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teecupangel · 1 year

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I'm looking at all the "Desmond's sad familial situation" posts here and... Let's fix it a bit, shall we? I mean, insomuch as it's possible in AC 'verse. Potential parental figures for Desmond (cause Isu bullshit, Sage bullshit, time travel shenenigans, etc): Hades, Aita, Sigurd, Hytham, Machiavelli, Shay Cormac

Me at seeing Hades and Aita on the list: ……… yeeaaahhh, they’d probably be better fathers than William Miles.

So let’s tackle each one and see how we can set them up:

Hades:

Hades in AC Odyssey is a dick BUT he does love Persephone. (Persephone though… that’s another story). So, in this setup, let’s say Desmond is Hades and Persephone’s child. Now, they’re commonly known to have two children: Zagreus and Melinoë.

Zagreus would be fun because there are records that state he isn’t Hades’ son but Zeus’ (Tinia) (Melinoë too but that’s because the Orphics believe that Zeus and Hades are the same god). And his death was orchestrated by Hera (Juno) where he was torn to pieces but Athena (Minerva) managed to save his heart which he gave to Zeus. From that heart, Dionysus was born. A little bit of AC Isu-ness sprinkled in this story and we will have an easy “Desmond is actually the Sage of Zagreus” setup instead. Juno had Zagreus killed because Tinia was planning to have Zagreus join them as part of the Capitoline Triad and Juno assumed she was going to be kicked out, not realizing that Tinia’s plan was for him to step down and let Zagreus take over his projects. Minerva (his aunt/half-sister) managed to save his ‘heart’, putting him in a prototype version of the ‘Mead’ and that’s how she changed course in terms of preparing for the Solar Flare. In this scenario, we can also add that Desmond’s main three ancestors (and Edward as well since he died before his grandson was born) were the Sages of Zagreus.

For Melinoë, there are a lot of similarities between her and Hecate. In this setup, Desmond was reborn as Melinoë and she’s Hades and Persephone’s daughter. To make it more interesting, Hades isn’t sure if she’s really his daughter as there are rumors that she might be Zeus’ daughter instead. Because of this, Hades is distant but gives her anything she wants. Persephone doesn’t like her and ignores her so the one person who is actually her usual companion is Hecate. This will setup a more ‘caring aunt that may have an agenda of her own’ Hecate and Desmond/Melinoë relationship.

Another child that is supposed Hades’ (and Persephone’s according to the Orphics) is Macaria. Not much is known to Macaria other than she’s associated with ‘blessed death’ so this is the setup where Hades will be the doting father to her either because he’s sure she’s his daughter or maybe because she looks a lot like Persephone. She can have whatever she wants and can do whatever she wants as long as she does not leave the Underworld.

Regardless of which child Desmond is reborn as, the main plot could probably be: leave the Underworld to find his ancestors who should be in Elysium, maybe pretend to be visiting dear sweet mother.

Aita:

We’re basing this on the idea of him being Aita and Juno’s biological son which we have covered here.

For all the less than savory (to put it mildly) things Juno and Aita have done, they still loved their son as much as an Isu can love their offspring because he’s a product of their love.

So they would definitely spoil him and, really, the only real problem they have with their son is that he tends to be nice to the slaves.

All the while, Desmond is so, so confused by what’s happening and he’s trying to pretend to be a dutiful son because he doesn’t want Juno and Aita to realize something is wrong but this also means that he’s kinda, sorta, enjoying all the affection? It’s a really, really strange complicated feeling, that’s for damn sure.

Sigurd:

Desmond is Sigurd and Randvi’s son that was born after Sigurd left to raid the lands east of their home. He’s really Sigurd’s son and no one disputes that. He would grow up being cared for and loved by the clan, especially Eivor who is both just happy to be with her nephew and also wants Desmond to not feel the loneliness she felt when her parents died.

Then Sigurd returned from his 2-year voyage and he starts spoiling him to make up for the 2 years he had been gone. Desmond both loved and is embarrassed by the attention. He keeps staring at Basim and Hytham because ‘hidden blades! Holy shit, hidden blades! What the fuck!!!’ and everyone assumed that he’s fascinated by them.

