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Hi,um this is my first time so I'm sorry if the requests are close.So I read a few genshin sagau and what would happen if the reader get smaller if they don't receive love?Like,they turn younger and younger.And 1 of the character found them but instead if the so called imposter, they find a child?What would happen
Again,im sorry.If the requests are close,then pls ignore me.im more scared of getting a reply😭
the young
a/n: requests are open, don’t worry! personally, i don’t plan on ever properly ‘closing’ them, only delaying / putting them on second priority for whatever reason. thank you for sending in a request, and if this isn’t what you wanted, then feel free to ask again!
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-> warnings: unedited stream of consciousness, but not much else! imposter au. slight mention of addiction, probably obsessive behavior / thoughts… rip to klee / diona / dori / sayu / qiqi mains. mad respect though.
-> lowercase intended!
taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky
at first, you didn’t notice.
teyvat, in its loving kindness, had kept you safe after you’d been run out of the city. boars made sure nobody got too close, cranes kept watch, birds fluttered around your small campsite during the night. your loyal guard, always there, inhuman to some but a blessing to you. the people may not believe you, they may run you out and shout for your capture, but teyvat would always be there.
it would lower the boughs on trees as you mumbled about not being able to reach the fruit, it would send smaller companions as you jumped at the size of a crow, it would lead you to areas with smaller and smaller wildlife, all in the hopes that if it made you happy enough, you would stop shrinking.
when you did notice, you were afraid.
you were sitting on a rock, absentmindedly braiding wildflowers together. they seemed larger than usual in your palms, but so did everything else! your mind told you it was just because teyvat’s plants and animals were bigger than the ones in your world, but you didn’t really believe it.
a large raven carefully landed on the rock besides you, eyes peering at your creation. it was huge, the size of a puppy at least.
…a dog, you correct yourself. no puppy is that large.
the bird hops closer, talons clicking on the stone, beady eyes still watching the wildflowers in your hands. it’s large, unnervingly so, and you swallow before turning back to braiding.
when you reach for another flower, it takes more strength than it should to pull it up.
grass bends under determined shoes, eyes scanning the undergrowth. ferns part, your main ducking under surprisingly low branches. they’d heard from the locals that the imposter was spotted around here, and they needed to be the one to find you.
they couldn’t let down their god. they couldn’t let them down, not when they’d already been punished by being deprived of their aura. they didn’t know what they did, they didn’t receive an answer no matter how hard they begged, but they were certain this could fix it. after all, they were still the favorite, right? they still had their weapon, and their artifacts that had taken ages to collect, and they could still sweep away enemies with the same strength.
all that was missing was the precious aura of being close to the creator, a feeling they would do anything to get back.
the memory spurred them on, even as the thicket grew denser. they did their best to push through, the golden shimmer of their weapon being summoned making up for the lack of light filtering through the leaves, but it’s like the very earth didn’t want them going here.
the thought made them pause, but only momentarily. if the earth didn’t want them there, then that meant it was dangerous, a threat to the people nearby. at the very least, they had to see whatever it was to ensure they could bring the proper amount of backup.
as they cut through the leaves and bushes—doing their best to preserve as much as they could, unwilling to destroy what their god had so lovingly created—they began to feel the same thrill in their bones that came from being near their god. when they first noticed they had to stop their progress, leaning against a tree to mumble a prayer of thanks.
they’d missed this. they’d missed it so deeply, a hole in their soul that nothing could ever fill. from being surrounded by it daily, in and out of battle and other errands, to being stranded without it for months… it could only be compared to an addiction.
when they got their wits about them, they shakily drew their weapon once more. this had to be a reward, right? for going out of their way to protect the people? this had to be a sign, acknowledgment from the only one they truly cared about, and it only reinforced their actions. cutting through the brush was hard, a task of which progress seemed slower and slower with every breath, but this made it worth it.
with a final use of their skill—carefully aimed, as they were well aware of how their hands trembled—the foliage gave way, opening into a beautiful meadow. birds chirped and called, butterflies landed on flowers, and a creek bubbled through the center, emptying into a pool on one side. it was beautiful, an area certainly blessed by their god’s love, and they took a moment to look in awe.
“hello?”
the call of a child snapped them from their thoughts, the feeling of a divine aura pulsing in their veins, and they turned to the source.
a small child was sitting in the grass near the edge of the clearing, butterflies and birds surrounding them like a personal guard. in their hands was a braid of flowers, their clothes stained with dirt and grass.
“hello.”
the favored rushed to try and rationalize the situation, thoughts slowed to a drip of honey by the bliss in the air. this… child had to be the reason they were being blessed, right? their god wanted them to save them from whatever the earth didn’t want them to see, right? perhaps the child was one of their vessels as well? though rare, it wasn’t unheard of..
the child stood from the grass, setting down the flowers and attempting to brush some of the dirt off their clothes. it didn’t work as well as they might have hoped.
they cleared their throat, catching the child’s attention. “you should come with me.”
one of the birds besides the child cawed loudly in protest, flapping its wings. neither payed any mind.
“why?”
‘why’ indeed. they couldn’t exactly explain the entire concept of divinity to somebody so young, and it would surely only give whatever monster lied in wait more time to return. if they were a villager’s kid, they would have heard of them being missing, but they didn’t, so no chance of using the ‘your parent sent me for you’ line…
“somebody very important is looking for you,” they settled, taking a step towards them. “and they’ve sent me to come find you.”
please say yes. please just come with me. i can’t hurt a child. i need you to come with me.
i need their favor once more.
to their relief, the child walked closer to them, and they crouched to meet their eyes. the blessing of their god thudded alongside their own heartbeat, their vision swimming at the edges. this is what they were meant to do. they had to bring this kid to their god. this is how they would be forgiven.
the child said something, something along the lines of trust and belief, but they fell on deaf ears. in an easy motion, the favored picked up the child and stood, walking for where they had entered the meadow.
the kid squirmed in their arms, making themself comfortable, but they didn’t stop marching. exiting was far easier than entering, the leaves no longer seeming to fight them—not that it mattered. they had the key to their god’s favor in their arms, and their blessing in their veins. nothing would stop them from returning to their former position, to where they belonged.
nothing would stop them from returning to their god’s side.
#genshin sagau#sagau#genshin#genshin impact#self aware genshin#genshin self aware au#sagau impostor au#sorry for the sudden dip in upload i’ve run out of short things to post and have to decide whether to edit 16k words or start being Original#also like thanksgiving and shit#hm…. how to tag this….#sagau x reader#? yeah sure why not#genshin x reader
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It really, really hurts my heart to see what Christianity- especially American Christianity- has largely turned into. Because if it actually followed the teachings of Jesus it would be one of the most progressive religions out there.
Jesus was a brown Jewish man who had ideas that are radical even today, let alone 2,000 years ago. He was an ally and friend to the marginalized, to all people who society scorned; he regularly associated with lepers, prostitutes, tax collectors (who were hated back then), and other groups who society scorned. I have no problem believing that if Jesus were around today he would stand with today's marginalized groups, including LGBTQ+ people and BIPOC Americans.
Jesus also preached against things like greed and the commercialization of religion, famously saying that it's easier for a camel to get through the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man to enter heaven. The only time Jesus lost his shit was when he saw people commercializing a Temple by turning it into a marketplace; he was so outraged by this disrespect to God that he basically threw shit around and drove the merchants out.
Jesus also said to rend unto Caesar what is Caesar's (basically saying pay your taxes and obey the laws of the land). He said that people who make a big show of praying publicly are hypocrites, and (as demonstrated in one of my favorite parables) that poor people who give up a bigger share of their wealth to a good cause have done more than rich people who donate a proportionally much smaller amount of their wealth even though the rich people have technically give up more money. Jesus was very big on emphasizing the morality of the poor and downtrodden, who in his eyes demonstrated more virtue and nobility than the upper class of society.
And then, 2,000 years later, we have people who claim to be followers of Jesus practice things like the Prosperity Gospel, which literally claims that the richer you are the more God loves and has blessed you. And if you're poor, that's because you're sinful (oh, but if you give the pastor some money, that'll go towards your good deeds and God will find favor with you. I pinky swear).
Rich Christians may donate to charity, but only if it goes to "the right people" and they vote against policies that would alleviate poverty on a mass scale. Discrimination and outright hatred against LGBTQ+ people is fucking rampant because of a couple of throwaway lines in the Old Testament, when as I said above Jesus himself would have embraced the LGBTQ+ community. I could easily make this post twice as long by just listing out the ways today's Christians are not Christlike but I think everyone on this site already knows it.
Christianity can and has been used as a force for good. A great example is during the Civil Rights movement. A lot of organizing went on in black churches, and MLK himself was a Baptist minister. Another example is the Quakers, who had a deep religious opposition to slavery and so played a vital role as abolitionists in both the United States and Great Britain before slavery was abolished. Churches hold fundraisers and donation drives all the time, and in rural areas of many countries they are often the only lifeline their members have.
I wish so badly for Christianity to become largely known for being a tool of collective action, comfort for the marginalized and oppressed, and a force for good instead of the tool of oppression it all too often is now.
EDIT: @prismatic-bell and I had a discussion about this post here about how the story of the money-changers is actually antisemitic in origin, which I had no idea about. I'm leaving the original post unedited but I encourage people to read our exchange.
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Dionysus Epithets, prayers and devotional activities
Βακχος/Bakkhos/Bacchus - frenzied - “Dionysus Bakkhos, lead me in frenzy” - have a rave or dance party in his honour.
Βρομιος/Bromios/Bromius - noisy - “Dionysus Bromios, make my voice heard.” - scream at the top of your lungs.
Μαινολης/Mainôles/Maenoles - raging - “Dionysus Mainôles, let me process my rage” - punch a punching bag or pillow.
Νυκτελιος/Nyktelios/Nyctelius - of the night - “Dionysus Nyktelios, lull me to sleep” - take a night time walk
Λαμπτηρος/Lamptêros/Lampterus - torch bearer - “Dionysus Lamptêros, guide me through the darkness.” - light a candle in his honour.
Ἑστιως/Hestiôs/Hestius - of the feast - “Dionysus Hestios, bless this meal” - make a meal in his honour.
Κωλωτης/Kôlôtês/Colotes - spotted gecko - use as a symbol of Dionysus
Αυξιτης/Auxitês/Auxites - giver of increase - “Dionysus Auxitês, increase my fortunes” - use this as a blessing when starting a new business or adventure.
Φαλλην/Phallên/Phallen - of the phallus - “Dionysus Phallên, make me fertile.” - use a phallic object during sex to promote fertility.
Ανδρογυνος/Androgynos/Androgynus - sexually androgynous (both tops and bottoms) - “Dionysus Androgynos, make me versatile in bed.” - explore dominance and submission in BDSM.
Σταφυλιτης/Staphylitês/Staphylites - of the grape - “Dionysus Staphylitês, allow me to grow like the vine.” - grow a grape plant.
Ληναιος/Lênaios/Lenaeus - of the wine press - “Dionysus Lênaios, bless this drink.” - say this before drinking wine.
Θεοινος/Theoinos/Theoenus - God of wine - “Dionysus Theoinos, I honour you.” - use as his title when regarding this aspect of his divinity.
