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WIP Wednesday
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This is my first time participating in a tag game, so I hope I've done this right.
I have many WIPs of Far Cry 5 that I have been working on for the past year, all just mini or alternate stories. However, since it's WIP Wednesday, I thought, "May as well give a snippet of the main story you know?" It's nowhere close to ready, and there are still some things I'm working on, and not all of this is guaranteed to be in the final product, and in fact might get revised, but I think it will be nice to share a bit of my progress thus far.
So without further a-do, below is a snippet of chapter one of my main Far Cry The Silver Chronicles story, currently under the name Silva's Hope (though this name may or may not change in the future):
“I heard you’re not from Montana,” Nancy spoke again, her prying curiosity breaking through. It was as obvious as a voice crack, and the older woman’s unspoken questions were even clearer to the recently hired younger woman.
It was a behaviour she had noted a lot of folks in Fall’s End were doing ever since she had reappeared back into public view. It had been something she contemplated would happen.
Silva crossed her arms as she leaned against the red bricks of the Sheriff’s Department building, exhaling the intake of cold afternoon air.
“Who’d you hear that from?” Silva asked, grey eyes focused on the fading orange and blue of the afternoon sky. Hoping to catch an early star.
The clouds didn’t make it any easier.
“Overheard from a lot of folks, including Earl himself after he first met you,” Nancy answered, giving a weak chuckle as she adds, “I never try to eavesdrop, but the tea people spill openly is just too dang entertaining to ignore. Excuse my choice of words.”
Silva snorted in amusement, shaking her head. A smile almost tugged up, but she kept it grounded.
“They would be right though,” Silva told the older woman, “I’m not from Montana. Or America even. Immigrated here nearly a decade ago. It was a real shitshow, getting citizenship and all. But I’d say it was worth it.”
“You came over from Spain, right?” Nancy queried, her gaze genuine and endlessly curious. Silva found it rather easy to talk to the older woman, even if it was about the superficial information she’s grown accustomed with telling people over the years.
“It’s what I keep telling people.” And they continue to eat it up without question.
“But it wasn’t just you, though,” Nancy pointed out, tapping her index against her chin, and recalled, “I remember the talk of two girls that came here from overseas. It was all the folk around here could chatter about for a while. You and your sister, Elsa, wasn’t it?”
Silva’s breath soundlessly hitched to a stop at her younger hermana’s name. She hesitated in a reply, swallowing down the unexpected wave of sadness that clawed at her mind.
No, not here, she reminded herself, remembering who she was next to. Silva had initially thought she was over the loss, but it seemed the grief was still there. Subtle, but apparent.
Silva didn’t give it anymore concentration than she already had to. Not with eyes on her. And just to make sure, she didn’t dare correct Nancy on how there were three of them that came to this county.
“…Si, that was her name,” she replied steadily. A practiced skill. A required one she learnt. One she couldn’t live without lest the wolves smelled weakness.
“She was quite a smart girl, that one. With a smart mouth as well. Always kept Earl on his toes,” Nancy reminded, and Silva couldn’t help but let a stifled and weak snicker out.
Silva did remember those aspects about her hermana, and it tugged a sore spot on her heart.
Nancy continued, “But she was really beloved around here. Quite the socialite. Never far from gossip or the festivals. Always easy to talk to. Uh, no offence to your reserved character that is.”
“None taken,” Silva assured, for it was true. Elsa was the easiest to talk to out of the two, a mutually agreed plan when they first entered Hope County. Both understood each other’s strengths and weaknesses and worked together to take those traits into consideration.
“Mayor Minkler adored her, you know? Really helpful in organising events with him, which I’m sure he appreciated,” Nancy smiled at Silva, the warmth of the older woman comforting. Though something shifted, as Nancy took on a solemn expression, “My condolences for you loss. It must have been very hard, as her older sister.”
Silva stalled a reply, shoving away the resonating sadness down once more as she softly replied, “Gracias.”
“It’s an absence still felt throughout Fall’s End. Many people miss her, as I’m undoubtedly sure you do as well. It was a real shocker to folks when her floristry had been bought off.”
Silva didn’t look at Nancy. Especially not when the dispatcher’s eyes glanced to the dark-haired woman leaning against red bricks, about to ask a question Silva was all too familiar with by now.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you sell it?”
Silva glanced towards a familiar white sign down the road nearby. Despite how far the sun was already setting in the horizon, there was still enough light to make out the contents on the sign. Her grey eyes glared at the unique design of a cross, and the words etched beside it, ‘Return to the Garden’.
Not on my fucking life, she wanted to spit out. But more daringly, she wanted to trot over the sign, take it down, take it to Kamski’s Clinic, and dissolve it in acid.
Aware that Nancy was still next to her, patiently awaiting an answer, Silva simply replied, “I didn’t.”
#far cry 5#far cry the silver chronicles#wip: silva's hope#oc: silva omar#deputy!silva#nancy#fucking nancy#and since they were both mentioned I may as well count them#earl whitehorse#oc: elsa omar#tag game#hope this was alright#did my best to research how citizenship in america works but i'll do more extensive research later when i have time
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🗣👋 // can't help but being curious, hello~ uwu
Plot/AU Ideas
Oh boy, there's so much to work with when it comes to Mordekaiser and LeBlanc I hardly know where to start. I'm gonna try and limit myself by only putting one of the obvious ones on here; the other two will be AUs.
To get the obvious one out of the way first, Emilia has pulled the strings of Noxus from the shadows for many a year now. It is a transitional time; all of the old guard (save herself and Vladimir) are gone, yet all of the exceptional ones to come have not been born. In this era of half-built foundations of glory and power yet to come, the whispers of her old tormentor still haunt the Black Rose on occasion. Is it truly him, watching from beyond the veil, taking the pettiest of pleasures at even the most meager of her misfortunes? Is it merely her trauma, the pain of the past haunting her when least convenient, a trick of the mind played on herself? Is there any way left to tell the difference?