Insert a bit of Basim being fatherly with Desmond because he reminds him of his son (and yes, we can overly complicate this and add more soap opera level drama by making Desmond be Fenrir’s Sage as well if you like)

Desmond growing up in Ravensthorpe and being a regular visitor to the Hidden One bureau which will give us big brother!Hytham moments.

Of course, this is Sigurd, and Dag and Basim exist so this will also have Dag telling Sigurd that Eivor is trying to replace him as Desmond’s parent (which is bullshit) and Basim is also being a bit creepy with him because what better way to take his vengeance than to make Sigurd (who he believes is Odin) feel the same pain of losing a cherished son?

Hytham:

Soooo… my EivorxHytham heart wants to make Desmond their child but a more reasonable/believable idea would be that Desmond was born after Eivor left for Vinland for Odin knows why (seriously, fuck you, last chapter) and Desmond’s mother is… let’s say an NPC we’re going to kill during childbirth. XD

This would be more about Desmond growing up as the son of a mentor (red flag right there) and having him compare Hytham to William Miles a lot. Hytham being a single father would also force him to take care of Desmond as much as he can but he will have the support of his acolytes and Assassins.

Desmond would grow up in Ravensthorpe during the changing time in England. But, more importantly, he will grow up in an environment so similar to the Farm but different in all the right ways as well.

If you want to add Eivor in this, Desmond could end up going to Vinland, not to find Eivor but to go to the Grand Temple. Maybe have Eivor see him and go “Hytham?” and they start to become close the longer Desmond stays in Vinland.

Machiavelli:

Well, according to the internet, he did have a lot of children and it seems like none of them are mentioned in his Wikipedia page? I had to get their names from this site

Since Machiavelli married Marietta Corsini in 1502 (no month), the earliest Desmond could be born is on late 1502 (December 21, 1502 perhaps? Hahahaha).

This would mean Desmond would be born during Borgia rule in Roma and be stuck in Firenze which… okay, he understands he can’t do anything to help since he’s a goddamn baby but still… he wants to be with Ezio.

Machiavelli would be strict, especially with Desmond who will be his oldest son. He would also know something is strange about him, especially once Desmond shows his skills even at such a young age.

Also, making Desmond be born around 1502~1503 means he would be too young to accompany Ezio in Constantinople which gives us the excuse of making this Machiavelli-centric instead of, well, Desmond running away as soon as he can to be with Ezio because he’s dumb like that. XD

Shay:

…. We have the perfect storm to make this the angstiest fic we can make by ensuring Desmond is born after Shay becomes a Templar. To be more specific, Desmond is born around the same time as Arno.

And the day Shay kills Charles Dorian, Arno, and Élise had another playmate: Desmond (who just wanted to relax near the tables full of food but Élise is a persistent little girl and Desmond doesn’t really want to be mean to a girl)

Desmond grew up thinking Shay is a wandering Assassin. He definitely looked the part. So when he learned that Shay is actually a Templar, he’s torn. He loves him as a father but, at the same time, he knows that Shay believes in the Templar cause and… He can’t. He just… he can’t.

So runs away once more.

To Ratonhnhaké:ton.

Of course, there’s a lot of eyes on him, thinking this may be a trap or that he’s planning something but Ratonhnhaké:ton accept him. There’s something about him that just… makes Ratonhnhaké:ton trust him.

So, in this scenario, Desmond does have a happy childhood with Shay but he still chooses to be with Ratonhnhaké:ton because, well, Shay being a Templar is a red flag.

Then Ratonhnhaké:ton received a letter from the Parisian Brotherhood requesting his aid because Shay Cormac has taken over the Parisian Rites after the death of its two last Grand Masters.

Desmond joins Ratonhnhaké:ton because he can’t leave Ratonhnhaké:ton’s side and ends up meeting Arno has been become a Master Assassin and have returned from his self-imposed exile after the death of the love of his life.

And Arno remembers Desmond being the child they played with when his father was killed. He and Arno are around the same age so they get paired up for missions a lot and this ends up making things more complicated when Arno later finds out that Desmond is Shay Cormac’s son, the son of the man who killed his father.

Then there’s Shay who thinks Desmond has been misled by the Assasins and is trying to get him back.