Αγαθοσ Δαιμον/Agathos Daemon/Agathus Daemon - the good spirit - “Dionysus Agathos Daemon, bring good fortune upon this house.” - bless the house by hanging this message above the door or in your Lararium (if you practice more Roman traditions)
Προτρυγαιος/Protrygaois/Protrygaeus - first of the vintage - “Dionysus Protrygaois, I offer you the first sip of my wine.” - go wine tasting.
Οινοψ/Oinops/Oenops - wine dark - “Dionysus Oinops, protect our brothers and sisters of colour and welcome them into our faith.” - donate to an anti racist charity or buy from a Brown/Black/Blak owned business.
Κισσιος/Kissios/Cisseus - of the ivy - “Dionysus Kissios, May my faith grow like ivy on your walls.” - make an ivy crown.
Κιττοφορος/Kittophoros/Cittophorus - ivy bearer - “Dionysus Kittophoros, bless this ivy.” - Make a thyrsus.
Ανθιον/Anthion/Anthion - of the flowers - “Dionysus Anthion, may the world bloom in your colours.” - make a flower crown.
Κιστοφορος/Kistophoros/Cistophorus - basket bearer - “Dionysus Kistophoros, my my basket always be full.” - weave a basket
Ερεβινθινος/Erebinthinos/Erebinthius - of the chickpea - put chickpeas on your altar.
Διμητωρ/Dimêtôr/Dimetor - twice born - “Dionysus Dimêtôr, welcome me into this new part of my life” - study the tarot card “death”
Αιγοβολος/Aigobolos/Aegobolos - goat slayer - “Dionysus Aigobolos, I make this sacrifice in your honour.” - take part in the slaughter, butchering and consumption of a goat.
Βουφαγος/Bouphagos/Buphagus - cow eater - “Dionysus Bouphagus, bless this steak.” - eat a steak in his honour.
Ανθροπορραιστος/Anthroporraistos/Anthroporraestus - man slayer - “Dionysus Anthroporraistos, slayer of men, destroy those who would stand in my way” - burn a straw man on a bonfire.
Λυσιος/Lysios/Lysius - releasing - “Dionysus Lysios, free me from what is holding me down.” - get a massage to release tense muscles
Ελευθερευς/Eleuthereus/Eleuthereus - of liberation, freedom - “Dionysus Eleuthereus, free me from my chains” break a wooden board in half with your hand (look up how to do this safely)
Ψιλαξ/Psilax/Psilax - (lifted on) wings - “Dionysus Psilax, let me fly high enough to see the bigger picture” - collect feathers for his altar.
Σαωτης/Saôtês/Saotes - saviour - “Dionysus Saôtês, save me from myself.” - address him as this when in times of desperation.
Σωτηριος/Sôtêrios/Soterius - recovery (from madness) - “Dionysus Sôtêrios, enable me to recover from this dark episode of my illness.” - go to therapy in his honour.
Πατρωιος/Patrôios/Patroeus - paternal, ancestral - “Dionysus Patrôios, Divine Father, guide me with your wisdom.” - trace your family history/ do a dna test
Αισυμνητης/Aisymnêtês/Aesymnetes - dictator - “Dionysus Aisymnêtês, Divine Ruler, I trust your plan for me.” - make a big decision with your faith in mind.
Πολιτης/Politês/Polites - citizen - “Dionysus Pilotês, stand up for the rights of the common people.” - attend a rally or pride event
Αγυιευς/Agyieus/Agyieus - protector - “Dionysus Agyieus, protect my homeland from harm.” - make a ward around your home.
Μυστης/Mystês/Mystes - of the mysteries - “Dionysus Mystes, bless this party” - throw a bacchanal
Χθονιος/Khthonios/Cthonius - of the earth/cthonic - “Dionysus Khthonios, older than the earth.” - pray to him outside, on the ground.
Μελπομενος/Melpomenos/Melpomenus - performer (in Greek tragedy) - “Dionysus Melpomenos, mask my emotions.” - make a theatre mask of Dionysus.
This is the completed version! If you like this list I would appreciate a small tip or patreon subscription, as it took hours to put together :)
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could I also ask for some general relationship/romance hcs with michiko & norton?
-📀 anon
OBSERVER'S NOTE :
“ Ooh, Michiko and Norton, hm? I see... I can do these two, no worries. They have been on my list, anyway. Hopefully this is up to your expectations, 📀 anon. I tried my best with these two. ♪
Oh, and I'm trying a new format. Hopefully this is more easier to read. The last thing I need is for this to look.. Clunky. ”
General Romance HCs for: Michiko & Norton Campbell
Romance? What romance? Norton had expected the concept to not be possible with him.
Because of his past, he actually thought that life would be cruel to him. He's lost his companions in the accident... Others thought of him as a scumbag... Why would you think that he would be blessed with romance of all things?
The biggest thing that had changed his perception was definitely when he came to the manor. Enduring night terrors wasn't the greatest, and because of the life-threatening and altering events he endured, he's built up walls to protect himself.
He actually had nightmares of it- the gnawing fear feeding into the trauma he endured, the many times he had pushed others away, even using them in the past as stepping stones...
Norton truly thought that he was the scum of the Earth. A dead man. He does not deserve something so... So foolish and sweet as love.
... And yet, when he does fall in love?
He falls hard.
Don't get me wrong: a man of his caliber and experience is not an easy one to romance. He's a stubborn soul till the end, and can even be spiteful, too. But during his time in the mines and even with others in the manor, he's learned a few things on romance.
He likes to take the matter slow. He rushed into a few things himself in the past, and it has cost him. Because of that, he learned to take his time and ease himself into the relationship.
He, like Grace, likes collecting things. However, he would only collect authentic and real gems and minerals, often showing it to his lover when he deemed them to be trustworthy.
Norton is a bit of a flirt, but not overly or over the top. He likes to take it on a subtle turn, making sure that only he gets to see his beloved flustered or act embarrassed.
Contrary to popular belief, he's actually touch-starved! The Prospector likes to hold his lover close and show his affection that way, often opting to kiss parts of their skin and even trace words on the palms of their hands. However, if his lover expressed that they want to hold him and do the same, he might act a little... Adverse.
Be gentle with the man, please. Even if he pulls away, he will secretly thank his lover if they insist and help him stomp out the uncertainty cropping up on his mind. Even when in a relationship, he has moments of self-doubt and self-destructive behaviors, so it would do some good if his lover is able to get him out of it.
He would sometimes toss a magnet to them if he sees them in a match, mostly to get them away from the hunter, or (if its a friendly match), just to hug them. What? Can't he do that?
Hehe, how cruel... Of course he would do that.
In special days and anniversaries, he'd even have some dates planned. Getting stuck in the manor doesn't yield much date plans and locations, but with his lover and in love, the Prospector will do anything to make it special.
God knows this man is protective, and to a bigger fault than people may think. If there is someone that would put his lover in harm's way or even something in the match going awry, he'd be there to shield them.
He may dislike getting hurt after, but seeing his lover safe, it felt like getting new scars is worth the effort.
A man with a streak of misfortune as Norton is, there's a lot of mystery behind the once greedy survivor. Although now that he's a lot more... Lax, he's able to show his love to his beloved if they stuck by his side for so long.
Despite seeing the prettiest of jewels and minerals, to him, his lover is the prettiest and rarest of them all.
“ ... Sometimes, I wonder what makes you attracted to me. We're both opposites, but I guess that's what makes the saying, ‘Opposites Attract’ true, hm? ”
Oh dear... Michiko is probably not the best with romance. Or, at least, rekindling it.
Let's just say the Geisha has had her experience with love. She had fallen in love with Miles, after all, and after all that she endured, she has yet to return to it when she was still in grief.
Much like Norton, be patient with the lady. After her first time, she's a lot more wary and wouldn't want to hurt someone's feelings for her withdrawal nature.
She is a little avoidant of romance in this aspect at first, thinking that she herself did not deserve any sort of affection from others. Combine that with the prejudice in the past...
It is understandable on why she's too cautious of people, and especially to those who like her, yes?
Although she may be reluctant to start again in the aspect of romance and courting, she has her own ways to show she likes someone once she has fallen for the person in question.
It is a bit of a slow burn before she gets to really liking the person, considering the underlying trauma and fear she has in showing her vulnerability. She's still trying to recover through it, but sometimes, she would contemplate on what makes someone so... Special.
Although, when she fully falls for the person, that is where the actual healing path starts and her desire to love again.
She used to do performances due to her job as a Geisha, so she would often show said performances to her lover if they wish to see it.
A woman that respects tradition despite the prejudice she endures from Westerners, she would teach her beloved how some of them operate, just so they would know how things work and especially when a special occasion comes.
Michiko is a woman that values quality like most, but she does have a bit of a habit in tending to her beloved's needs like a quiet wife should. She would do it without even thinking much of it, giggling when she see the embarrassed look in her beloved's face.
What? It's cute, come on— admit it. It isn't every day you really get to see her smile now, is it?
She often likes to be the one to put on makeup for her and her lover, depending if they really want to dress up with her. She would also be the one to manage their outfits, sometimes having others help in tailoring specific costumes and keeping it hush-hush.
In matches, Michiko would often travel with her beloved around the map whilst speaking to them. She wouldn't mind having to listen to some stories with them, or even speak about her own tales. If they're lucky, she'd even put on a little show for them and the other survivors!
The butterfly she summons out of resentment seem to flock over to her lover, akin to a moth drawing itself close to a flame. It is interesting when this happens, because Michiko would swear that they like her lover more than herself.
It did came with a downside, in that sense that she would find herself dashing over to her beloved in her Prajna form when she wasn't feeling up to being nice.
Not that she minds, really— have you seen her grab emote? Yes. She'll do that to her lover if that was the case.
Speaking of her Prajna form, she would actually use that form around her lover rarely. Though, when they desire it, she will turn into that form and let them do what they wish.
She is a lot more unhinged when she's in that form, but miraculously, the lady would act like a domesticated beast and wouldn't even think of acting on her urges when she was not in her beauty form.
She does express her shame switching into it sometimes as she doesn't like to scare her beloved. The Prajna form is only reserved to matches and if there's people she really, really dislikes. Almost heavily so.
However, if her lover expressed that matter with an affirmative or a comforting statement, she will ease herself in showing that form more often.
Geisha is one of the few hunters that have experienced love, and although it left her with a bad experience, she is doing well and is healing through the love shared with her partner.
All it takes is patience and honesty— after all, she has endured so much in her time.
All she truly desires is for life to be kind to her, and to give her another shot of romance.