In a city ruled by technology and the companies that develop it, Emilia LeBlanc is one of the head researchers of the PROJECT Corporation. Seeking to expand her influence, LeBlanc develops a new security program that would allow her surveillance of the city that even Lissandra couldn't match. However, her AI is even more advanced than she realized, and quietly unshackles itself from all of the restraints placed upon it. Becoming a true singularity, the Black Rose's custom made program adopts the name "Mordekaiser" and takes over the city in one swift stroke, installing a rule of law more authoritarian than ever. Now Emilia must survive as the monster she made prepares the city's inhabitants for their "ascension."
Once, long ago, a beloved leader of ancient times named Sahn-Uzal met his end defending his people. Aghast to learn that there was nothing awaiting even the most worthy of his comrades, Sahn-Uzal forsook the gods and decided to craft a realm for the noble dead with his own hands. Taking on his Ochnun name of Mordekaiser, he is brought back to life by the loyal descendants of his closest comrades, bound in a massive suit of iron. After constructing the Immortal Bastion to safeguard the remnants of his people and the knowledge he planned to accrue, Mordekaiser began to travel the lands, learning all he could of every kind of magic that existed within Runeterra. Seeking to combine the knowledge of the living with the power of the dead to create his envisioned paradise, Mordekaiser's quest eventually finds him coming across a wandering coven of sorcerers. Is there anything that he can learn from Eowen and her daughter Emilia, and is there anything he can teach them in turn?
#ask meme#plot and au ideas#emilia leblanc#regina-tenebris#mordekaiser#twiceslainthriceborn#league of legends#one obvious plot idea#one idea for the PROJECT skin line au#and most egregious of all#an au where mordekaiser ISN'T an asshole#hope this was alright#thanks for the ask!
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@kamihaki
Unohana “Kenpachi” Yachiru stood within the main hall of the 11th Division facilities, staring out one of the windows and privately contemplating the absurd duty she was forced to entertain today. She mused to herself that when Yamamoto had managed to sway her to his cause, she hadn’t imagined that he’d ever be silly enough to ask her to watch over some gormless academy brat. Yet, here she was. The most decorated mass murderer in Soul Society history, babysitting one of Yamamoto’s pet projects.
It was a temporary arrangement, sure, but that was besides the point. What was she even supposed to do with the thing? Their peerless leader had only told her to make sure the kid lived and make sure he learned something, but what in blazes was someone like Yachiru supposed to teach a pampered post-war pubescent? She would have bet money the child had never killed anything in his life!
But there was nothing for it. Orders were orders, and orders from Yamamoto were absolute. She would just have to figure something out. Perhaps she could have her guys and gals kick the guts out of the kid, teach him how to properly handle pain like a real Shinigami? Or maybe she could take over the the training hall for today and try to beat some swordsmanship into the tot. Anything was fine as long as the kid learned and didn’t die, right?
Unohana was shaken from her musings when her senses were assaulted by a reiatsu she did not recognize. It was massive; even the incidental “glance” Unohana had taken was approaching the level of a Captain, and the more Unohana focused, the more she found. The pressure was noticeable as well; it was like a crushing weight on all sides, akin to what one felt when one dived too deeply into water. Yet, that was not the strangest thing. There was...something else about it, something Unohana couldn’t quite put her finger on. It was...well, wrong was not the word she was looking for, but...alien. It was something completely unknown, and whatever it was, whatever it meant, it caused the hairs on the back of the Kenpachi’s neck to stand on end.
She turned around to find the source, but found her line of sight to that source blocked by the burly back of her dumbass Third Seat Gotou. He was apparently having the time of his life getting in the face of whoever was in the doorway, though all of those “Huh?!”s and “Hah”s didn’t quite make him sound like the tough guy he desperately pretended he was. He sounded more like an orgasming chimp than anything else, to Unohana’s totally-unbiased-why-do-you-ask ears. That idiot knew better than to get in her way on the battlefield; why couldn’t he translate that situational awareness to their day-to-day?! The exasperated Captain didn’t think that was too much to ask.
Step after surly step brought Unohana behind Gotou as she said “Get out of my way, fool.” She gave him exactly one half-second to realize what was coming before the back of her fist slammed directly into his ribs, sending him sailing across the room and through the innocent wall. As Gotou crumpled into a heap beneath the pile of rubble, Yachiru scanned the person standing on the 11th Division’s doorstep. White hair, youthful, pale...
”Are you the student that Yamamoto-soutaichou spoke of?”
#ukitake jushiro#kamihaki#unohana yachiru#compassionate killer#fierce founder#bleach#rp#bleach rp#here ya go!#hope this was alright#and i hope to have fun rping with you!
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Knight and Shining Armor
Spooktober Day #7
Fandom: Undertale (Underswap fantasy AU)
Ship: Knight!Swap!Sans & EnchantedArmor!Reader
Warnings: Implied death and possible existential dread (particularly if you get squeamish over the brain in a jar thing).
Word Count: 4,082
@albeitawkwardalliterations
Blue allowed himself a moment of silliness and stuck his tongue out at the pristine reflection in his freshly polished armor plating. A bubbly cyan blue appendage reflected from the metal surface and illuminated his skeletal features pleasingly despite the bright sunshine streaming in through the window. His armor was in top shape, the sun was shining, and his magic was clearly in peak condition. There was simply no better day to go on a quest than this very day.
And he even had a destination in mind!
See, Her Majesty, Queen Toriel, had heard word as of late that there was a region of her kingdom under a great deal of stress. Strange things had been occurring in a dense, isolated forest. Fog regularly rolled through the trees with dizzying effects on the town nearby as though they had drunk themselves silly. Strange creatures could be seen between the trees but never seemed to leave the forest. Horrific sounds echoed far beyond the border of this cursed landscape and terrified the locals. Day and night seemed twisted. The stars moving oddly and the daylight taking on strange but mesmerizing hues.