Add in the drama and the slap on the face on Shay’s part once he realized that Desmond is loyal to the man who killed Haytham Kenway.

And we have… one of the most convoluted soap opera drama level fic idea… at the moment...

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Eclipse: Chapter 1

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Adventure Characters: Apollo, Hades, Nico di Angelo, Will Solace According to the prophecy, Will has to go to on a quest to Tartarus. According to Apollo, that isn’t going to happen, even if it means he has to break the Ancient Laws. It's finally here - this fic was conceived in February 2022 and after fourteen months it's finally finished and ready to share! At its core, this fic is a response to the upcoming novel The Sun and The Star, specifically the plot I would love to see but know for a fact won't happen for reasons that hopefully will be obvious very quickly - so I wrote my own version! I have specifically avoided any TSATS spoilers so any similarities are completely unintentional. After today, updates will be biweekly on Tuesdays and Fridays. This is the longest story I've ever completed at over 130k words, and I hope you enjoy the ride! There are blanket warnings for various degrees of injuries and similar nasties throughout the fic.

HADES I Not Another Blasted Prophecy

“No.”

Apollo could be dramatic when he wanted to be, which was more often than not, and this was no exception. How his nephew had barged his way down into the Underworld – and specifically his own palace – Hades was not quite certain, but he knew he didn’t approve. Apollo’s current temperament was not helping any thoughts of endearment, either.

“Absolutely not,” his nephew ranted, inconsiderate enough of his surroundings to glow as brightly as his chariot, freezing several skeletons in place and going so far as to immolate the ones that didn’t manage to escape his immediate sphere of influence. The sun was not supposed to materialise in the realm of the dead, and it was certainly not supposed to be in the heart of his palace, ranting about something Hades had yet to make heads or tails of.

“Leave,” he ordered, cutting through Apollo’s next nonsensical words. “You do not have my permission to be here.”

Apollo, all blindingly painful energy and movement, stilled and his eyes met Hades’ own. All of them had eyes like fire, a window to the true godly energy concealed beneath the forms they favoured, and Apollo was always the brightest, the most vibrant. Usually, those flames were gold, dancing more in amusement as he went about his business. Sometimes, they flickered blue, into the territory of white-hot and dangerous when he couldn’t quite smother the rage that occasionally flared up inside of him.

Today, they were neither golden nor blue-verging-on-white. Today, they were orange, and mortals might think that orange was a weak flame, but mortals had never stood on the bank of the Phlegethon and felt its frigid heat soaring through their essence. Hades could not recall seeing the exact shade of fire water in Apollo’s eyes before, and he could not say he was pleased to see it now.

The river of healing and fire suited his nephew better than he cared to admit, at his most volatile, and Hades did not need that same nephew’s domain of prophecy and foresight to conclude that something drastic was about to occur.

Why did Apollo have to come to the Underworld in this mood?

“I am not letting this happen,” his nephew all but hissed, solar flares cascading off of him in waves and dousing Hades’ throne room in colours it had never seen before.

Colours it was never supposed to see.

“Get out,” he snapped, drawing the shadows in tighter and snuffing out the vestigial edges of the light. Whatever it was Apollo was having a fit about, Hades was not having that behaviour in his palace. His nephew didn’t even flinch as the outer edges of his light faded away, instead having the gall to continue to approach his throne. The souls of his robe writhed against the encroaching light. “Apollo-”

“They’re going to the Pit,” Apollo growled. “And I will not let that happen.”

In theory, there were any number of candidates that could be encompassed by the word they. Six billion living souls above them, a large minority with some level of godly legacy from various pantheons, left for a large degree of interpretation.

In practicality, there was only one they his nephew would ever bother to talk to him about, only one they both of them had any level of investment in, and Hades had always been cold, ever since taking on the domain of the Underworld, but that did not stop the icy realisation curling up inside his essence.

He gave no sign of this to the younger god in front of him. “I told you to leave, Apollo,” he ordered, rising to his feet and drawing upon his domain to evict the unwelcome interloper.