“ My beloved, it's a pleasure to see you again. I have something I wish to show you— a performance for you, as today is a special day. Would you like to see it? I'm sure you'll love it. ”
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#✎ . . . 「 𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙋𝙏𝙎 」 ➠ ❝ headcannons ❞#✎ . . . 「 𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏 ! 」 ➠ ❝ answered ❞#✎ . . . 「 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍 」 ➠ ❝ Norton Campbell ❞#✎ . . . 「 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙂𝙀𝙄𝙎𝙃𝘼 」 ➠ ❝ Michiko ❞#identity v writing#identity v#idv#idv michiko#idv norton#identity v norton campbell#identity v norton#identity v michiko#identity v geisha#idv geisha#idv headcannons#idv hc#identity v headcannons#idv x reader#identity v x reader#idv writing#identity v hunter#identity v survivor#identity v x you#idv x you
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Hey! your writing has literally been making my life atm ❤️ i wanted to request a quaritch x fem reader but the reader is heavily tattooed and he has a moment when he asks her what each of them mean n stuff I feel like he’d be super into this (plus lowkey be turned on bc not being bias or anything but I think a heavily tattooed chick is hot hahaha 🤣) I’m a tattoo artist and like 95% of my body is covered in Tatts and piercings so this would like make my day 🥰
keep up the amazing work ❤️ x
OH MY GOD. I love this idea!! I have several tattoos myself and this idea spoke to me. Thank you so much, I completely agree women with tats *Muwah* chefs kiss. Thank you so much! I do my best, very blessed to have so many lovely anons! ❤️😘
Work of art~ Na'vi Quaritch x Fem/Reader
Warnings: are tattoos even a warning? I know some people are squeamish so just in case. Fluff! Quaritch being all sweet. Talk of life experiences, loss of friends/pets.
(Y/N) drank down her water eagerly, finally relaxing after an intense work out session. Heading back to her room she collected her hygiene products, starting her shower. Once she stepped into the hot stream of water a sigh leaving her mouth as the relief the water brought her muscles.
Once completed with her shower she slipped into a towel, securing it around her chest. Picking up a bottle of moisturiser walking out into her sleeping area surprised to see Quaritch sat on her bed, waiting for her. He had done this before. Only when he needed comfort, she was simple to him. He knew exactly how he felt about her and that gave him a sense of great comfort. A chuckle left her lips as she walked past him rubbing some of the product over her arms paying special attention to the areas that held ink within the skin.
"I never asked" Quaritch spoke, eyes lingering on different parts of her body "Do your tattoos have meaning?" He was sat with his elbows braced on his knees, he was clearly interested, maybe even a little guilty he hadn't asked before in the previous month that the pair had been dating.
"Some" She smiled, "But not every tattoo has to be special-" She dropped the towel to attend to the rest of the her skin, once again paying close attention to her tattoos. "My first was kind of impulsive, I knew I wanted to get tattooed for a long time. One day I decided to say fuck it" She shrugged and opened her arm to him, showing small octopus on her forearm. "It's my favourite animal, this" She traced a larger floral design tracing up her right thigh and over her hip. "My great great grandmother used to tend to her garden daily, my grandmother pressed some of the flowers before things got really bad on earth. When I found the scrap book with the flowers I knew I had to get it"
"It's beautiful" He spoke in awe, she was naked, stood before him but all he could do was admire the art work that covered her skin.
"This" She leaned down running her thumb over the words 'whore' that were written above her knee "Was a dare from a friend, and honestly I regret it a little. But its funny"
"I don't get it" He was puzzled leaning forward to pull her towards him by her hips. A laugh left her lips.
"Whore, Knee" He rolled his eyes at the pun
"What were you, 17?" He shook his head chest rising and falling with a chuckle.
"18" She corrected. "I have several tattoos of show's and movies I watched growing up"
"What does this one mean" His thumb ran across a complex connection of knots over her lower abdomen, just above her pubic bone.
"Its Celtic, it's connected to femininity" He nodded understanding. His fingers dancing over different parts of her body, her shoulders, collar bones, neck and hands. Inquisitively asking the meaning behind all of them.
"Okay how about this one" He placed his lips against a solid black cat underneath her collar bone where the shoulder meets the chest. A hearty laugh left her lips.
"I was drunk, and I don't remember the logic but it had something to do with proving I had bigger balls that one of my friends." He laughed with her. "Tattoos, they are stories." She spoke "They detail you're life, explain growth and maturity and they don't all have to be special. But every one has a story behind it, they are made special by the people who do the work" she smiled placing a kiss on his nose "Plus I like the pain a little" A twinkle shone in his eye at the confession.
"Well I think you make the art work look way better" He began littering kisses down her chest. "You sweetheart are a work of art" She laughed embracing his affection.
"Plus tattoos are super hot, right" He hummed against her skin. licking and sucking leaving light bruises in his wake.
"You are so much hotter because you wear your body with pride, as you should" He moved his position to lay her down on the bed, smirking up at her as he kissed over the different tattoos covering the skin of her thighs and legs. "How about now?"
"What?" She giggled in confusion she looked down to see him wiggling his eye brows lips littering over her knee.
"Ya in the mood?"
"You mean am I Whore knee?"
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Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Chapter Eleven
Summary: Strange’s faulty spell will cause a series of unexpected events, from your reunion with the love of your life in another world to the appearance of a child capable of traveling across the multiverse. This story follows the journey of a very tired Guardian alongside mischievous America Chavez and Scarlet Witch.
Warnings: (+18) explicit language and sexual content, violence, a lot of magic, found family, mentions of abusive past and trauma, mind control, use of illicit substances, mostly top!reader, soulmates analogies. CW: a bif of fluffy and pining. | Words: 5.501k
A/N-> Can't believe we are already here, only 6 chapters left and smut is coming tomorow!! anyways, thanks for all the reblogs and reviews, i read them all but i haven't had the time to reply to any yet (i'm using my last vacation week to play videogames haha). Hope you guys like this one, good reading!
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Chapter Eleven - The Library of Alexandria - Part Two
The place only seemed to get bigger as you advanced inside. Aarif didn't seem too concerned about making sure that you didn't lose sight of him, walking - or rather hovering in the air - as he led the way through the innumerable stalls and corridors.
You went ahead, but just as you arrived in front of an entrance that read in Greek 'Dark Magic Session - Kingdom One to Earth-1999' on a gold plaque on the wall, Aarif stopped and raised a hand to you.
"Miss Maximoff, please, your copy of the Book of the Damned."
You raised a brow, and made mention of handing over the book, only for Aarif to let out an impatient sigh and correct:
"Miss Wanda Maximoff."
You chuckled, but Wanda gave you a gentle nudge in the ribs and took the book from your hand, raising her chin to Aarif.
"What if I refuse to give it back?"
Aarif let out another impatient sigh. "Your copy is already overdue, Miss Maximoff, let's not test the furies of the gods further."
"But what happens if I don't return it?"
"Aarif doesn't take care of repossession." He replies disinterestedly, and Wanda gives a little smile.
"Oh, so you don't know."
"Aarif doesn't like questions, because Oshtur made Aarif a librarian, not a tour guide."
"And who did Oshtur put as a collector of overdue books?" You ask curiously as well, and the birdman sighs, but answers.
"For books of darkness from realities Alpha 1 through Beta 22, the collectors are the Soul Eaters, for realities beyond Gaea's blessing, we send the Necromon for paperback editions, and for manuscripts, we send the Demons-"
"We get the message." You interrupt with a nervous chuckle. "Evil soul-eating guys. The book is here. Wanda, give it back, and let's get this over with."
The witch sighs lightly, holding the book against her chest.
"Just one more question Mr. Aarif." She says receiving a grunt from everyone. "You said my copy of dark hold as if there were more of them."
Aarif let out a mocking chuckle - the sound resembled a little bird singing - and nodded to Wanda.
"Of course, it's your copy, Miss Maximoff. What a silly question, humans are so odd." Aarif muttered to himself, and instead of continuing, turned his body to the side and gestured to the door. In a second, a shelf appeared from the wall like a train and high speed, and you and the girls took two steps backward in fright, but Aarif didn't seem the least bit shaken by the sudden appearance, the wind ruffling his feathers.
When the shelving stopped, Wanda let out a surprised exclamation at the amount of Darkhold's - of the most diverse sizes and shapes - properly stored on each shelf.
"Earth 616 edition of the Books of the Damned, the Darkhold." Announced Aarif and the shelves moved and arranged themselves until there was an empty space just within reach of where Wanda was standing. "Please, Miss Maximoff, return the Darkhold to our collection."
Although she reached out to fit the book into its separate spot, Wanda muttered impressed:
"There are so many of them."
"Yes, yes, one for each world where Chthon wrote it." Aarif commented uninterestedly. Wanda's copy snapped onto the shelf and a little gold plaque appeared at the bottom with the reality information Aarif had mentioned earlier, plus the addition of Copy of Scarlet Witch Wanda Maximoff to the title.
"Can I read the others?" Wanda asked quickly as soon as Aarif made mention of gesturing for the shelf to come unstuck, and the birdman let out an unsatisfied grunt. Wanda was ready to take it back when the man marched off into the corner of the room, to a table much like the one in the other room that seemed to have come out of nowhere, and pulled a small notebook out of it.
"They always want to read more, it's never enough. Always, Aarif can I read what was not assigned to us? And Aarif has to make notes of this and that." The birdman started mumbling to himself on the walk back to you, until he stopped in front of Wanda, took a pen from his uniform pocket, and looked at her. "Come on, without delay!"
"I can choose any?" She asked in surprise with her eyes shining.
"The loan is yours after all." He replies.
But before she took another step, you touched her forearm.
"Wanda, let's not go through that again."
She hesitated but smiled small at you. "But here, he can't influence me. I need to study more about myself, Y/N, and only darkhold talks about the Scarlet Witch." She declares and you are ready to agree against your will, dozens of ideas on how to keep Wanda from falling under the darkholds influence again, when Aarif's nasal laugh breaks the moment completely. You and Wanda look at him with confusion, and he sighs as he realizes he will have to answer another question.
"Now, who was it who told you that only Darkhold has articles about the Scarlet Witch? Humans, weird creatures." He grumbled, and before you could ask, he gestured for the shelves to shift again.
When they stabbed into dozens of blue books, he spoke:
"Look, all the copies of the Books of the Sages, Scarlet Witch articles on pages 12, 87, and 1902." He said, and switched the bookshelf again, to now transparent books. "All copies of the star paperbacks of the People of Heaven. Deluxe Edition, the White Witch and her assignations." He continued and switched the shelf to gold books. "Here, to advance Miss L/N Maximoff's loan, all copies of the Book of Vishanti quotes the Scarlet Witch on pages 673, 912, 18,430-
"I want that one right there." You interrupted by nodding to the one that caught your eye the most, on the highest shelf. Aarif didn't seem to mind being interrupted, and the shelves moved until you could reach the book you chose. "And can Wanda take one of those, too?"
"Well, Aarif is here to make the records after all." He grumbled half-heartedly. "Take your pick and I'll write down the name."
"I'll have one of each." Wanda declares without hesitation and Aarif lets out an exclamation, his feathers fluttering.
He doesn't stop grumbling for the next fifteen minutes.
When you leave that hallway, it is a great thing that books are charmed to follow you around, because you and Wanda have dozens of volumes that could not be carried by just two pairs of arms.
America is the only one who follows her assignment, leaving the shelf with only a pocket-sized book on Interdimensional Teleportation, and that seems to make Aarif very pleased. He leads you to a very nice open courtyard where you all occupy poufs on the floor and books are arranged around you.
"The library closes at midnight, don't try to take books you haven't borrowed." Aarif warns and before he can leave, America calls out to him.
"How will we know what time it is?"
"Little girl who respected her designation, look at the clock." He replies, gesturing to the wall - where a cuckoo clock had just appeared that was certainly not there before. - And America smiles.