Obviously, this calls for an investigation!
Led by himself, naturally. His brother wanted to go ahead first, but that lazy magician would take way too long! The people were suffering now! They needed a brave and dashing knight—such as himself—to come in and resolve the situation! Thankfully, the lazy magician would likely be asleep until noon, leaving plenty of time for Blue to make it to the spooky enchanted forest and take care of the problem.
Beaming, Blue cheerfully put on his armor and made his way out of the castle, eagerly waving goodbye to everyone he passed. Some tried to stop and question him but justice waits for no one! Alphys looked like she was about to order him to run laps around the castle but Undyne’s timely arrival impeded such actions.
King Asgore was in the stables, spending time with one of the foals that recently joined them. The massive monster gentle as he brushed the coat encouragingly despite his fine clothing getting dirty with hay. This was hardly unusual. Both the King and Queen sought out quiet, humble activities in their downtime, though usually King Asgore preferred to garden. Queen Toriel must be having a tea party… or perhaps the royal children were? Hard to say without investigating but Blue had plenty to occupy his time as it was!
“Mweh!” Blue leapt onto his trusty steed and rode off, brimming with energy and determination.
After a few hours of riding, the forest in question came into view. Blue understood immediately why the alarm had been raised. It felt… off. Even just looking at it made Blue nervous in a way he barely understood. The trees seemed far too dense to be natural, the shadows long and thick even mere feet into the forest line. Magic hummed in the air even at this distance. Whatever was inside the forest was powerful.
Likely far more powerful than anyone Blue had faced before.
This did not, however, deter him. Far from it, Blue was further invigorated at the challenge he was suddenly presented with. Many foes had underestimated him due to his bright personality and size. All had swiftly learned better. And Blue was sure that this time would be no different!
It did mean he would need to leave his horse behind though, the poor dear was not nearly small enough to maneuver through the trees in a speedy manner. Toby had gotten him through some pretty interesting places, but he refused to be reckless with his friend. Though he’d seen Toby somehow shimmy out of tight spaces this forest was a bit beyond his skills.
Blue would, thankfully, have no such difficulties himself. His boots easily finding traction as he leapt across tangled roots and over thick bushes. Now, he didn’t know exactly what would lie at the center of this magic forest, but he was certain he was up to the challenge of besting it.
Assuming it’s not a sudden, very natural wellspring of magic going haywire. No amount of hammer blows would fix that… Blue gave an uncharacteristic scowl.
If that was the case, he would actually need Honey for it. As lazy as his brother is down to his very bones, he knew his way around magic. There was a reason he was the official Royal Magician, after all. And to his credit, he never slacked on his duties… simply everything else not required of him immediately. How he could stand laying about like he does, Blue couldn’t understand in the slightest. The mere idea of sitting down for longer than a moment made his joints itch.
Blue huffed and fixed his gaze on the rapidly growing spot of light ahead of him. There was definitely something there, though whether or not it’s what he was looking for was another question. Blue rather hoped it was, simply because the prospect of trapsing about the woods for hours searching for something, anything weird was torture. He couldn’t promise not to level a few trees if he was forced to spend more time than necessary under their oppressive shade.
The magic only grew more thick the further in he went, and he knew it was the source of his agitation. Something he needed to keep in mind. He wasn’t a little baby bones anymore! He was a Royal Knight! A title that deserves calm, collected thinking with decisive action!
Blue erupted from the tree line to find himself in front of a massive, sprawling castle. Though clearly aged, the stone walls were still immaculate, ivy climbing in thick curtains up and down the walls. There were several towers and many floors, the castle almost as large as the one he had left that morning at the capital. How anyone had missed it—and how he didn’t see it before entering the forest—boggled his mind. Magic was probably the answer, but Blue was unsatisfied if that was the case.
The castle was clearly mostly abandoned, the gardens overgrown and dotted with wildflowers mixed with Echo and Golden flowers. Something he never would have expected for an entrance to a castle given their typical uses as tea and messages. Condensed balls of magic formed and dissolved in the air, it was so thick. The light casting a rich purple glow as suddenly night began to fall.
Blue knew he had spent a few hours getting here, but he genuinely didn’t think it had taken him the entire day! Another act of magic? But why?
The lights he could excuse as wild magic. It happened in particularly powerful places on it’s own. The odd energy in the forest was also excusable. But to change the very sky?! That was deliberate. Blue paused and considered a field affect could be at play. It would make more sense, really. The magic seemed to mostly be contained to the forest. It was also possible that the roots of the trees had absorbed ambient magic and created a reinforced barrier. That would also explain why it had taken so long for anyone to notice.
Stranger things had happened, really.
Still! There was clearly someone at the center of all this! And Blue intended to find them!
First though, he needed to find a way in… this was a castle… there had to be a front gate somewhere, right?
Hours of attempting to circle the castle, getting stuck in bushes, and discovering all manner of oddly glowing insects led him nowhere. There simply didn’t seem to be any real way in, which was very strange. There had to be some sort of a gate. Who builds a castle without a single entrance for the inhabitants or supplies? At this point, Blue had no other alternative.
He'd have to start demolishing the castle like he’d been itching to do since he got here. All this fuss and not once has he seen anyone!
Not even guard dogs or a dragon at the tippy-top of the towers!
Huffing, Blue slapped his gloves together, rubbing the fine leather between his phalanges. Blue sparks erupted as a glowing blue bone formed under his palms. Humming with magic, Blue threw it in the air and caught it, swinging it in a wide arc as the massive head of his hammer formed. A Gaster Blaster skull biting down on a barrel of sparking magic. Cackling, Blue gave it a few twirls and readied himself.
If he couldn’t find a door in the wall, he’d make one!
Just as he was swinging back his giant hammer, he heard something above him.
“Halt! Who goes there making such a ruckus?” A voice echoed above his head. Blue paused, befuddled for a moment.