Apollo was powerful, yes, but despite his brother’s paranoid fears, he was not at the level of an elder god – certainly not in the heart of Hades’ domain, so far from any of his own. Fire water eyes widened a fraction, not enough to be a chink in Apollo’s armour and betray what he was truly thinking but enough to prove which of the two was more powerful, as the blazing sun was muffled and stifled into a dying star.

“And next time you decide to offend me with your obnoxious presence, leave the dramatics at the door.”

With one last heave of his powers, the sun god vanished, expelled from the realm of the dead and deposited back in the Overworld, where he belonged.

Hades was under no illusions that Apollo would stay there, however. His time as a mortal had changed something inside him – nothing so dramatic it had altered the core of the god, but enough that he was now apparently willing to consider and do things that before he would have brushed off.

And, truly, Hades could not in honesty say that he did not understand his nephew’s protectiveness of the demigods. That was not to say Hades cared about the half-bloods running about on the husk that had once been his grandmother as a whole, but his own child – one, single living child – had done much to worm his way into his attention.

In fact, he had done it by being so obnoxious it was difficult to dismiss him, rather like a certain sun god. Perhaps there was some logic behind his decision to couple with one of Apollo’s myriad of offspring, after all.

Regardless of the hows and whys, Hades had found himself wanting Nico to be happy, a feat all but impossible for one of his own children (and, secretly, a reason why it had been so easy for him to keep the pact his younger brothers had failed miserably at; there was little reason to bring demigods into the world if, even by the standards of heroes, their lives would be short and miserable). Happy meant having friends, being accepted, even having a son of Apollo for a boyfriend, it transpired. Happy did not mean returning to the depths of Tartarus, which was why Hades had explicitly forbidden it after learning of his last trek down there.

Perseus Jackson might no longer be the unwitting holder of his son’s heart, but he had certainly done plenty of damage while he’d had it. Hades was certain this rebellious streak had more of Poseidon’s influence on it than his own, even if he knew that, truthfully, Maria had been just the same. Of course she had, to have not one, but two children out of wedlock at a time when a woman’s reputation was solely dependent on her marriage status.

Not for the first time, and not for the last time, either, Hades wished she had taken his offer of a palace by the Styx.

Apollo’s children, by contrast, were less mired in tragedy. As far as demigods went, they were weaker, not bright beacons for monsters and quests despite their parentage, and thrived in the modern world just the same as they had across the millennia. No matter how much society changed, there were always calls for healers and music, and Apollo seemed particularly gifted at not passing down his less favourable domains to his children. Hades could not recall the last time he’d heard of a Plague Child. There was no reason for Apollo to cling so tightly to his living offspring.

No reason except for the increased influx of demigod souls to Elysium over the past few years, with a far higher percentage of Apollo’s children compared to the rest. Except for the six months Apollo had just spent as a mortal, bonding with demigods in a way no god – not even Dionysus, despite his current position as Camp Director of Camp Half-Blood – had done for millennia. Except for the way Apollo had, ever so subtly, changed after his punishment.

That had been particularly cruel of Zeus, in Hades’ opinion. The quests were one thing, and almost getting his son killed had been another, and Hades had approved of neither, not when he could see echoes in his brother of their father in the actions – a tyrant in the making that not he, not Poseidon, and not even their sisters could bear to see but equally had no idea how to stop it before it got too far – but the cruellest punishment of all had been giving Apollo, the god who loved so deeply and unapologetically, no choice but to make bonds with mortals who would all too soon pass beyond his reach.

Now his nephew was attached to his mortal offspring, and it was already making him do reckless things, barely a day after regaining his own godhood. Hades couldn’t deny that he was glad for the warning his son was intending on finding a way to sneak into Tartarus despite being told explicitly that he was never to do so again, because that meant he knew to keep a closer eye on Nico’s actions, but he did not appreciate his palace being invaded without so much as a by-your-leave.

(His sister, no matter how much the pair of them disagreed on everything, at least pretended to ask permission before barging in to see her daughter.)

And yet, he had invited Apollo to come back, as much as he ever gave invitations, and his nephew was not stupid enough to miss the way he’d worded the last dismissal. Knowing that Nico intended to go to Tartarus again – taking his boyfriend with him as though he’d lost any common sense he might have once had and failed to realise that a child of the sun, especially one as healing oriented as that one, would have no chance at surviving – was useful, yes, but it was not enough. It did not tell him why, and that was important. There had to be a reason why Nico would even consider returning there, especially against his own father’s orders, and there was a part of Hades that feared it was because he had no choice.