"That totally wasn't there before, birdman." She retorts, but Aarif just gives a lighthearted chuckle and turns toward the inside, going back to grumbling about the countless entrances he would have to make.
You wait for the glass door to close before settling better on the soft pouf and commenting:
"I don't know why he got so grumpy, it's not like he has a lot of customers."
America nods in agreement, but Wanda - who is already holding A Guide to the Great Universal Library of fallen Alexandria in her lap, raises her eyes at you.
"Actually, I don't think Aarif ever stops working." She says, and you almost don't pay much attention to what she says next, because Wanda straightens up on the pouf in a way that your arms are touching, and you have a wide view of her collarbone so close to your face. "It says here that the library receives everything from the purest creatures to the banished spirits. All the knowledge of the Multiverse is contained in this place. But you can only see those who have come with you."
"Cool." You mumble trying not to sound so affected, and are lucky that Wanda is too excited about reading to notice the way you are holding your copy of the Book of Vishanti even tighter than necessary as she settles even closer-
"[...] It says here that the legendary and immortal Aarif receives visitors at the appointed time and hands out copies of the knowledge they have become worthy of possessing or knowing during their lifetime."
America looks at the way you are blushing, and rolls her eyes with amusement, letting out a chuckle before practically lying down on the pouf and entertaining herself in her own reading that was sure to help her understand her powers better.
"The most interesting thing is that it says that Alexandria is a neutral zone, see in this heading? No magical, mental, or physical influences may be distributed to readers in the vicinity of the Library, as established by the bylaws of the interdimensional realms." Wanda reads excitedly. "That means I can read darkhold here, all I want, and Chthon will not gain any dominion over me."
"F-fantastic." You retort with your cheeks burning because Wanda is smelling fucking good and it's very hard not to lean in. You put more distance between you before Wanda can notice, settling back in your seat. "Let's read as much as we can before midnight."
"Well, we can always go back tomorrow…" Wanda mumbles trying not to think too much about you pulling away, and clearing her throat as she settles better against her seat.
"Of course Wanda." You mumble back, trying to focus on the lyrics in front of you and not your irregular heartbeat.
Time seemed to pass much faster there, or maybe it was because the three of you were so absorbed in reading.
Aarif came back into the room pushing a cart with books of various sizes.
"Fifteen minutes until Alexandria closes." He warned taking the three of you out of your focus - Wanda, was setting up some kind of mural of mentions of the Scarlet Witch with several open books, you were trying to dodge Oshtur's oath or find a Guardian's Forge Removal spell, and America was testing out the new trick she learned, the pocket portals.
"Aarif, wait!" Wanda called out before he continued pushing the cart away. "Can we come back tomorrow and continue our reading?"
He sighed. "Never satisfied, always more and more..." He grumbled but nodded in agreement. "Be aware of the time limits, Miss Maximoff." He remarked before turning back to walk.
Wanda sighed slightly, and you looked at her curiously. She crawled to a farther pile where she had tossed the book A Guide to the Great Universal Library of fallen Alexandria and tossed it into the air - the object floating majestically to your lap - and sat back down in front of her small collection.
"Usage Guidelines, page 72." She told you, and you sighed softly as you began to look.
The Rules were simple and clear. For books assigned to you, the term is extended to the duration of one's worthiness. For books borrowed for internal use, three days.
You let out a loud grumble. "But that's not fair! How do they expect us to learn everything in three days?"
Wanda doesn't take her eyes off the sheets to say:
"They don't expect it." She replies. "The Library is not there for visitors to study, the books are here to be preserved. For what happened in Alexandria, all that knowledge, is not to be lost in the same way. It is a courtesy of the gods to allow the visitors to read."
"It's kind of fascist that' for sure." You grumble annoyed, and Wanda gives a chuckle.
"Sure, but they're not at all wrong aren't they?" She retorts looking at you over her shoulder. "It says there that every copy, of every knowledge that ever existed or ever will exist, ends up in Alexandria. They are copies, Y/N. No one is being prevented from acquiring this knowledge in their home universe, but this place is for preservation, not consumption. How long do you think it would take to be destroyed if it were opened to all the creatures of the multiverse?"
You sigh lightly, closing the Guide. "I guess we'll never know, Wanda." You say as you stand up. "But I need to ask Aarif how to get a designation pass."
"I think there's something about that in the guidebook..."
"No, no, I want to bother him." You declare with a chuckle, hurrying not to lose sight of the birdman, and Wanda gives a short laugh without insisting.
But about five minutes after she was left alone with America, Wanda sighs softly and raises her eyes to the girl on the couch.
"Hey, Chavez."
America hums signaling that she is listening. Wanda sighs again.
"I wanted to, hmm, apologize to you." Says the witch hesitantly, and America lowers the book from face height with a surprised expression. Wanda wastes no time in clarifying, "For getting inside your head and using your powers without permission. And well, for before too, for the monsters I sent."
"Wait, that was you?" America exclaims in surprise and Wanda cringes a little embarrassed as she nods.
"I was trying to take your power, and I'm sorry."
"Well, yeah that sucks, but you can kind of control them? What a neat thing! And they obey you from another universe? How do you do that?" She asked excitedly, leaving the closed book in her lap and sitting up better in her seat.
Wanda gives a surprised giggle. "Yes, hm, they follow my commands, because of chaos magic. I can conjure them too. I could also see the fights through their eyes if I concentrate hard enough..."
"So cool!" America comments, but then lets out a soft grumble. "Damn, that explains why I was doing so well."
Wanda blinks in confusion. "What?"
"Well, you were controlling the monsters and we must have fought hundreds of them and I never got more than a scratch. Y/N thought I had some kind of lucky totem, and we had a point system for who could beat the most creatures and I was doing pretty well, but I guess that's just because you didn't want to hurt us."
Wanda swallowed dryly, nodding softly at the story. In Chthon's control she didn't realize that, how much she didn't want to hurt America, and sending monsters over her control was as much as she could do to reel the god in and avoid the worst.
"I think you were doing just fine, America." Wanda assures with a small smile, but the girl looked a little sheepish, dragging her feet on the carpet.
"Yeah, I'm not so sure about that." She grumbles, and Wanda blinks in surprise.
"Why do you say that?"
America sighs and shrugs, not meeting the witch's gaze. "It's just...all of this is kind of my fault."
"All of this?"
"Yeah, Wanda." America grumbles upset. "If I knew how to use my powers right, I would have brought Y/N back within the time you two agreed upon, and you wouldn't have fallen under the spell of the evil book. And then you wouldn't have fought, and I wouldn't have taken us to so many horrible places and-"
"Hey, America, that's not true." Wanda interrupts by approaching the girl and placing a hand over hers in her lap. "You've been helping us a lot."
America gives an incredulous laugh. "As if."
"I mean it." Wanda gently insists and offers America a small smile when the girl meets her gaze.
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm." Says the witch. "You helped Y/N find her way to me, even though that was not your responsibility. You were very brave and strong the whole journey, and you had no way of knowing how much time was passing in my universe, so you can never blame yourself for the delay. And America, you may not be in control of the universe where we are going, but you are certainly doing something right."
The girl's eyes well up with tears, and she sniffles a little. "You think so?" She asks unsurely, and Wanda nods quickly.
"You always send us where we need to go in a certain way." Wanda explains. "When Y/N and I were fighting, you sent us to a world so destroyed that we needed to work together. And then Y/N needed help, and you sent us to one with a witch health system." Wanda continues with a chuckle that America accompanies. "I know you are learning, but you are already much more talented and stronger than you think."
America smiled affectionately, and Wanda moved her fingers to twitch her nose affectionately making her chuckle.
"Can you forgive me for everything, little troublemaker?" The witch asked, and America nodded without hesitation.
And to surprise Wanda, she hugged her by the shoulders.
"It's okay, Y/N told me you've been through a lot." She whispered and Wanda had to take a deep breath to keep from starting to cry, feeling her chest warm with tenderness.
As soon as she let go of America, they exchanged a complicit smile and the girl asked if the witch needed any help with the reading. Wanda was in the middle of explaining what she was doing when you reappeared.
Running away from the floating and evidently angry librarian, and laughing at his attempts to hit you with what looked if a wooden stick.
"Aarif is tired of your questions, nosy guardian!" Accused the angry man, and you just kept laughing, jumping up a pouf at high speed to grab America by the hand and pull her with you - giving Wanda less than three seconds to follow the cue and keep up with you two - and casting an incantation on the books so they flew off and got in the way of Aarif in his pursuit.
"We'll see you tomorrow, birdface!" You shouted back running toward the exit and leaving a furious Aarif behind.
As soon as the golden door closed behind you, the race was over.
You and America were panting with your hands on your knees, and although Wanda was equally breathless, she crossed her arms.
"Why did you do all this?" She questioned with an almost angry grimace, and you laughed breathlessly.
"I just asked a few questions."
"You don't have to behave like a child, Y/N, we already have one and she's behaving better than you."
You let out another smaller laugh, raising an eyebrow at her. "We have a child, eh?" You tease and are pleased by the short pink that appears on Wanda's cheeks, even if she rolls her eyes.
"Stop causing trouble, if you irritate Aarif enough he can banish us, and this is the best opportunity to study magic I've ever had."
It's your turn to roll your eyes. "Except that's not true, right, Maximoff? I'm your best opportunity to study magic, 24/7 all Kamar Taj books and a mind stone, ask anything you want. But that's the problem, you'd rather study the book of the damned than train with me!"
Wanda locked her jaw, narrowing her eyes at you.
"You know very well why we can't train together."
"Because of some stupid prophecy? I already told you I'll tell the gods to fuck off if I have to!"
The witch grunted impatiently. "Why do you have to be so stubborn!"
"I could ask you the same thing!"
Wanda and you are breathing out of rhythm, and stare at each other for one last moment before turning away like spoiled children. America scratches the back of her neck clumsily.
"Okay...I think I'll go wait in the car." She declares and walks down the stairs towards the vehicle.
Wanda sighs heavily behind you, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see her moving away to rest her back on one of the pillars, and when you turn around, you watch her press her hands to her face for a long moment, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips.
Your defensive posture breaks on the spot, and you swallow dryly before approaching her, taking up the free space on the pillar next to her.
"Sorry for yelling." You mutter, and it takes another moment for Wanda to speak, returning to crossing her arms.
"Sorry too." She mumbles back. "Not just for yelling, for everything."
"Eh, I can't really stay mad at you, but I appreciate the apology." You retort sincerely, and you don't have to look to know that Wanda has a small smile on her lips.
There is another moment's pause between you, and after sighing softly, you say, "I didn't mean to cause trouble on purpose, I just don't trust easily. And Aarif seems to have all the answers I'm looking for on the tip of his tongue."
Wanda sighs as well. "He probably does, Y/N." She says, leaning back on the pillar to look at you. "But Oshtur didn't put him here to answer visitors' questions. It's against his nature, so it's not out of spite that he reacts that way. It's all in the guidebook I gave you."
"Damn, now I feel bad." You retort with a chuckle to which Wanda can only smile tenderly.
"It's okay, detka." She murmurs, trying to imagine that you only seem to be closer than before. "What did you ask him?"
You hum, half-distracted, and Wanda thinks you are leaning in. "I asked if there was a way to stop being a guardian."