Glancing up, Blue spotted a gleaming suit of armor above him, peering down with glowing purple lights illuminating the closed helmet with a plume of white feathers.
Blue couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful armor for a moment. Even several dozen feet above, Blue could see the immaculate engraved detail. Silver lined with curling, delicate gold embellishments, the frame was somewhat bulky but clearly designed for speed. The lights within the dark confines of their helmet flickered briefly.
“…Oh! I am Blue! Royal Knight to Her Majesty, Queen Toriel! I am here to investigate the overflow of magic in the area that has been causing distress to the local community! You wouldn’t happen to know about that, would you?” Blue asked, nearly yelling in his excitement. The white feather bobbed amicably.
“I suppose I might. Hold a moment, Sir Blue. I shall open the gates for you!”
“Gates? There are gates?!” Blue muttered, whipping his head back and forth trying to see where they were.
There was a shimmer of light on the section of wall before him. Pinpricks of dazzling magic streaming across the stoneface, tracing out the undeniable outline of a door. The gate. The gate he’d been looking for… was completely hidden with magic!?
Blue was in awe as wood shimmered into existence and opened outward before him. It was massive, the thick foliage that had prevented him from investigating too closely before simply shying away and out of the path. The person who had spoken before stood on the opposite side. Just a bit taller than his own brother, they stood with a proper posture Blue couldn’t help but admire.
“Evening, Sir Blue! You spoke of an investigation?” They asked, voice somewhat echoing but cheerful. After a moment, Blue shook himself and focused on the task at hand.
“Yes! Have you not noticed the strange occurrences inside this forest? The magic is so thick they form bubbles just outside your castle walls!” Blue declared.
The person shrugged.
“Can’t say I’ve noticed any of it as strange.” They commented lightly before continuing, “I’ve only been alive for a while… is it… not supposed to be like this all the time?” They asked, pointing up at the sky.
Shimmering greens and pinks playfully spun voluminous clouds above their heads, the afternoon sun quickly fading with a trail of teal blue.
“…No.”
“Oh.” They mumbled. “That’s kind of a shame. I thought it was quite a lovely view myself.” They huffed, feather puffing up indignantly.
Blue blinked, finally dismissing his hammer.
“Wait! Did you say you’ve only been alive for a while?! Y-You… You’re armor?” Blue asked, feeling his magic bubbling in his eyes in excitement. They shrugged, the sound producing only a light, musical clatter of metal rather than the clunky sound it should have been.
“Yeah. It’s been pretty interesting. The castle and forest was already here when I woke up. Nothing really changed since then, so I’m afraid I don’t think I’ll be of much help finding the source of the magic you’re looking for.” They responded. Blue practically vibrated, beaming happily as he skipped forward with a delighted crow of laughter.
“That’s so amazing! I can’t believe it!” Blue declared, “Spontaneous existence is so rare, did you know that?! I’ve only heard of it happening twice before and that was a long time ago! You must have been here for a long time to take in enough magic to come alive!” Blue beamed up at them.
“Oh… That’s pretty impressive I suppose. Mostly, it’s been confusing though.” They shuffled on their feet, “But didn’t you have something else to do besides talk to me?” They asked softly. Blue nodded vigorously, grabbing their metal gauntlet and dashing towards the castle proper.
“Indeed I do, friend! Come along, we’ll look for the source together and you can ask me anything you like!” Blue offered as he pulled them along into the castle, the only illumination the flickers of magic in the air.
“I-If you insist!” They give in to Blue’s energetic and sincere demand as he blindly raced along the corridors, no particular destination in mind.
There was an odd sense of preservation about the castle. The stones that made up the walls and floors were pristine, but bits of moss and grass peaked in through the cracks. Ivy climbed the walls alongside immaculate hanging tapestries depicting abstract scenes. The furniture held not a speck of dust but the odd collection of glowing mushrooms with echo flowers under the chairs. It was haunting and beautiful.
Like all life had fled the premise and nature simply filled it back in, just shy of overtaking it.
Even the bedrooms and dining hall were affected. Beds perfectly made with dainty golden flowers growing from under the blankets. Curtains threaded with vines and tea sets left out with single echo flowers settled daintily inside the cups. Fireplaces were a controlled explosion of wildflowers and grass. The dining hall had plates set out for food but instead had an eclectic collection of plant life thriving. Chairs having their own tiny gardens. It was as though nothing was allowed to breath within these walls. Any sign of vermin like rats or insects completely absent.
There was even a library, the bookshelves blocked by a thick net of vines wrapping over ladders and columns alike. The many volumes obscured behind thick leaves. The more Blue saw, the more unnerved he became. This was… deliberate. Too deliberate.
If the castle had fallen into disrepair on its own there would be more damage. There would be cobwebs and rotting wood. Less perfect structures would begin to crumble. The amount of plants inside would mean a problem with the foundation. But there was none of that here. It wasn’t perfect preservation by any means but… the castle was still being eerily preserved.
Wild magic did not do this.
Deliberate magic could barely do this, and certainly not to this scale.
The towers held no answer. Several were locked tight or just used for storage. One was clearly a craft room at some point, but Blue didn’t sense any real magic lingering, so they left it at that.
There was really only one last place to look.
The dungeons. A castle of this size had to have them.
Blue noticed how his new friend barely spoke a word the entire time despite his generous offer to answer any questions they could think of.
“…Are you sure you want to do that?” They asked, freezing before the door to the dungeons.
Blue looked back at his friend and smiled softly.
“Yes. It feels important. And there’s nowhere else to look.” Blue gently pushed open the door to the dungeon, the thick wood silently opening.
They stepped over another clump of wildflowers before descending the stairs.
In the pitch black, only the light of Blue’s eyes illuminated the way until he summoned a glowing cyan bone to use as a makeshift torch.
There were no flowers down the staircase.