Therefore, he made sure to always keep one splinter of himself on his throne, even as the rest of him busied around with all the work that went into keeping the Underground functioning, and waited for Apollo’s inevitable return, knowing it would not be long.

Sure enough, it was barely a day before he felt the same unnatural light permeating through his realm, heading for his palace. Hades was going to need to find which entrance his nephew was sneaking in through and do something about it before any of his other brethren decided to follow Apollo’s example (he suspected the doors of Orpheus, given their musical nature), but for the immediate present, he had other things to push to the forefront of his mind. Chief amongst those was the information he was determined to glean from his nephew, no matter what Apollo was planning on telling him, and he gathered all of himself back together again, whole on his throne moments before there was a knock on his door.

A knock. That was un-Apollo-like enough for him to harbour some sliver of hope that, just maybe, he could get through his conversation without getting so frustrated at his nephew’s dramatics that he threw him out again.

Of course, Apollo wasn’t so unlike himself that he’d follow the common courtesy of waiting to be permitted entry before pushing the door open and stepping in, matching Hades’ stature exactly as he strode towards the throne.

He was, at least, making some sort of effort not to immolate the dead this time, which was about as far as Hades could expect Apollo’s hold on his natural tendency for dramatics to extend. His eyes betrayed him, however – still windows that seemed like they were offering a view of Phlegethon, rather than Apollo himself, and proving that he was no calmer than he had been on his previous visit.

Hades didn’t bother with small talk, pleasantries, or giving Apollo the chance to control the conversation.

“Why,” he demanded, leaning back on his throne and making sure he was still looking down at the younger god from his dais, “is my son planning to disobey me and return to the Pit?”

“Our sons,” Apollo corrected, but Hades waved him off.

“I never forbade your offspring entry,” he said. “If William wants to dive into the Pit, I will not stop him, although I will question his sanity.” His throne room brightened by a noticeable degree and Hades pulled on the shadows to dampen Apollo’s influence but otherwise ignored the minor – by Apollo’s standard – dramatics. “That was not my question, Apollo. Why is Nico planning to return there, against my explicit command?”

If it had anything to do with Apollo’s offspring, he was going to have to keep a closer eye on that relationship.

Apollo met his gaze firmly, unafraid. “He believes something down there is calling him.”

“What.”

The word slipped out before Hades could consider if he wanted to give it voice or not, his throne room darkening further until the only light was what little Apollo was mustering against the shadows encroaching on the sun god.

Something in Tartarus was calling his son? Hades’ thoughts leapt immediately to his giant bane, who would no doubt know of his son’s existence even if Nico had never directly interacted with him. Alcyoneus was unfortunately intelligent, and it would not be beyond his schemes to attempt to lure Hades’ son down to him if he could not get to Nico himself.

Why Nico was listening was another matter entirely.

“I refuse to believe my son is so foolish as to listen to a voice from the Pit,” he said, narrowing his eyes at his nephew, “and despite his foolish father, surely William would not let him return there.” If that son of Apollo was in any way encouraging it…

“He believes it is… Bob.” Apollo’s tone was difficult to decipher, but Hades did not think he was particularly impressed, although whether by the name or the Titan’s real identity, he was not certain. “Whom he believes he owes a debt.”

Perseus Jackson’s fatal flaw was not supposed to be infecting his son.

“He owes him no such debt.” The memory-wiped Titan had never been the most comforting of individuals to have around his palace, no matter how much Persephone had enjoyed ordering him around. Hades had no fond recollections of his uncle, or living in close proximity to Titans; while it was possible that returning to Tartarus had restored Iapetus’ memory, he was far more comfortable with the knowledge that the Titan was back where he belonged.

Still, now he knew that something was luring his son down there, there were preventative measures that could be taken. Hades would not thank Apollo for bringing the information to his attention, because he was well aware his nephew had only done so in order to prevent his own son from dying in Tartarus, but he was, privately, glad that the younger god had opted to do so.