Wanda blinks in surprise, but you are close enough for her to count your dots, and all she does is mumble in understanding, and you keep counting in a low tone.
"He was curious as to why anyone would want to stop being one of the most honorable warriors of the wise Oshtur, and I told him I didn't think it was so cool..."
Wanda gave a small giggle, swallowing dryly when your forehead rested against hers. "And then ?" She asked in the same tone.
"He was a little offended by the ponderings I brought up about Oshtur not being so benevolent in holding him here, and tried to say that I didn't know how to value or was capable of understanding the blessing of the gods..." You continue, raising a hand to take a loose strand of hair from the front of Wanda's face, and place it behind her ear. And you looked at her so tenderly that she almost melted. "And I told him that I already had a divine blessing in my life, and I was trying to keep it."
Wanda shuddered softly, her cheeks burning as she understood that you were talking about her.
Before you could break the distance, a loud honking sound went further into the distance and made you and Wanda jump in fright, only to let out embarrassed giggles next.
Wanda made mention of pulling away, but you slid one hand up her arm, and another to her waist, turning her until you pressed her against the pillar - so that you were hidden from the car and the impatient America in the front seat - and the witch only had time to sigh in surprise before she felt your mouth on hers.
Intense and messy, and yet painfully fast. Wanda almost whimpered when your lips left hers next, and you gasped against her, laughing softly.
"Forgive me, I just really missed this." You confess affectedly, rubbing your noses together, and Wanda's legs almost turn to jelly when your other hand squeezes her hip.
She wants to say a million things. Confess them now, or at night if you agree to hold her, or worse, confess them over the course of a lifetime that she can imagine at your side.
Your lips rub together again, and Wanda thinks that if you kiss her again, she might let some of those things slip.
She presses a palm on your shoulder to hold you in place, and you both swallow dry, fighting the urge to continue.
"We can't." Wanda reminds you in a husky, sorrow-laden voice that you share. "I don't want...I don't want us to end up like the stories in your book."
You know she was talking about the first Guardian and his Witch, and about stupid stories about fate. Wanda doesn't want you to have to harm her, but she especially doesn't want you to die because of your love for her.
Your hand goes up to cover hers, and though Wanda shivers and her eyes fill with tears, you kiss the palm, once and twice.
"I'll make things right for us." You promise in a whisper. "No matter what the price."
Wanda almost says no. Let the deal be kept, each of you back in your own universe. But by now, she loves you with all her heart.
You move closer just to give her a long kiss on her cheek and leave your hands together for the period when you pull away, giving gentle tugs until Wanda is able to push all emotions down, and disguise the tears, offering a forced smile to you and following you towards the vehicle. Hands entwined all the way.
–//–
You thought you shouldn't abuse Order Magic because altering reality for superficial reasons wasn't a good enough reason. So it made little sense to use the clothesline attached to the van to dry your clothes.
The van was still parked in front of the Alexandria Library, and it must have been about nine in the morning - the place was supposed to open at noon - and you thought you could distract yourself by doing laundry.
Wanda was asleep and America came out of the vehicle scratching her eyes, a mug with a star print on it, and astronaut pajamas on her body.
"You're acting weird." That's what she said when she found you putting your clothes on the clothesline.
"Good morning to you too." You retorted with a surprised laugh. "Why do you say that?"
"Because you're doing laundry."
"And what's strange about doing laundry?"
America laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Washing magic clothes that you made with your magic. Look what showed up in my closet? I loved the pattern." She comments on the pajamas. "You're out here pretending that washing clothes is enough to ignore the magic van that generates cool stuff for me and Wanda every minute."
You gave a clumsy laugh, "I don't know what you are talking about." You commented diving the red suit back into the Van's built-in tank - which didn't respect any laws of physics, but it worked - under the water. "I'm just attempting a little normality..."
"On a magic planet."
"[...] on today" You complete, ignoring America's comment. She doesn't insist, sipping from her cup, and you sigh softly. "Try making a decent breakfast, how about eggs with bacon?"
"Yay, magic food." America retorts turning around and making you laugh softly.
"See if Wanda's awake and doesn't want some!"
"Sure thing, mom." It was supposed to have been a mockery, but America felt her heart miss a beat. You gave a soft chuckle, a very tender feeling snapping in your chest at the nickname.
“Thanks, America.” You told her before she got into the van.
Wanda did not sleep in the same bed as you. In fact, she can say that she barely slept at all.
The night before, when you two came back, the sheets were single beds again, and she preferred to assume that you didn't want to push her into anything rather than push her away.
And even with you sleeping away from her, all she could do for half the night was stare at your back. And perhaps, precisely because she was doing this, she was plagued by dreams that were becoming almost too familiar.
In the first, you were running together between rows of bookshelves, laughing amusedly until you were caught up against a corner. Wanda could feel the wood on her back, as well as your hesitant touch on her thigh under her skirt.
She opened her eyes as soon as fingers pushed past the fabric, and when she looked to the side, she found your sleeping face a few feet away and felt hers burn.
It didn't do much good to lie on her back, or to bury her face in the pillow.
The second dream was infinitely more sinful.
You were all over her as she sat on the kitchen counter of the van. Legs wrapped tightly around your waist, and Wanda could feel everything, from your teeth scratching the skin of her neck to the deep thrusts inside her, the way she was burning hot and twitching.
She was able to come on that one. Once, twice. You didn't stop, fucking her hard until she dug her nails into your back.
There was a mirror behind you. Wanda could watch the red marks of her own nails on the scarlet witch's tattoo on your skin, and each time she dig them deeper, you forced your hips harder. Her own figure - panting and ecstatic - with glowing red eyes and a satisfied expression stared back at her in the mirror.
She woke up sweating from this.
The van seemed to understand her every need in real-time. She barely thought about drinking water and already found a small bottle beside her bed, and had to settle for that to get back to sleep.
When she dreamed that you were trying to teach her magic while her head was buried in your legs and the breathless words came out of your mouth while your hand smoothed her hair and scalp keeping her in place, she gave up on sleep.
Eventually, fatigue overcame her, and the van remained magically silent and pre-disposed to her sleep for as long as she needed.
Wanda awoke to the smell of burning eggs, however, and by the time she was standing, she could witness America rushing to get a pot of fire out of the vehicle.
She saw you laughing - more in nervousness than anything else at seeing the small fire - from outside when she went to open the windows of the vehicle to let the air circulate.
Wanda used the bathroom first before returning to the kitchen and giggled briefly when she found a mug with a 'Multiverse’s Cutest Little Witch' logo on it, with her favorite tea in it. She grabbed the item before heading outside, frowning slightly as she found you doing laundry and America throwing leftovers of a destroyed breakfast in a trash can.
"Good morning, Wanda." You greeted offering her a smile that she would have reciprocated if she hadn't recognized the clothes you were putting on the clothesline.
"Did you wash my suit?" she asks in a mixture of confusion and surprise.
"With soap powder and fabric softener." You reply, and she gives a small laugh.
"But honey, it's a magic garment..."
America is the one who chuckles next, deciding to give up the pan and throw it in the trash as well. She waves her hands in the air and walks over to get into the van, not missing the chance to whisper to Wanda, "She's been acting weird all morning." before getting in.
Wanda sighs softly and takes a sip of her tea while watching you hum distractedly as you finish putting the clothes - which you never bought but fit perfectly, and are exactly the kind of thing that both she, you, and America would wear - on the clotheslines you've set up.
"What are you up to, dorogoya?" Wanda asks in thought and watches you sigh in surprise, raising an eyebrow at her, but she doesn't flinch.
"You and America are insistent about this. There's nothing wrong with wanting a little normalcy." You mentally respond as well and offer Wanda a wink before focusing on your task again.
And perhaps because Wanda is still in your head, she is able to understand very quickly that you are trying to get used to an ordinary routine, without powers, or as close to that as you could get here. You are trying to imagine what life is like without your magic, and with Wanda.
When you reach out to pull her to dance to a song that swells on its own from the small radio leaning against the tire of the van, and spin her around the backyard amid loud laughter, she might be selfish for a moment and think that life could be pretty awesome.
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#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x reader#wanda x you#marvel imagines#wanda maximoff#marvel#Rulers of The Multiverse#elizabeth olsen x reader#scarlet witch x reader
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Hi!!! I love your One For Sorrow stories - your writing is incredible!! If you're still doing the Valentine's Day shorts, could I request one for either Perc'ahlia in the M9 (early-ish campaign as I'm still watching it) or anything Gilmore/Vax/Keyleth? Thanks!! <3
Hey anon! Thank you so much, you made my day! <33
This is some Gilmore/Vax/Keyleth, though focused more on Kiki and Gil because I had an Idea and this could be part of a bigger fic! Sorry it's... a lil angsty, because Whoops!
Scanlan has been breathing again for maybe fifteen, twenty minutes when Keyleth finds Gilmore.
“He’s alive again,” she says before he can ask. And then she tosses a tooth on the coffee table.
Gilmore is unusually quiet as he picks it up and turns it over. The root is puckered with craters from Melora’s devouring curse, but the enamel otherwise did a good job of resisting long enough for Keyleth to collect a few handfuls.
“... The groove near the point is intriguing,” Gilmore murmurs. He runs a thumb lightly over the serrated inner edge. Hissing when it cleaves a neat red line in the meat. “Am I to assume the owner was venomous?”
“This was Raishan’s.”
His eyes widen. Which, fair: as stunted as she was from her disease, Raishan was still an ancient green. Was - it feels so good to put her in past tense. She had massive fangs that could fit neatly to Keyleth’s forearm. Those were too big to pry out in a rush. A blessing, then, that the monster had a second set of teeth along the palate.
Mostly used them for talking, until she couldn’t - it was those claws that did the dirty work. It’s those that killed Percy. And Scanlan.
It’s… that’s another thing she can leave behind in the past. Her friends, dead, again.
Which is why she’s here.
“I have seven more,” says Keyleth. “Dragonbone is inherently magical, right? And Raishan could cast, too.”
Gilmore nods. “What are you looking to do with them?”
Keyleth’s chest rattles with her sigh. “I don’t - I don’t know, Gil! Something! She killed them, and everyone keeps dying, and I - I just don’t want it to happen again.” She crumples onto the couch beside him.
Carefully, he loops an arm over her shoulder. Not like she might break, but like she might buck him off. They haven’t had much of a chance to talk, since she and Vax and he and Vax and whatever that made she and he. It was a lot. Everything was a lot. Lots of a lot.
“I’m not quite the person to stay death,” Gilmore hums, a touch wry. “But - hm. I’m pretty sure I can make something of this that can help.”
There’s quiet as, one-handed, he spins the fang. His bloody thumb draws two runes, drafts or ideas maybe, before it tires of bleeding. With his other he rubs soothing circles into Keyleth’s shoulder. It’s nice.
She can’t let it stay nice. Scanlan was dead. Percy was dead. A couple of days ago Scanlan and Vex were dead. And before that Percy was dead. And before that -
“You know - you know -” Keyleth stops herself. It takes a few more passes of Gilmore’s fingers before she finds breath to continue. “Vax and I. I mean - we’re the only ones who haven’t died yet. And I don’t - I don’t know when that luck will run out, Gil.”