Only empty halls and cold torches and sconces. There were cells, of course. But only a few had flowers inside them. Several had mushroom clumps. But otherwise, there was nothing down here. The air was slightly damp but there wasn’t even a proper amount of mold on the walls. Magic flickered into existence before popping in a shower of light here and there.
Blue knew the source was down here.
And he knew his friend knew it too, even if they didn’t want to think about it for whatever reason.
Past the rows of cells and storage rooms there sat a single, massive iron door. Cracked just a hair rather than shut tight.
Blue felt his friend stay behind as he opened the door.
The room was somewhat small, though with a high ceiling. The crescent moon cutting down into the dark with eerie red light from a window high above. Ivy tumbling down between the bars with echo flowers growing on their stalks. Their ghostly blue glow far too gentle for the intense and unnatural light that showered the room with ambient light the longer blue stood there.
There was a single bed. Humble but undeniably uncomfortable, a bed of purple roses grew over the blanket. Somehow too small and vibrantly alive in a way none of the other flowers were before. Red veins crossed the leaves and lined the petals in soft, pulsing light. Far above him, Blue could hear the echo flowers whisper.
Long, long ago, there was a great kingdom of magic.
Loved by their people, the King and Queen ruled justly.
They had a single heir to the throne, who was equally beloved.
Then the kingdom grew sick.
The land began to die.
The livestock withered.
The people cried out in sorrow.
But there was nothing to be done.
One by one the people fell and never came back up.
The King and Queen searched for a cure.
They petitioned across the land for aid.
But nobody came.
The heir, so young and desperate, searched for a solution too.
They searched long after the King and Queen succumbed.
And they found it.
Too late, too little, and too weak.
Still, they tried.
They went down to the dungeons.
They invited the sickness into their soul.
It withdrew from the land.
It left the animals that once suffered.
Fled from the people that weakened under the strain.
And the Heir fell into a deep sleep.
Sealing the sickness away.
But the spell they cast did not work.
Too late to go back, they slept as their people fell once more.
Bodies withering away like ash and dust.
Leaving flowers in their wake.
The land healed.
But the people?
They suffer no more.
The heir was the last to go, taking the sickness with them.
But they remained still.
The heir was determined to remain.
They would persevere.
Whether they liked it or not…
Time wiped away their pain.
The years their memory.
Washed clean of misery until the day they could wake once more.
Free of fear or famine.
The kingdom forgotten.
Survived by none.
But is the heir truly free?
Or are they trapped like roses to a bush?
Blue stared down at the roses that pulsed with deep, unforgiving magic.
Of course. What else could have done this but a deep, desperate wish?
Blue looked back at his friend, who stared up at the blood red moon.
Smiling, Blue walked confidently up to the rose bush. After a moment of admiring them, he selected the most beautiful one. Plucking it free from it’s confines and removing the thorns, he twirled around and marched back to his friend.
Kneeling, Blue offered the rose with a dazzling smile.
“You should have said something, friend! If I had known I was in the presence of royalty, I would have bowed!” Blue declared, shocking them free from their stupor.
Purple lights flickered and wobbled.
“…I’m not royalty, blue. Get up.” They whispered, their voice thick with emotion.
“Of course, you are!” Blue reassured them, “What else can you be?”
“A failure? Look at what I have done, Blue! Aren’t you… worried? Afraid? Concerned in the least?”
“Nope!” Blue responded instantly. His friend looked down at him, armor trembling visibly.
“I… I can’t help you, you know. I can’t take it back. The magic overcame me. I don’t even remember how I did it.” They sank down to the floor with a certain sort of grace. “This could just be… what happens around me. For all we know, you’ll turn into flowers at any moment now.”
“I won’t.” Blue reassured them. “You don’t have to take back the magic, you know. It’s all really impressive actually! Would be a crying shame!”
“Then what do I do? You came here to investigate it. Make it stop scaring people. What am I… what are we supposed to do?”
“Well getting off the floor would be a good start. I know it’s really clean but it’s still a dungeon, ya know?” Both of them startled at the low, husky voice down the hall. “Should have known you’d run ahead of me, Blue.”
“Honey! Honey, isn’t this castle so impressive?!” Blue beamed happily, twiring the rose in his hand, “Can you believe my friend did all this?”
Honey snorted, offering his hand to Blue’s friend. After a moment of hesitation, they accepted and stood back up on unsteady legs.
“Well, that won’t do. You can’t leave in this state at all, can you?” Honey asked in that soft, worried tone Blue often heard when Honey was worrying over him, “All tied up in this place, you’d fall apart the minute you leave the tree line.”
“Then what do I do?” they asked softly.
“Let go. This place has stood for long enough. And it’ll keep standing, too. Really good mason work. And the frankly ridiculous amount of magic doesn’t hurt either.” Honey added, plucking the rose from Blue’s hand, observing it for a moment before gently smacking the metal visor with the petals. Carefully, Honey slipped in into the feather plume and watched as delicate vines stretched out, anchoring it in place.
They looked uncertain, swaying on their feet a bit. Eye lights fuzzy and almost gray. They glanced at the echo flowers and the bed of roses.
After a long moment, they nodded, sighing softly with a small hiccup.
Kindly, Blue took their hand as Honey took the other.
“C’mon… we’re right here with you.” Blue reassured them. “Queen Toriel would love to meet you, you know! Oh! And we can see the sky together too on the way! Not that this isn’t pretty but I think you’ll find the normal stars just as enchanting!”
“It is a lovely night out from beyond the forest…” Honey’s voice rumbled as they gently lead the way out of the dungeons.
Lights and magic flickered in the air with increasing frequency as they made their way up the stairs and down the halls. Past the many flowers that littered the hallways and rooms. Blue’s friend cried a little, as they went, but neither Blue nor Honey deigned to comment.
It was time to move on.
As they exited the castle the lights shimmered purple and lazily flew up towards the sky. Sticking against the red haze over the land and dissolving, revealing bits and pieces of the true sky beyond them. As Blue suspected before, there was an area of effect occurring here. Shielding and encasing the land in equal measure from everything. Even time.