“Very well,” he said out loud, rising from his throne and making sure he remained taller than his nephew as he descended his dais. “I will keep a closer eye on my son, and prevent him from returning. You are dismissed, Apollo.”

The sun god startled, as though he hadn’t expected to be thrown out. Or perhaps he had, and was surprised that Hades was not forcibly banishing him this time. “But-”

“You are dismissed,” he repeated more insistently, walking past him without a backwards glance. “Leave, before I make you.”

“No, you don’t-”

Hades gathered his shadows and sent them to swarm the younger god, ignoring his protests. Apparently an eviction was required after all. “Do not worry, I see no reason to inform my brother of your attempt at interfering with demigod lives,” he told him, considering that more than enough as a show of gratitude. “Goodbye, Apollo.”

His power surged, preparing to hurtle his nephew back to the overworld.

“There’s a prophecy!” Apollo shrieked just as he disappeared, and Hades froze in place for a moment, before realising the other god was gone and reaching out his shadows to snatch him back.

“There’s. A. What?” he growled out as the sun god – the god of prophecy – reappeared, hair slightly dishevelled from the sudden transportation.

“A prophecy,” Apollo repeated, standing up straight and locking eyes with Hades. The orange flames within flickered fiercely, and Hades couldn’t help but notice the vain god not even raising a single hand to fix his hair. “It was spoken yesterday.”

Just before Apollo appeared in his realm in a flurry of drama and Phlegethon-eyes, desperate to find a way to stop it, Hades realised in hindsight.

He was not Zeus; he knew that Apollo did not choose the prophecies that were spoken by his oracles, and nor did he have any control over their timing. Unlike his little brother, he would not torment Apollo over an aspect of his domain he did not actually control.

That did not stop him from covering the distance between them in a single step and grasping his nephew by the throat. “And this prophecy says that my son will return to the Pit?” he demanded, his nails digging into the soft flesh of Apollo’s favourite form.

Being a god, Apollo did not actually need to breathe in order to be capable of speech, so Hades had no qualms about how tightly he gripped his throat.

“Our sons,” the younger god corrected. “It was spoken to both of them.” Apollo was carefully avoiding which Oracle had issued the prophecy, as though that would stop Hades from finding out and unleashing another curse – the odds were higher than even that it was once again that blasted Delphic prophecy, and if she was going to be the reason Hades lost the last of the di Angelos, she would not be spared.

Hades was no fool; he knew that, with the exception of Great Prophecies, they were spoken to one they were relevant to. If Apollo was certain that it had been issued to the two demigods specifically, then it was inevitable that somehow, no matter what evasions anyone – mortal or god – tried to make, they would be the subject of it. Still, he could at least try to hope that there was something else at play.

If he lost Nico, his last child, to a prophecy…

The Pythia would only be the start of his retaliation.

“What did it say?” he demanded.

Apollo had not looked away despite Hades’ aggression; his eyes remained that burning fire water as he stood stock still, head tilted upwards partially because of Hades’ own hand, and partially because his nephew refused to back down. It backfired slightly on the younger god, however, because it meant Hades could see the barest glimmer of fear within his expression.

Despite that, the god of prophecy’s voice was perfectly steady as he spoke.

Sunshine and darkness go deeper than earth Topaz and silver search for rebirth Gold passes through the shadow of death A fading light to take one final breath

Chapter 2>>

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kits-foragings · 9 months

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Homebrewery Link

This is very much a remake/straight upgrade of the existing Sun Soul Monk, a subclass that most people regard with a resouding meh. The basic idea here was to make its feature actually synergise with the Monk's core kit way better.

More below the cut:

Tied Radiant Sun Bolt in with a couple other abilities: letting the Monk do a diet-smite of its own, as well as a short-range AOE attack, the latter of which is based on the Ascendant Dragon. Might change it, who knows.

Solar Flare (really wearing the Dragonball inspiration on my sleeve here) is a more defensive feature, taking inspiration from the Light Cleric's Warding Flare, with a additional potetial to blind.

Flashing Burst, this is the good shit. Giving the Monk access to radiant versions of two of 5e's best damage spells might be a bit much, but I feel it captures the Dragonball Energy Blast fantasy better than anything else could.

