formula that humans and malaks use to raise the power of their own skills or gain special abilities. By imposing limiting rules and taboos upon themselves, or by paying sacrifices, they are able wield powers that exceed their own limits. Huge sacrifices, or rules that are difficult to keep, yield powers that are correspondingly larger. However, if they break those rules, on top of losing the power they gained, they would be struck by a recoil of equal magnitude. Also, once an oath has been taken, it is impossible to cancel it.
Spiritual forms like malaks can make weak oaths by simply swearing something in their
hearts and imposing rules upon their own actions. Although the results would not be strong, the oath would still manifest. For powerful or complicated effects, it is necessary to go through complicated rituals and trials, as Magilou mentions in the game.
Normal humans have to go through more trouble than malaks, but it is possible for them to execute oaths if they go through the complicated rituals and trials. The knowledge of this possibility has been imparted only to a small group of humans, like the exorcists.
Although it is possible that the exorcist Artorius sacrificed his beloved brother-in-law and sister-in-law to an oath for the ability to seal away his own despair, there is no confirmation that this was a legitimate oath he took.
Examples of oaths
Exorcist Claudin
Oath: Do not kill anyone
Power: Extended lifespan
Claudin, who used to reign as king, received an extended lifespan of almost 300 years by taking an oath, and continued living as an exorcist. Furthermore, although he died because he broke the oath he swore, the oaths that allow humans to extend their lives only grants them about 300 years.
The exorcist Melchior also extended his lifespan using a similar oath to Claudin.
Malak Seres
Oath: To give up her own life as an offering
Power: To complete a special arte formula
The malak Seres gave up her own life to the oath in the end. In return, she received the power to complete the spell that had been placed within her body. This spell was a technique lost in the ancient times, and to repeat it required a large compensation, such as death.
Malak Laphicet
Oath: To become a dragon
Power: To greatly increase his own powers
To become the new Empyrean of void, the malak Laphicet decided to use an oath that changes his form into a dragon to greatly enhance his abilities. As a result, he can freely control the silver flames that purifies overflowing malevolence.
Blessing
Innominat's blessing can be described as 'raising the level of resonance' and 'calming the soul'. (It is a special case where he has two blessings, and it's possible that this is the reason why he requires two sacrifices) But since the blessing is far too powerful, the results it brought were more like 'to erase ego', and 'to erase both the positive and negative emotions = the suppression'.
Since Laphicet is a part of Innominat, the blessing he possesses is a weaker version of Innominat's---to "raise the level of resonance", and to "calm hearts and minds". But when he took the Oath to become Maotelus, the quality of his blessing changed into a unique power: the "flames of purification", which resets malevolence.
Although the details of the other malaks' blessings are unknown, the truth of Eizen's blessing is, without any misconception, 'To bless a person with strict but adequate trials, so as to incite necessary growth for him'. The blessings of most earth malaks are generally types which include growth (or to give life), to raise (up) and support. Eizen thinks that "This world isn't too bad...", which in itself already leads to him bringing to those around him what they often consider 'strict but adequate trials'. Though there are many injured or even killed by the trials, there are also those who survive and grow from them. Why the Aifread Pirates became known as the best pirates in the world, their ability to get past countless obstacles, not to mention their victories against the Abbey, could possibly all be attributed to Eizen's blessing.
*In Japanese, malaks are known as seirei (聖隷) and Empyreans as seishuu (聖主). The name seirei came about because the seraphs were called "Those who obey the Empyreans" or 'Seishu ni shitagau mono' (聖主に隷う「したがう」もの). Shortened to 聖隷, the term is then read as 'seirei'.
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Tales of Femslash - Tragedy
Clap. Clap. Clap.
The only other sound besides the birds was the sound of a horse carrying a lone rider along the path. She was wearing a dark cloak with a hood that covered her head. Her horse was moving slowly along the path even though she could easily have it gallop faster.
Normally, it would be unadvisable for a traveler to go off on their own let alone in the forest. However, recent events had caused a massive decline in the number of Daemons. The world was at a state of relative peace for the time being. However, even the most optimistic person understood that it would not last, but they would try to enjoy it while it lasted and rebuild what they can.
The sounds of birds chirping was soothing. Seeing a rabbit or squirrel run across the forest floor was a welcomed sight. As she continued her journey down the path, something caught her eye. She noticed a family of prickleboars grazing about. The rider turned her horse so she could get a better look at them. Even from afar, she could see it was a family of five. A father, a mother, and three little ones. She wasn’t sure what they were doing, but if she had to guess, the parents were teaching their young how to survive.
The rider continued to observe them from afar, and the prickleboar had not reaction to her presence. They either didn’t notice her, or they could sense she posed no threat. She smiled and tiled her head as she continued to watch.
After observing the prickleboar family for a few moments, the rider looked down and sighed. With her right hand she pulled two items from her pocket under the cloak. They were a hair comb broken in two and a mirror. The rider put them back in her pocket before turning her horse again to continue down her path.