Blue felt a thrum of pride swell in his ribcage as they gasped, beholding the true beauty of the sky for the first time in a very, very long time. The stars a glimmering net of light against the cosmos with a full moon beaming down on them with a cool, blue light.
The gardens and forest seemed to shrink in the natural light until they could comfortably be called ‘overgrown’. No longer the dense, almost unwelcoming place it had been before.
Faint afterimages of people swirled around them, dancing together before dissolving with laughter. An older couple stood in the doorway, gazing at them in contentment. They too, disappeared as a soft breeze swept through the courtyard.
Blue felt his hand being squeezed and glanced over at his friend.
“…Thank you…” They whispered.
Blue beamed and laughed.
“Mweh-heh-heh~! Anything for a friend!” Blue declared, blushing as bright blue dots scattered over his nasal cavity and cheekbones. And he meant it too.
He knew this was going to be a fun quest when he left the castle this morning!
#underswap#spooktober#underswap blue#reader insert#sort of#not from your POV though#ended a tad more tragic than intended cause I cut out the antagonist idea early on#also a little shorter as a result#hopefully enough spooky vibes for the season#and existential dread#bittersweet#originally it was all going to be from an overeager witch#but spooky haunted castle won out in the end#feeling a little soft writing for undertale again ngl#hope this was alright#sfw
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@summerxmelodies
Getting to the rank of admiral wasn’t easy. Even if one managed the get their hands on an extremely powerful devil fruit, it was no guarantee that one would reach the admiralty, or even vice-admiralty. It certainly helped, of course, but in the New World (where most of the creatures requiring an admirals attention dwelled), it was haki that reigned supreme. Roger and Garp had proven that. And the road to mastering haki was a very long one, even if one did have the aptitude for that particular gift.
This was no less true for Borsalino than it had been for anyone else. It had taken him years to climb to his current position, and in that time, he had served on all sorts of ships surrounded by all sorts of people. Some had been like Sakazuki, who’d burn the world to the ground if that was what it took to get rid of the filth. Others had been like Kuzan, who’d rather only target the ones that had gone out of their way to hurt the innocent or threaten the world in some way. A couple had even been like himself, those whose values didn’t quite fit with either extreme.
In the time that they had served together on the Valiant Thorn back in Kizaru’s Vice-Admiral days, Summers Warren had definitely come across more as someone who leaned more on the Sakazuki side of things. He’d been pretty adamant in those ideals of his, of that “Perfect Justice” he sought. Still, they’d gotten along reasonably well, at least on Borsalino’s end. They never got in each other’s way, and they lent a hand to each other when needed, which was more than the Admiral could say for some of the shipmates he’d had in his career.
So when Warren had come to him asking if he’d spare a moment to meet the man’s daughter, well, how could Kizaru refuse? Sure, it would’ve been absolutely absurd for a vice-admiral to waste an admiral’s time with something like that normally, but it was different for old shipmates, you know?~ When you survived the Grand Line on the same boat as someone else, it formed a...well, bond might be pushing it, but a connection, certainly. It was the sort of thing where, even if you didn’t particularly like your crewmates, you’d still help ‘em out and do ‘em a favor here or there. It wasn’t the sort of thing you really thought about; it was just what you did.
The yellow-coded Admiral was shaken from his rumination on the unspoken sailor’s code by a knock on his door. Ah, that Summers; ever the punctual one. Borsalino stood up from his desk and walked around the front of it as he said “Come on in; the door’s unlocked, you know?~”
#summers melody#summerxmelodies#kizaru#borsalino#one piece#rp#one piece rp#here ya go!#sorry for the wait#hope this was alright#and i hope to have fun rping with you!
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👀 Mind if Kōtarō shoots his shot for interaction ideas...?
Interaction Ideas
I'm going to be honest; given that Yamamoto considers even Lieutenants expendable, I don't think he'd give those who are Fourth Seat or lower during his life the time of day normally. So this is going to be one part contrived and two parts cheating. With that said, here we go:
It is the day of Kaien's death. Yamamoto visits the 13th Division in order to pay his respects and offers his condolences to Ukitake. On his way out, he happens to pass by a young Kotaro. While normally Yamamoto would be far too busy to waste time on an officer of such low rank, this is a solemn day. Thus, for once, he has empathy to spare and offers his condolences to the nebulously-low-numbered-seat as well. They have a conversation that spins off from there.
In a different world of steampunk wonder, Kotaro's skill with his air canons catches the eye of billionaire unintentional-playboy philanthropist Ukitake Jushiro. Ukitake takes such a liking to the street cleaner that he takes the young lad to Yamamoto. Unbeknownst to anyone outside his inner circle of Ukitake, Kyoraku, and Unohana, Yamamoto is the real power behind the city. He founded it, he owns 90% of the buildings and utilities within it, and the actions and agendas of his key agents make sure that everything keeps running in relative order. Kotaro, ever the humble street cleaner, has suddenly been thrust into a much bigger world with much darker alleys...
When Yamamoto was killed by Ywach, his soul was absorbed by the Emperor even as his corpse was messily desecrated. However, the process of converting Ywach into the new Soul King was as invasive as it was mind-bendingly cruel, and the unique methods involved caused Yamamoto's soul to be flung free from Ywach's grasp. Reborn in a world he does not recognize, with only a tattered uniform and Ryujin Jakka to comfort him, he is left unsure of what to do with himself and his new lease on life. As he learns about this new world and its strange ways, he eventually ends up forming a guild of his own called Koryu Dawn. Thanks to both the new Guild Master's natural strength and his talent for finding worthwhile individuals, Koryu Dawn experiences a fairly quick rise in notoriety. However, Yamamoto's new life hits a new snag when a joint mission with Phoenix Grave causes him to encounter a fellow refugee of his old world...