Finally, Living Light. This was initially going to be the 3rd-level feature instead of 17th, but I took what was there and scaled it up. A flight speed, more consistent damage, radiant sunlight, just a bunch of small but significant boosts.

#dnd #dnd homebrew #subclass #5e homebrew #homebrew subclass #monk #dragonball

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the team's (my version) biggest character flaws (that I write into them):

Chase: Ego. While this Chase has a far smaller ego than the one in the show, it's still present (in a more realistic sense for how it would develop as he grew up). He's not obnoxiously braggy, besides one or two comments, moreso the one being crushed by his being "perfect". Where it comes up and flaws him is the fact that he absolutely believes he's the smartest person in the room. While fundamentally it's true, it makes him not listen to anyone else, especially Kaz. He doesn't think Kaz is stupid by any means (he notices his intelligence the most), but he's so ingrained in the idea of superiority that no one can possibly have a better plan or thought than him

Bree: Insecurity. She comes off as bright, bubbly, and energetic, but when she slows down she's a complete jumble of what ifs and whys. Even though she went with hustle and muscle, she believes deep down that her biological brothers are superior to her entirely. She believes she HAS to be a hero regardless, otherwise they and innocents will be hurt (see caged on my ao3). She convinces herself that she wants to be a hero, and that she is one. But she has a gut feeling that she isn't meant for it, that she isn't worthy.

Kaz: Emotion. We all know this Kaz has literally explosive emotions all across the board. He loves too deeply, cares too deeply, depresses too deeply, and angers in a dangerous and terrifying way. His emotions only became more and more unstable after decimation, giving him the deep rooted paranoia that comes up when he trains with solar flare. It brought up the panic, fear, and guilt he is continously swamped with. He knows he could hurt any of his loved ones with a touch. He knows that some twisted part of him really wanted to to release the anger suffocating him. He knows he would've done unspeakable things if circumstances had been slightly different. And it terrifies him.

Skylar: Pride. Skylar Storm is a hero. She's a symbol. An icon. She doesn't cry. She doesn't whine. She doesn't crumble. She saves people. She will forever. Skylar Storm is not weak. She is not vulnerable. She's a protector. She's a rock. She keeps her friends and family and civilians from any harm. And things will stay that way.

Oliver: Cowardice and Jealousy. Oliver was not a coward when he was younger. He would stare down supervillains and figure out how to beat them. He shut down when he was fifteen. He barely knew left from right. He was torn between love and duty. Love for his mother and the hopeless thought that she'd be saved, one he carries still. Duty to his friends, his almost stepfather, the hospital. Eventually he quit trying to decide. He faded away, giving up on who he used to be. He wanted to feel safe. Then he joined the team and felt his best friends were ripped away. He was filled with scathing hatred toward the two perpetrators, because how dare they think they could take more from him. He became an even more different person, one spiteful, one that his friends grew to despise. He's atoned for the latter at this point, sure, but that doesn't erase what he did. Now he's comfortable with being the least exceptional. Hiding behind four spotlights. Because it's safe. And he's okay with not changing.

#almost done with fotm #lab rats #mighty med #lref #lab rats elite force #elite force #disney #chase davenport #bree davenport #kaz #kaz mm #kaz lref #skylar storm #oliver #oliver mm #oliver lref

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cooki3face · 1 year

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💌~ new moon solar eclipse reading: April 20,2023

“What will it bring you”

Pile two 💌:

Affirmation: "I can trust that all things will get better for me with time & that there is always solutions.

Someone may not want this message to get to you pile two. This has deleted like so many times lol. I’m fed up but but let’s hope it works this time. I immediately channeled “How you gonna” by Sydney Renae, specially her version because I know the original is by Tyrese. If you’ve never heard the song please listen to it, it might resonate with you.