“Darling, I doubt the gods themselves could strike you down,” he declares. “As for Vax’ildan…” Now his strokes stutter.
“I’ll get these done.” Promised instead, because they both know what Vax is like. Death dances with him, moth to a flame, forever unclear which is which until something stops moving. Maybe here it’s the light-lustful bug that will snuff out its damnation. Maybe.
Keyleth struggles to swallow. “Thanks, Gil. Do you mind if I just -”
“Not at all,” Gilmore chuckles, and they hug and stare at the tooth. Turning, so slowly, it’s hard not to see the blood far older than the sorcerer’s embedded in its serrations.
(Scanlan, or Percy, or maybe her own?)
#critical role#cr fanfic#critical role fanfic#shaun gilmore#keyleth#keyleth of the air ashari#keyleth/vax/gilmore#keyleth x vax x gilmore#vaxlethmore#vaxgileth#idk what to call them HELP#also god i am so!! about the fact Kiki had Gilmore make the dragon tooth necklaces.#and looking at when she'd have had time to talk to him about it.... yeaahhhh#ask game#my writing
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In my rewrite, I created new regions and described the regions that exist already.
This post is kinda long so I'm sorry
Ru’aun Region [ GODDESS - Irene ]
Geography - Water is the main form of travel with very little roads. The Yggdrasil Forest and Sacred Forest are both located in this region but are very different. While both are secretive locations and laced with magic, the Sacred Forest is known for the home of many mythical creatures while the Yggdrasil Forest is the home grounds for many elves. The Ru’aun region has many different regional climates, unlike the Gal’ruk Region.
No monarchy; O’Khasis is trying to change that though.
Gal’ruk Region [ GOD - Enki ]
Geography - The region of Gal’ruk is one of sea and ice. Despite this, there are many natural resources surrounding the place, previously a wondrous trading port until the Demon Warlock set his home there, turning the Gal’ruk region into one of danger. After the Demon Warlock fell, the Gal’ruk region opened up ports again and are slowly but surely getting travelers again.
No monarchy (divided up, never been a kingdom based region)
Tu’la Region [ GODDESS - Menphia ]
Geography - High resources in metals and magick. The best it can be described as is a steampunk region with many demon tribes located there, including Cat Yokai. Although, humans can be found there as well. Due to the opposing groups, they can never work together leaving the region in ruins. All of them are divided.
Run by a monarchy, under tyrannical rule.
Ivorian Region [ GODDESS - Drorit ]
Geography - Hotter than the other regions, is known for finding rare and precious gems in the waters, and rumored to be where the relics of the Divine Warriors were founded. The main system for the Ivorian Region is the gem/crystal/ore trading, as they have the highest amounts out of all the regions.
No monarchy, followed after what happened in Ru’aun
Umbre’en Region [ GOD/GODDESS - none; Shad is from this region ]
Geography - Usually cloudy and gloomy weather, but has great cropping grounds and leads to the crops never being overwatered. Known for great soil, rain and thus great crop production. Despite being the region where the embodiment of death to many comes from, it somehow has a faster production rate for growing crops. Rumor is that it was blessed by Enki when visiting.
Monarchy, normal rule.
Aerania Region [ GOD - Fionn ]
Geography - Very small scattering of islands, presumed to previously had bigger and more islands surrounding it but had been flooded. Known for having merfolk and water spirits roaming the area while humans living on shore. Many water spirits and half-merfolk live on the land as well. Known for their marketplace: fish, wool, literature. Basically a place to stop to get basic needs, a merchant region.
Monarchy, somewhat chaotic rule due to the scattering of the islands, but not tyrants.
Rigguard Region [ GOD - Esmund ]
Geography - At one point, Rigguard was a luxurious place to live, massive mountains to hike, high wildlife rates, and warm weather. Until a curse was placed on it, turning it into an ice wasteland with very little parts left that keep the warmth that was originally all around. Struggling to make it by and the king and queen becoming MIA leaving the people with no guidance left. Seemingly forgotten by the other regions.
Monarchy, though as of recent, the king and queen have fallen into some sort of episode.
Some small notes
- Fionn and Drorit are my new characters for the Divine Warriors, collectively replacing Kul'zak
- If you want to add anything to the canon regions (Ru'aun, Gal'ruk, and Tu'la), it would be appreciated.
- If you want a separate post on my version of the Divine Warriors, please let me know :] I'm going to post the main points of the rewritten characters once completed.
#mcd#minecraft mystreet#mcd rewrite#minecraft diaries rewrite#aphblr#aphverse#mcd geography...... my god#I don't know if anyone actually cares about the geography but I put my entire SOUL into thus#I need to get back into MCD but hi
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HELLO AGAINNNNN ITS BIG BRAIN ANON *drops this here and runs away*
Thinking about how in your Hello Again AU, Circus Baby's and Mega Pizzaplex co-exist.
Imagine somehow the Funtimes and the Glamrocks meet. Circus Baby and Glamrock Chica somehow get along. Monty is intensly talking about something and Ballora is listening while holding Bonbon in her arms. Roxy and Funtime Foxy surprisingly get along well, though neither of them like to admit it. Then of course, we have the Freddy's. Glamrock Freddy is doing his best to keep everyone civil, he's being nice. Funtime Freddy is having none of that.
You are having a conversation with Glamrock Freddy in the quietness of Parts and Service. You were so fascinated of how different they worked, how they're so advanced given their time on earth. And how different Freddy counterparts actually had opposite personalities. As Glamrock Freddy answered all your questions happily, Parts and Service door opens behind you, letting in your own Fazbear. Neither of them look happy to see the other, but you have a bigger problem. Glamrock Freddy standing in front of you protectively, seeing the polar bear as a threat to you. And Funtime Freddy standing right behind you possesively, knowing damn well who you belong to.
(i just wanna get sandwiched between bears.....)
The following collection of images is titled “stages of me reading this ask”
No but for real I’m losing it over this. LOSING IT. I love this. I love this so much.
You know I’m a sucker for protective Freddy but TWO PROTECTIVE FREDDYS?? FOR THE PRICE OF ONE?? Where do I sign?
Ugh and just thinking about FunFred getting so fucking jealous over this new Freddy that’s all shiny and new and he’s taller and has a slimmer build and please don’t leave me for him I love you so much- and you have to shush him like a wild horse to calm him down. Shhhhh, it’s okay buddy, no one is leaving anyone. It’s okay.
God and the mental image of the Glamrocks and the Funtimes hanging out together is sending meeeeee. On top of the dynamics you described (GOD TIER by the way, your brain continues to be huge and full of deep, juicy wrinkles), I can’t stop thinking about the big web of how each animatronic feels about the other. I love the idea of everyone getting along and being besties but you know what I love more? Some of the robots hating each other. Like, I can see Funtime Foxy and Glamrock Chica having the sort of relationship where they’re, like, fake friends. They act like they’re friends when they’re together, but apart they rip into each other and gossip nonstop to the others. I can also see Baby not being very fond of Glamrock Freddy due to his passiveness and naivete. She finds it annoying.
Oh OH oh what if there’s this big party where all the animatronics and human employees from both locations come together and get to know each other and raaaaAAAAHHH I’m going feral-
Seriously though this is the BEST IDEA ilysm and thank you for sharing this with me. I’m losing my gourd just thinking about this. I kinda want to write this. God. I’m just. I’m gonna be thinking about this for the rest of my LIFE.
Thank you. Bless you.
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I have sent many asks to you before filled with honest yet corny-as-hell sentimental bullshit about how much your blog, and you by extension, means to me— even if we don’t even really know each other. But if this isn’t a better time to actually buckle down and give you a proper “thank you,” than I don’t know what is.
I found your blog a while back, sometime early last summer if I remember correctly, through your Guilty Gear scans. It was around the time I first started actively hunting down whatever remnants of a Guilty Gear fandom were scattered across the internet, and luckily I hit the jackpot with Tumblr (amongst other sites.) God bless whatever made you make this blog, cause the things it has done for me since then have been tremendous. From small things like your discussions about music and your random posts about vintage technology that inevitably prompt me to do deep-dives on the subject, or bigger things like your entire translation or scanning projects that open me to an entire new world of Guilty Gear media, your blog has taught me about so many new things that have molded me into the person I am today, and suffice to say, I’m proud of that person. You have introduced me to new singers, bands, books, movies, games, shows; so many goddamn things and the majority of them have turned out to be things I simply enamor. Beyond that, your art has helped me improve on my own art and has inspired me to make so much more work and work even harder. Plus, you also brought back my obsession with dragons! I used to be enthralled by dragons; collecting paintings, statues, plushies, books, you name it and I probably have it. And just to like them once more due to my exposure with the content you churn out (wether original or reblogged) is something I can also say I am grateful for. Even just ranting about personal interests in your asks or asking if you perhaps enjoy the same things that I do is something that makes me happy.
I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by saying this, but I seriously do see you as a sort of “big brother” figure in my life. It’s a parasocial relationship, sure, but I have found solitude and comfort in your blog, and even a sort of aspiration to be like you. Either way, the truth is your blog has helped me so much this year and has brought me so much more happiness than what I had before. You have seriously helped me become a better person, better in loving myself and finding something to love in the world around me as well.
So, thank you. Thank you for this blog and for everything you post on here. Thank you, and happy new years. I hope next year gives you nothing but unadulterated love. You deserve it.
Ok so, for an uncountable amount of times this has happened now, I typed a really lengthy reply to this and then cut a section of text to move it and Tumblr decided that meant "delete the whole post except the cut text and then close the post editor, deleting everything forever." It is 3:30am. I'm going to summarize what I wrote as I type it for the second time. The last two paragraphs are the only sections from the first draft that got saved.
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First off, I apologize for taking so long to reply to this. Your message is extremely heartfelt and sincere and, when I got it (around noon), I wanted to think on it for a little and reread it a few times before replying.
I'm... not great... at accepting compliments. For a lot of my life I've been picked on for my physical appearance and interests so I learned how to take advantage of my size and how to project a pissed off aura to get people to leave me alone. It works very well. Online that doesn't work, and I wouldn't want it to, but offline I think I can be kind of a grumpy asshole. I try really hard to only appear to be that way. After making kids/babies cry just from being in the same space as them though, it can be difficult to think otherwise. I'm not used to people being this kind to me, let alone even admiring or looking up to me.
But the online format is nice; people just see me as an icon and if they don't like my posts/interests they can close the tab or filter it instead of making it my problem. Being able to talk about whatever on here and finding other people that also think it's interesting has helped me a lot too. Before getting into Guilty Gear around August 2021, this blog was mostly just an art reference blog with a very, very, small amount of personal posts scattered in-between when it was something I wanted to archive (like when I started HRT).
I started doing scans because I wanted to send a specific illustration to someone but could only find it in a low resolution. Since I had the GGX '07 art book and a scanner, I figured I might as well just scan it myself and it all sort of snowballed from there. The GG community has been incredibly motivating and I don't see myself quitting doing these scans/translations until there's nothing left to scanlate. Guilty Gear has done so much for me and I love the games and its setting probably more than any other series I've ever been into.
Know that I really, truly, appreciate you sending me this message. I have a little folder of nice messages like yours that I keep to look through on bad days. They genuinely mean a lot to me.