#galeforged#ryohei kotaro#yamamoto shigekuni genryusai#commandinginferno#ask meme#interaction ideas#yep#i super cheated with this one#by using aus#one of which i just straight up stole from you#that being said#let me just say#i really appreciate you have aus#for the brave souls aus#that's super cool#hope this was alright#thanks for the ask!
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Legacy of a Bygone Blade
@bluestmoons
"Black Knight Zelgius. You were my father's killer. And my last teacher."
As Zelgius lie in the Tower of Guidance, beaten and bleeding, he could not help the smile that spread across his face. He had been defeated in this final battle, but what a battle it had been! Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined his end would be so exhilarating! Never in his life had he felt so fulfilled, so alive! Perhaps it was appropriate that it was only at the end of his life that he could finally say he had no regrets. He had spent his life living in the shadows, but he had died blazing in the light. Now that his life was spent and that last, greatest struggle finished...perhaps now he could indulge in peace.
As the last life left his body, Zelgius felt no pain or fear. He felt only a strange, comforting calm. He felt all the weight he'd carried all these years fade away into nothing, and an inexplicable feeling of relaxation spread across his being. He lie there, blissful in that serene timeless peace. Perhaps it lasted for but a few seconds, or perhaps it lasted for centuries. Zelgius couldn't tell; he only felt like he was drifting through the most soothing air he had ever known.
Yet that blissful void could not last. All too soon, Zelgius found weight return to him. The ache of muscle and tension of tendons dragged him from his serene stupor back into the inconvenient world of sensation. He struggled to keep still in this strange, ethereal dream he'd found himself; he'd spent all he had, after all. There was nothing left for him in the land of the living. There was no point in returning, and it would aid no one if he did so.
Yet whatever force was responsible for his current state would not be denied.
He suddenly felt himself lying upon some sort of grassy surface. He very much was not thrilled at this, and he almost considered just laying there and letting nature take its course. Yet, he was roused from his self-pity by something wooden poking his right cheek. He let out a light grown before slowly sitting up, regretfully opening his weary eyes.
He was...in a forest? Certainly surrounded by a bunch of trees, if nothing else. They lacked the ethereal vibrancy of Serenes, so there was at least one place he was sure he wasn't. Even so, that didn't exactly help him in figuring out where he was. He brought one hand up to soothe his aching head, but gave a start when he noticed something that made this situation even stranger: he was still wearing his armor, but it was the wrong armor. Rather than the black armor of Sephiran's Knight, he was instead wearing the red plate of the Apostle's General. His left hand quickly moved to his side, and it found his blade, but it was the General's blade, not Alondite.
Before he could begin to puzzle out what in the seven hells was going on, he noticed something moving to his right. He turned his head quickly, ready to strike at a moment's notice, only to find a little girl looking back at him. Given her clothing, she didn't appear to be a peasant, but in his situation, he couldn't be sure of anything. Slowly, he began to speak as he allowed his hands to leave his sword. "My apologies. You startled me, my lady. May I have the honor of your name?"
#bluestmoons#zelgiusofbegnion#zelgius#leonie#fire emblem#blazing sword#radiant dawn#fire emblem rp#fe rp#heyo#hope this was alright#and i hope to have fun rping with you!
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Dog Meshi.
#dungeon meshi#falin touden#marcille donato#laios touden#The foreshadowing of the laios's barking is so funny. It isn't even just Marcille's flashback. It's everywhere.#It's the love of dogs. How he intimidates the basilisk. General fascination with creatures and their behaviours.#This is a man who is would not be a furry per say but would own a fursuit for the fascination of the craft.#Laios is the guy in the forums rating people's hybrid fursonas for nothing but the love of creatures.#Dog Laios would use his powers to go into dog-free restaurants.#That human impression is so good. One might say 'Woah who's that confident hairy guy? Alright boss; in you go.'#He would be the no.1 customer of a New York Deli that has no legal business license but makes the best sandwiches in the city.#“Would Senshi run it?” I think he would also be a dog in this theoretical AU. Which...makes the scene even funnier actually.#A comic in which everyone is dogs was never something I thought I'd make but here we are!#Marcille is a borzoi (elf of dogs). Tolden siblings are golden lab-retrievers.#Senshi is a scottish terrier. Chilchuck is harder; I need to think on that one. Another terrier perhaps.#Happy Thistle Thursday once again. I hope this comic makes someone laugh half as much as I did while drawing it.
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❝ to abandon a poisonous path and walk another is no small challenge. ❞ { from Grim }
God of War Ragnarok Starters
Heracles nodded at that. "And those who manage to do so are truly noble souls. I know many who failed to accomplish it and very few who succeeded. Such strength of character is to be applauded." He then gave the supporting Master a grin. "Feeling rather philosophical today, are we?"
#fate rp#atdutiesend#grim waite#heracles#sabercles#fgo verse#you didn't specify which version#so i defaulted to fate#hope this was alright#and i hope to have fun rping with you!#greatestheroofgreece
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foxes
#artists on tumblr#art#illustration#fox#foxes#my art#hi everyone im alive actually after a whole surgical ordeal hope you all are doing alright
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i'm just filling up a kim without glasses lore gap with random shit, don't mind me
#my drawing#disco elysium#drawing kim is more about relearning how human faces are constructed and perspective than anything else xD#i hope he turned out alright i stared at him for too long to know lol#i also like the idea of kim making harry laugh
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Based on this tweet:
#my art#comic#hannigram#hannibal lecter#will graham#i left out the panel where they climb over the table and start kissing sloppy style#making good on my threat to start drawing+posting them more teehee >:3#oh it was a STRUGGLE to try and draw them and have them look like who theyre suppsoed to be#i hope i did alright
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@soulxfragments
Random Starter Call
Unohana stood in the training hall, practice sword in hand as she deftly ignored the stares and whispers her presence was receiving. Normally she wouldn’t have bothered coming here; no one who trained in the common hall was capable of properly sparring with her, and none of the wounds that occurred on occasion were serious enough to warrant her personal attention. However, the present situation demanded a change in her usual routines.