There was nothing block her way as her horse continued to trot along. The rider could close her eyes and breathe in the fresh hair without worries. This was what peace was. This is what peace felt and sounded like. It was a wonderful but fleeting sensation. It was still one to cherish regardless, especially since not everyone could enjoy it. Her destination was proof of that.
Before long, the rider reached her destination. The entrance gate to the once proud village of Aball. A village once filled with life that had been decimated on the night of the Advent. There were only two survivors that night. Technically there were five depending if you counted a pair of dogs and some who had been reincarnated. Whether you did or not, it didn’t matter. There was no one left to tell the tale. It made the rider’s heart ache thinking about it as she clenched her chest. She then shook her head and took a deep breath as she looked upon Aball’s front gate.
The rider got off her horse and removed her hood. She revealed herself to be none other than Eleanor Hume. She was a former exorcist of the Abbey as well as former servant, traveling companion and eventual significant other to Velvet Crowe the Lord of Calamity. She was wearing a black cloak over her usual Exorcist uniform. Her hair was not tied up in the trademark pigtails. Instead, her hair was completely fell straight down in a disheveled and unkempt manner. Without tying it, her hair reached the middle of her back. Her hair lofted in the breeze as she stood between the gate and her horse.
Eleanor slowly approached the gate and opened it herself. When she opened the gate, she took her horse by the reins as she led it to a familiar sight. It was a village filled with buildings and shops, but there were no people to occupy them. The village was devoid of all life except for her and the horse. She had seen this sight before, but she wasn’t alone last time. Eleanor felt a shiver crawl up her spine as she gripped her horse’s reins tightly while leading her through the desolated village.
“Come on girl.” Eleanor softly said out loud to the horse.
As Eleanor and her horse made their way through the village, she thought back to the glimpse or rather dream illusion she had seen. She briefly saw for herself how this village was filled with life and why Velvet loved it so much. It was small, but it was comfortable. A great place to raise a family. Just like her village was.
Despite what happened, the village was still in good shape. The buildings were intact and livable. There was hardly any physical evidence it had been infested with Daemons nearly four years ago. If people didn’t know better, it’d be easy to assume the village folk either fled or moved due to bandit or Daemon activity and left their possession behind in a rush. However, Eleanor knew the awful truth. She learned it from Velvet Crowe herself, and it correlated with other things she learned and witnessed throughout their journey.
The more Eleanor thought about Aball, the more she understood that it wasn’t too different from what happened to her village long ago. The main difference was how Velvet and Eleanor ended up. Velvet was simply more ‘unfortunate’ than her. Eleanor let out another sigh as she continued to guide her horse though this lifeless village.
Even though Eleanor walked slowly, she inevitably arrived at her destination. At the end of the village stood a lonely home that belonged to the Crowe family. Now it stood here without anyone to lay claim or tend to it as seen by the state of the yard. Eleanor secured her horse a tree before her eyes gazed upon the grave stones nearby. They belonged to Velvet’s parents as well as her older sister, Celica, and Celica’s unborn child. All their lives ended long before they should have. It was as if some Divine being had cursed this family with everlasting misfortune.
Eleanor walked to the grave site and looked down at it for a few moments. She did not have any words to say other than closing her eyes and remaining still. Afterwards, she then walked a few feet away from it. She gathered a few stones and place them together a few feet to the left of the grave. She piled them on top of each other to form a mini-pyramid. After she was done, she stepped away and looked down at it.”
“…” Eleanor closed her eyes and remained silent once again. The only sound that could he heard were from her horse and the breeze of the wind that lightly moved her hair.
Eleanor opened her eyes and sheepish spoke, “Well … this is a little more awkward than I thought it’d be. I’m … I’m really not sure what to say.”
There was no one there to respond to Eleanor’s words, so she did her best to think of something else to say. “Well … I made this for you. I know you’re not actually dead, but still … I’m not even sure if I did the right thing by setting it up here.”
Eleanor put her hands behind her back and glanced away from the ‘grave’ as she admitted, “I thought about doing this by the Empyrean Throne, but you know … That’s were La … I mean Maotelus is. I thought it wouldn’t be a good idea to erect a grave there. I figured it might be better to have it here by your family in your home village. It’s not much, but I’ll get you something better someday. You deserve something better than a few rocks, but it’s the best I can do right now.”
“Ah huff …” Eleanor took a breath as she put her hand in her cloak where she pulled out a bottle of alcohol. She smile as she said in an amused tone, “Rokurou told me about how you’d refuse to take a drink because you were 19.” Eleanor chuckled, “Heh. Honestly, that must’ve been the one time you obeyed the law, but I guess that’s you. Anyway, I looked up some stuff on you Velvet and well … I know you’re not 19 anymore.” Eleanor uncapped the bottle and held it over the grave. “I also know that some cultures including this village consider you old enough at 20, so here’s to that.” Eleanor turned the bottle and the alcohol came pouring on top of the rocks.
Eleanor watched the liquid drench the rocks before stopping and quietly saying to herself, “Happy Birthday Velvet.”
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