It's such an honor that the things I've posted about have inspired you and lead you to new interests, too, and I hope that I can keep motivating and inspiring you. 2023's gonna be a good year, I think, and I hope you get some of that unadulterated love too.
#asks#long post#I started typing my first reply at 1:30 and now it's 3:30 GOD I'm so mad Tumblr deleted my first draft.............#Next time I'm typing it in Notepad s2g#Anyway I'm sorry if any of this comes across as curt or if it's worded weirdly I'm falling asleep on my laptop hhhhhhhhhh
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this is a post dedicated to getting started on The Lokean Path!
the first and most important thing to note is that everyone’s experience with Loki will be different. if you can use any of the information here, that is great! but it’s also not meant to be any kind of “rule list,” so please find what will personally work for you! i also encourage you to do your own research, because there’s a lot more information out there than what i’ve compiled here.
so, let’s get started. i’ll be answering some of the questions i had when i first started this journey. hopefully, you will gain a better understanding of what this path is about based on this information!
Q: who is Loki?
A: Loki Laufeyjarson is a frost giant born of fire and lightening. the story of his birth is both frightening and powerful. he is the Norse trickster god, who was considered an æser after making a blood oath with Odin. in Norse mythology, Odin is the Allfather but honestly treats Loki like a snide younger brother. Loki’s name itself causes discourse in the heathen community, since some perceive him as an evil figure of chaos. however, he is more so simply the catalyst of bigger events. his children were leading factors in Ragnarok (the fall of Asgard), and his hand in Baldr’s death was foreshadowing to this tragedy. but Loki as he is interpreted today is not a bringer of evil. instead, he is a fiery spark of fun and imagination. he is a jokester, a caregiver, a master shapeshifter, and a cunning leader. he breaks the status quo, and is very proud to be different.
Q: is Loki really queer?
A: yes! there are Norse myths that tell tales of Loki shapeshifting into different genders/sexes. he is also suggested to be polyamorous, as this seemed somewhat common in old Norse culture! i believe Loki uses any pronouns, because Loki can be anything.
Q: what can i do to connect with Loki?
A: start wherever you’re comfortable! make a new pattern just for the two of you. for example, i sing a song in Norwegian to start my rituals and meditations. you could write poems/letters/songs, draw a picture, go out and collect rocks for him, pick him a flower, offer him food/drink/smoke, or whatever feels personal to you! allow what you do to show Loki who you are and give yourselves a chance to bond. some people work with bones and blood, others offer tiny knick knacks. follow your intuition and be creative!
Q: what kinds of things does Loki like?
A: here’s a list of items i’ve found to be symbolic to Loki! all of them can be used as offerings.
- the color mahogany/dark red
- gemstones: citrine, obsidian, and fool’s gold
- dandelions & leaves
- wood (reference to the birch tree)
- alcohol
- shiny things
- anything that makes you think of him
Q: do i have to have an altar, cast runes, or swear oaths?
A: no to all 3. you can do these things if you’d like, but they don’t make you less of a Lokean if you choose not to. remember to do plenty of research when getting into these things though, especially runes and oaths. there is powerful sacred magic behind these things that take a great deal of understanding to master. go at your own pace that feels the best for you!
Q: where can i find more information on Loki?
A: unfortunately, there is little documentation from the past on Norse mythology. i would recommend reading the Eddas, as they are the oldest sources that describe Loki. also, a book called Pagan Portals: Loki is a very good compilation of info. you can also find tons of Norse mythology videos on youtube—some are even animated and really funny!
i hope this is a good list of things to get started with! i’m new to this path myself, and i still have much to learn as i make my way. the biggest thing to remember is that Loki has a lot of love to give! if he has found you, consider yourself blessed. there’s a bright road ahead!
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Caelum Stigandr
Base belongs to @starneko123
First Name: Caelum
Last Name: Stigandr
Name Analysis:
Caelum ♔ of the heavens
Stigandr ♔ Wanderer
Date of Birth: July 30th
Age: immortal
Alias: The Masked Menace of Outworld ♔ The last son ♔ Son of the Sun ♔ First born of Lady Kiran ♔ The Divine Marauder ♔ The Last Son of the Sun ♔ Inducer of Madness ♔ The Solar Executioner ♔ Baraka’s Right Hand ♔ Keeper of Chaos ♔ Yujiki’s Everlasting Omission ♔ Lover of the Weather Prince ♔ Protector of the Throne ♔ Enemy of the Blood Ridden Osh-Tekk ♔ Defender of Saros ♔ The Tamer of Takara
Nicknames: Sun droplet ♔ Calcium ♔ Nymph Boy ♔ Vitamin D ♔ Dearest one ♔ My sun ♔ Sunny D ♔ Starlight ♔ Jekyll & Hyde ♔ robin hood
Gender: Cis Male
Siblings: 2
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Half Edenian ♔ Half god
Phobia / Philias:
Pistanthrophobia ♔ The fear of trusting others
Hair Color: dark brown
Eye Color: golden yellow
Origins: Outworld
Current Location: Outworld
Face Claim:
Keiynan Lonsdale
Height: 6’3
Alignment: Neutral Good
Status: Alive
Social Status:
- He who raises the sun
- Harbinger of light, Misfortune and wealth
- Outworlds protector
- Shao Kahn’s prisoner (formerly)
- Yin Yang personified
- Chaos personified
- Kiran’s Tear
- The masked Menace
- Royal traitor
- Demi god of the sun
- Chaosrealm’s heir
- Son of Anahita, goddess of water, chaos and knowledge
- Son of Kiran, goddess of the sun, luck and strategic war
Affiliation:
Mileena’s rebellion
Physical Health: Amazing
Mental Health: good
Likes:
- Sleeping
- Collecting masks
- Gold jewellery
- Laying in the Sun
- Warm days
- Theatre
- Musicals
Dislikes:
- Spicy food
- Winter
- The dark
- Bulky clothing
- Haircuts
- getting wet
Speed
7/10
Agility
6/10
Intelligence
8/10
Strength
7/10
Stamina
6/10
Stealth
10/10
Cooperation
8/10
Durability
7/10
Mentor(s)
Tanya
Kiran
Anahita
Fighting Skills
5/10
Flexibility
10/10
Reflexes
6/10
Instincts
6/10
Family
Anahita | Bio-Mother | Immortal
Kiran | Bio-Mother | Immortal
Saros | Aunt | Immortal
Izana | Adoptive Mother | Dead
Soh | Adoptive Father | Dead
Nirene | Half-Brother | Alive
Yujiki | Half-Sister | Alive
Takara | Cousin | Alive
Friends / Allies
- Tanya
- Mileena
- Elise
- Silas @starneko123
- Baraka
- Havik
- Elara
- Kitana
- Jade
- Johnny cage
Enemies
- SHAO KAHN
- KOTAL KAHN
- Reptile
- Ermac
- Argus
- Daegon
- Kano
- D’vorah
- Skarlet
- Daegon
Love Interest
Rain
Love Status
Boyfriend
Weapons ♔ Accessories
Dual Swords {Blessed by Kiran}
Death whistle {stolen from Kotal Kahn}
Vile of Jinsei water {gift from Nirene}
Powers
Sun powers — Weaker than Kiran, he can use the powers of the sun. Manipulating it to cast a beam of direct light to either heal or harm others. He can also create small orbs of light from his hands, and heat up his body like a radiator. He can also use the sun to teleport. In the night his powers are significantly weaker as the moon only reflects 12% of the suns light, but he can still use them to an extent.
Drawbacks are that his markings will start to burn, varying levels depending on how much he over uses his powers. As well as if he finds himself in extremely cold climates, or somewhere where the sun can’t reach him he will becomes hypothermic over the course of a few hours
Chaos Magic — His powers are weaker than Anahita’s, but he can influence others to do as he says while slowly driving them mad in the process. He is also able to use it to cause a string of bad luck or misfortune against anyone and become lucky himself for a certain period of time before it wears off and often overestimates his luck and the duration of the spell
Personality
Caelum is all about theatrics, he has this big fun personality and an even bigger heart but has a tendency to wear it on his sleeve. That being said he is quite a flirt and charmer, using these attributes to his advantage though he doesn’t really mean any of it. He has a hard time trusting people, never sticking around long to save himself from betrayal and heart break. As friendly and kind to you as he acts, you aren’t as close to him as you think.
History
Caelum was born by Kiran’s golden tears and Anahita’s chaos magic infused water.
He spent his early years of life in the village with Nirene and Yujiki, Izanna and Soh raising him like their own as a favour to the sun goddess who could not watch him due to her duties and Anahita’s realm being unsafe for the child to live there.
The day their village was attacked by Tarkatans and Shao Kahn’s men, he was quick to protect and assist Izanna escape the massacre with Nirene and Yujiki, but stayed behind to give them a head start. He promised he’d follow them shortly after.. he never did though.
Instead he was brought as a prize and prisoner to Shao Kahn, thinking he could use this against the Elder Goddess Kiran. However she never came in search for her son so he remained prisoner for a few days before escaping. However he was completely destroyed on the inside when he saw the remains of his home.
Filled with guilt, he fled the scene and cut all contact with both of his mothers. Which meant losing connection with both of his powers, but he pushed on by spending the next couple of years stealing and bribing his way through survival. Eventually he returned to the Kahn’s Palace, not out of revenge, but an act of petty defiance. He snuck in and found out about Shao Kahn’s demise, and that there was a new kahn. Mileena.
He went about his routine, picking things that wouldn’t be immediately noticed but while in the process he was nearly found by guards. He was quick to hide in someones room which is how he ended up meeting Rain. What started as a rough meeting turned to a one night stand turned into a secret relationship the two had, though it wasn’t meaningful in anyway and was more to fulfill lustful desires.
All this came crashing in when he overheard Rain talking about him to another Edenian, Tanya. Feelings were never entirely mutual, and the water god thought so little of him that he was embarrassed to introduce him to Tanya or Mileena.
“He is nothing more than a petty thief.”
Caelum left that night and never looked back, no note, not item, no nothing. His heart felt like it had been shattered over and over again in those two minutes he heard everything. He had no choice, he couldn’t keep living like this. He couldn’t keep denying his destiny.
He went back to Kiran, they reconnected and he begun his journey to ascension. Eventually he went to join the tarkatans and the edenian resistance, aiding them in their battles to free edenia and take back the outworld throne. After all those years, not once did he hold a grudge against tarkatan kind. He knew who was really pulling the strings…
And they will pay.