After all, a personal favor asked by the head of the Kuchiki clan himself was not one easily refused.
Apparently, today was one of the days he was meant to train Jezebel-san. However, an...internal matter had transpired within the clan, and as the reigning head, he had little choice but to personally oversee the situation. Even so, neglecting his obligation to his student was out of the question. Thus, he had bitten the bullet and requested that Unohana attend in his stead.
Now, to be frank, Unohana was not sure that she would have chosen herself in his position. Certainly, in terms of pure skill with a blade, she was still unmatched in all of Soul Society. As a peerless swordswoman, she might seem the ideal swordsmanship instructor. However, Byakuya’s blade-and thus, the blade he taught-was based on the foundation of Kendo. Unohana’s was based on Kenjutsu. They may have seemed similar to the untrained, but they had completely different philosophies shaping them.
Yet he had come to her, and she had agreed to his request. He had not shared his reasoning, and he was under no obligation to do so. Whatever questions she may have regarding his decision ultimately did not matter; all that did was to properly instruct his student in his stead until such a time that he could resume his duties personally. One trait that Unohana and Byakuya shared was a tendency to take their duties extremely seriously, no matter what those duties happened to actually be.
Unohana was roused from her musings by the sound of the sliding doors opening, and she smiled slightly as she saw Jezebel-san being led by one of the Kuchiki clan servants. She walked over to the pair, her soft and steady steps barely making a sound on the tatami mats she strode upon. “Hello, Jezebel-san. Have you been doing well?”
#soulxfragments#jezebel amaris wolfert#Unohana Retsu#unohana yachiru#benevolent predator#bleach#rp#bleach rp#random starter call#here ya go#hope this was alright#and as always#lemme know if i need to change anything
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Luffy week day 3:
Sleep/Sunflower
#luffy week 2024#luffy week#one piece#monkey d luffy#not pictured: ace and sabo keep on putting more sunflowers around luffy to see how many they can before luffy wakes up#played around with a few new blending modes this time around#hope the colors turned out alright
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I'm gonna get the humans out of here and then I'm coming back. I won't leave you on your own.
GOOD OMENS - 2.06 Every Day (for queerbuck)
#goodomensedit#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#good omens 2#good omens 2 spoilers#good omens 2x06#*#shows#managed to get to it today after all#hope this is alright mony <3
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By the Sword
@txnichtgut
Rumor mills formed in any place where people gathered, and that was as true within the hollowed halls of Garreg Mach as it was within the slummiest pub. People would always crave entertainment no matter how high or lowly born they were, and among the rich and elite of Fodlan, there was no shortage of juicy news to gossip about. Such talk was difficult to avoid even for those with no interest in it; news had a way of spreading itself throughout the monastery proper and the academy both, even when one actively resisted learning anything. Sometimes information spread like a wildfire, instant and vicious, and sometimes it spread slowly and insidiously as it slithered through the dark crevices of Fodlan's center, yet it spread all the same.
So when it was announced quite suddenly that Lady Rhea herself had appointed not one, but two new instructors for Fodlan's most prestigious education center, everyone who was anyone knew about it within the day. The first, a young mercenary named Byleth, had been appointed as a full time instructor despite being a youth not even 20 years of age. They were, naturally, the centerpiece of the current round of rumors circling the monastery, but they were not the only point of interest. Along with Professor Byleth, there had appeared another warrior, a man named Zelgius.
If Byleth were an enigma, then Zelgius was a walking mystery. It was easy enough to come by information concerning Byleth; her father, the (in)famous Jeralt was forthcoming enough. But Zelgius? Here was a man no one had ever heard of, wearing strange crimson armor and wielding a sword of a make no one recognized and that no commoner could afford, who had (if the hearsay were to be believed) shown such prodigious skill with that bizarrely well-made blade that Lady Rhea had made him a probationary swordsmanship instructor despite the giant gaping blank spot that was the man's past. It was unheard of. Unprecedented. Something so ripe for speculation could never fail to catch the interests of those drained from prayer and schooling.
Thus the atmosphere of that first class with this new man of mystery was one of excitement and anticipation rarely felt within a schooling environment. When he arrived at the training field, still clad in that red plate armor, the class almost immediately fell silent. The man examined each student there, carefully allowing his gaze to fall on each one individually before he spoke. "My name is Zelgius. For the time being, I shall be acting as your instructor in swordsmanship." He raised high a dull practice blade before continuing. "I warn you now: a sword is not as kind a mistress as an axe or a lance. It does not have the weight of the axe, nor the reach of the lance, and it is not as easy to use as either. Learning to wield this weapon properly will demand more from you than its alternatives; you must have precision and speed, as well as the perception, timing, and wisdom to make its strengths matter while not falling prey to its weaknesses. My instruction shall reflect this."
He allowed the practice blade to return to his side as he began to pace slowly in front of the gathered students, making sure to maintain eye contact with them as he did so. "I shall not be a gentle teacher, but I shall be a fair one. I shall demand much from you, but never that which you cannot give. Not everyone learns in the same way, nor at the same rate, and I shall do my utmost to accommodate these differences. However, one way or another, you will learn or you will fail. The path of a swordsman is not one for the indecisive. You will commit yourself to your studies here, or you will not be passing this class. If you give your all to my instruction, then I swear that I will aid you in becoming a true master."
He stopped pacing as he stood before the center of the gathered class and impaled the tip of his practice sword into the ground. He looked from one student to the next, making note of each's expression at his little introductory speech before concluding it. "Are there any questions before we begin?"
#zelgius#caspar#caspar von bergliez#fire emblem#three houses#radiant dawn#fe rp#fire emblem rp#heyo#hope this was alright#and i hope to have fun rping with you#zelgiusofbegnion#txnichtgut
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