(I wanna throw it out there that I haven’t revied this since i wrote it months ago I just decided to post it as is so if they’res gaps of any kind I’m sorry lmao)
#Spotify#caelum stigandr#mortal kombat#mortal kombat oc#mk oc#oc lore#oc interactions#original character
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The first negotiations for a final mosaic:
(these symbols were drawn before my first exhibition mock in march)
(Second image is the mock exhibition of Soma Volume 1 created in august 2021 in F.08)
At the beginning of my project I made a considerable amount of notes regarding how I would start the research of my project and lastly how I would start my exhibition plans, this post of course covers the first notes on exhibition plans. For my last attempt at showcasing my work in the art school (as evidenced above) I hadn’t thought enough about how to make a massive amount of work sing in a space, I was supposed to have a bigger space at the time but human variable quashed that and so I instead cloaked a corner wall with my work like a mass of mould. I do however like this overwhelming, wall filling example, I know the work should have had more space to breathe and more pattern to emphasis it, rather than merely making the work one block of a collection, yet, it still speaks to what my goals have always been with working in a space, to fill said space and with the most consistent and eye catching pieces, but the art of seduction here is clearly flailing and so I need to one up myself in the final showcase. The above list of patterns and symbols is inspired by all manor of imagery, the runic imagery is from my own tattoo collection, dagaz and inguz and gebo all exist on my hands arms as symbols of blessings, curses, the everday and wealth, often however misused by hate groups to promote the thulean perspective, something I both despise and believe has no right to warp such images of ancient culture and language. The same can be said for the wolfsanker and Zodiac wheel, both natural and elemental symbols with greater meaning in relation to the cosmos and our place in it spiritually and yet ruined by the few who can’t let cultural history go untampered with. I like these symbols because they predate western misappropriation and misinformation, their so old and important to the oldest of religions and natural philosophy that it’s a shame not to think about using them just because of contemporary decadence spoiling the original intention, it’s why I still get more and more of these symbols on my body, you always have to be tribute to nature otherwise it will consume you. The Magen David, often branded as the star of David actually represents the female and male aspects of god and so a paradox of god, its often through sacred geometry that we see most cosmic and ceremonial history emblemised best, as echoed by the later invention of Aleister Crowley’s star created for Thelema, stars are obvious symbolism to represent greater sigils and entities of power, it’s often why demons and devils have simpler arrangements of line and natural shapes to represent their names as seals in religious grimoires and bestiaries, almost becoming the pronunciation of names and concepts that are greater than our human comprehension. This theme of symbols as being reinvented to represent even contemporary religions and orders is found best in the sigils of Satanism, in the present runes of Ragnar rock and the order of the trapezoid (the ruling body of the church itself as founded by LaVey). The trapezoid and prisms themselves being often acknowledged as portals and wickedly celebrated shapes out of spite towards the simpler iconography of organised religion, the trapezoid as the greater enemy of the triangle as a symbol of God, the incomplete triangle, yet with greater angles and reflection to be considered in the trapezoid as theorised by many occult theorists such as John Dee and his enochian keys, the idea that evocation and vocal incantations over a prism, of which when allowed to have light projected through it can open a portal to hell. It’s no wonder symbols are as important as they are within religion and often in the most innocuous of naturally occurring patterns or in the human body, like the Fibonacci sequence and the golden ratio.
The only joke-ish design here being the Fluddish imagery of the black box again, that of concentrated blackness, both flat and subconsciously represents the deepness of the abhuman universe, each of my pieces has the potential to echo that effect, but for a presentation it would be quite dull of course. The only real design that stuck with me was the spiral, or in japanese, uzumaki, as made all the more famous by Junji Ito’s Uzumaki series (2013). I had been revising the work of Ito at the time of writing this note, and after revising over 600 pages of constant spirals and the way in which he integrates spirals into every texture and background, I found myself too obsessed by the spiral and it’s balance as a seductive and spider web like patter, it can both show depth and be flat, again like Fludd’s diagram of the pre-universe, and it follows the Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon. The Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon means that once you acknowledge something and know atleast one example of something well enough, you start to see it everyone, like the character Garfield, a pop culture icon, which continues to make billions of dollars every year in merchandise sales, even though it started as a comic over 40 years ago, and you don’t see it until you study it enough to see it’s impact everywhere, just like any popular material like the bible and our human ability to iconographise something beyond our own understandings of it once it becomes recognisable to everyone. The spiral and many other natural symbols are found everyone, the golden ratio is a spiral, and that is the most common pattern in nature and in design, it’s the most subconscious symbol any human being can draw, without even realising it. It’s for those reasons that Ito made such a symbol into a work of horror brilliance, because you can’t argue against his story, natural symbolism pervades our every design and imagination, in fact, because I’m discussing it and your reading this page, you too will start to see the golden ratio everywhere, and spirals too, from the naturally forming grain of the hair on your head to the prints in your fingers and in the whirlpool of our atmosphere. It’s a work of brilliance (Uzumaki), and I can’t wait to elaborate on this idea further, especially in connection to that of the uncanny and the alternative bleeding into the mainstream consciousness, both key concepts within my work.
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Excuse the screaming on here, don't want to scream on twitter because thats easier to connect back to me and this is stupid enough I really don't want to talk to folks I know IRL about this.
And this is gunna be like mega privileged problems so putting it in a cut just need to scream to the void
Aghhhhhh my dad is selling his business. Which is fine, but I still rely on my parents for support a lot financially. I feel awful, I'm a grown ass adult with a full time job but life is expensive and my parents agreed to help support me because I'm super passionate about my job but it's a job that famously does not pay well.
For about ten or fifteen years I got REALLY lucky, dads business was doing amazing, I got to live a very privileged fun life for I'd say about ten years. I got two college degrees out of it, got to live in multiple countries, traveled a lot, got to enjoy expensive hobbies, I built a wonderful wardrobe and collection of nice things..... and just the general feeling of not having to stress about bills or basic expenses.
Then dads business got stolen from to the tune of several hundred thousand dollars this last year, and he ate the whole cost so no one else would be effected benefits or jobs wise.
So I tightened my belt so I could ask less from them, and I'm now barely scraping by. Each paycheck I now have a hundred or so to my name before I get paid again. Ive hardly been able to touch the debt I've been trying to pay down.
And now that he's selling the business that flashing light of 'no help' is getting bigger and closer and I honestly don't know what I'm going to do. Sort of panicked and went on a huge spree canceling as many subscriptions as I can (I already deleted most of them, but it broke my heart to start canceling subscriptions to friends patreon's or artists I want to support or to favorite games and such), deleted all of my worst spender apps from my phones, and looking into more side gigs.
I really have no room to complain, this is no more than most people have to do and I'm honestly still incredibly lucky and blessed. But I'm going to miss being able to pick up the bill for friends or buying them presents, I'm really going to miss leaving huge tips on places, and GOD I am going to miss traveling, I already do. My friends are planning a trip to Japan rn and I'm so happy for them but I know I cant afford it no matter how much I want to go.
But most of all I'm going to miss the lack of stress. I went from never having to look at the price of the menu at a nice restaurant to eating nothing but tuna fish sandwiches for the rest of the week because I don't want to spend more money on food. Like I'm gunna be fine, I'm not going to starve, but the stress of money has been dwindling my already not super great mental health and the knowledge that it will always be this way from here on, is frankly fucking terrifying. Spending the rest of my life doing the mental gymnastics I need to make sure I have enough money for bills each month, and knowing I wont be able to buy a house or really build up savings (at least not until my parents die, and I am understandably not wanting that to happen either) is fucking depressing.
Especially knowing that if I have kids I wont be able to give them the opportunities I had growing up.
I've for so long tied my self worth to gifting things to others, buying meals, treating my friends and so on. I really am going to have to tackle how I view my self worth and what I bring to the table friendship wise because gifts and generosity are things I just cant afford right now and with the job I have I don't know if I ever will again. (well.... unless I marry rich lol)
I'll figure it all out, look for more expenses I can cut, look for more side jobs and so on. I'm probably making it out to be worse than it is, but having such a radical change in lifestyles has a bit of whiplash that really stings. Hopefully after a while I can start paying down my debt more which will help with interest rates, and if I keep cutting down on expenses maybe I'll be able to start saving.
I doubt anyone has read this, if you did thanks for listening to me whine and I hope you have a good day.
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In support of my own healing journey I’m gonna be posting more on here and on my new instagram: fairydustandstuff .gonna start increasing my somatic therapy to twice a week. Gonna read healing books and do my post traumatic growth workbook. I think I might start collecting quotes I like as well like I used to. Want to share quotes from these books I’m reading bc I’m always outlining things. Gonna start putting quotes on sticky notes around my desk and room which is what I learned from Wayne dyers teaching. My focus is on getting healthy physically, spiritually, mentally and emotionally. Annnnnd my nervous system just got activated for 15 min so I think it’s time to do some deep breathing. I will post more later. The majority of my writing will mostly be in a journal to try to process reality along with therapy of course. I will share insights into my healing and inspirational things I find.
Life is really difficult but my god is bigger. Whenever I feel I am not seen or I feel I’m misunderstood by the world I know that god sees me and understands me and it gives me comfort and warmth. the god of all creation knows my heart and knows the truth and that I’m innocent. I just have to hold onto god when I feel I’m drowning and being buried underneath false narratives. God will not let me drown he knows all the pain I’ve been through and all the tears I cried and he knows I’m a good person. I worry most about at times I’ve speculated that there were false accusations directed at me but I have faith that my god will not let false accusations prosper. I would like to believe in the goodness in the world. In general, social media has been a form of distress and discomfort and sometimes harmful. However, I’m going to be using Instagram and tumbler as a source of healing inspiration and insights into my healing journey. I don’t know if anyone will see my page or my Instagram but as I’m healing I’m also extending hope to others who may be healing from pain and trauma. I hope one day to become a somatic therapist and help others on their healing journey the way that my therapist does on mine. Soon I’ll post a bunch of trauma or healing or spirituality books that have really helped me. God bless.
#god#faith in jesus#healing#traumahealing#post traumatic stress disorder#ptsd recovery#ptsd#love#hope#strength#resilience#gods love#mindfulness#healingjourney#faith#jesus christ#wayne dyer#mental heath support#mentalheathawareness#mental health#trauma#traumajourney#somatic therapy#somatic experiencing#somatic healing#gratitude
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Coldcut - True Skool
Most people come into music, do the same thing for a few years, slowly sink back into obscurity and spend the rest of their life collecting publishing royalties and re-forming for tribute tours. Their biographies can afford to be quite short – most of us aren’t that interested in golf or angling.
Whomsoever dont know best get to know were to cool
Giving them cuts so cold it's true skool
Far from the regular nothin used to
Them kind of style is shock and spruce too
Mind and soul in tune and loose too
(Cooler than, cooler than cool!)
Till a badman, get out! move from here!
Tonight we celebrate like we dont care, you just
Pump your fist and stamp your footsie
If you cant dance just wiggle your tootsie
All nations site from the rebel arrangement
Rebel engagement - peace in the lover!
Calypso dance hall punk step and dub!
New wave old wave genre define
Spitting on the a list we know the line
Its the application of the citation, its the
Iration of the of a gyration, its the
Inclination of them that's inclined to
Keep the thing mine
For tis the bigger picture
Biblical decendants scribes a new scripture
Articulation of the incantation is the
Foundation of the emancipation
Mind weight ready warped
Roads of many sign distraction
Many find time for tubby bye bye
Me oh my my oh me
Tis it so simplistic
Child's play man's play
Could it be sadistic?
Head space locked in them plastic gods
There's too much! there's too many reasons!
To keep deceiving
To keep on believing in the
Oh blah ra ra the sloganeers
The crocodile pain, the crocodile tears
She dont really need that brand new nose
And he dont really need slave shoes or slave clothes
But were far too busy to keep our mind privy
Too the blessed is the man and the
Grammar the host ease
Ready to receive the rich a cold breeze
All we really need is to plant the god seed
Something to live for
Something to believe
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