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There’s something here about courage or independence coming through for you pile two or even self respect and re-establishing yourself in some way shape or form. There’s some type of change that could be taking place or has taken place already within your life at this time pile two. Something very sudden and quick or maybe even something unexpected. This all has to do with alignment though and plenty of things around you could be being moved around in your favor even though it doesn’t seem like it at the moment. Something wasn’t meant for you or your spirit guides knew it wasn’t meant for you and is simply saying that they no longer felt the need to allow this person, this situation or whatever it was to continue to be in your orbit or around you in your energy the way that it has before. Two of cups in reverse here, there’s an energy of breakups and disharmony or distrust within your relationships or connections. There’s also something coming through about self-love. You could be in a connection that was placed within your life to shake you up so you can learn what it truly meant to have self love. You could have past life karma or may even be in need of a past life regression or guided meditation.

⭐️~ there are plenty of guided past life regressions on YouTube and I would recommend that for you pile two. This may answer many questions about your life, about your experiences and about how you feel currently and what you’re going through.

You are set to learn a very large lesson within this lifetime about self love and about your self worth. There could be aspects of your life that have been very traumatic or have very violently affected your self esteem or your self concept or your idea of self worth or your ability to love yourself. And a lot of the times when we’re put on this earth to live a life there are certain circumstances and experiences that are chosen for the greater good or so that you can be able to fully ascend or grow the way you are meant to, finally, and once and for all. Even if those experiences are traumatic or aren’t beautiful or desirable or ideal.

This new moon, the month of April, have been leading up to this resolution of some type of pattern within your life rearing it’s end or flaring up to the point where it must be addressed or it just be seemed clearly and honestly. You may have a lot of self limiting beliefs, you may suffer from anxiety, you may be your own biggest critic, you may suffer from an eating disorder or an entrapment of the mind that causes you to see yourself in a way that isn’t really real. But this is a time of being open to new perspectives and for new perspectives to come to you. There’s patterns within your life, within your behaviors, within your relationships, within the relationship or connection you’re dealing with currently, within your household, etc. sooo many patterns and I think it’s now time you start to be awakened to those things and make proactive choices.

There is also a very strong possibility for manifestation at this time. Deciding what you want is a very powerful thing and people underestimate it often. By being proactive, by taking tiny steps towards putting yourself first or allowing things that are apart of your life that kept you down to not have access to you anymore you are manifesting something, manifesting a new life, manifesting healing, manifesting peace and better days. You are someone who may need to learn a lot of lessons within your life pile two, you are someone who may have had to learn things by repetition when it comes to life experiences, you may be someone who has to repeatedly go through hard things to finally have a breakthrough and make a change, and you’ve had your cycle and now it’s time to break it and move forward.

I keep hearing “you have to grow up” you may be entering adulthood or entering a part of your life that requires some maturity or some sort of proactive thinking or behavior or some type of self discipline and awareness regarding many things even things such as relationships and behaviors. There’s something coming up that I’m channeling about accountability to, you could be in the process of practicing accountability or practicing holding yourself and holding others accountable but it may be taking you some practice to truly gauge what accountability truly means. What it means to take accountability for the right things and not carry burdens or responsibility that does not belong to you, what it means to take accountability for your actions and show yourself grace and respect at the same time, etc.

Mental clarity and the truth is coming for you pile two it’s very violently and clearly on its way lol. You have to find authority within yourself. There’s something here about being a leader or taking the initiative or taking responsibility or being the person within your life to break generational curses, to break through barriers or to make conscious decisions and choices to live better and do better. For a long time you may have considering yourself to be someone who sort of goes with the grain, goes the way that other people wants to them to go, or someone who tries not to rock the boat or cause disturbances for fear of rejection, being mistreated or rejected, etc. but it’s time for you to really shake shit up, it’s time for you to be the leader, it’s time for you to be the advocate and to move to the best of your own drum.

You may even feel the urge to really take over and move things around the way you like them and do as you need to do for yourself but there is many distractions and delays within your life right now. And there’s a large need to cut them out. If there is a lack of direction I encourage you to find some and you may do that by cutting out things within your life that bring confusion, bring lack of direction, bring uncertainty, bring frustration or bring upon you emotions that don’t serve you or cause you to feel stagnant, depressed or stuck. Sit with yourself for a moment and find some inner clarity or be open and honest about the people and the situations in your life, this is a good moment to hold people around you accountable for their actions and to act upon it as well. There is no need to keep around people or keep around things that cause you distress, cause you pain or are not kind or good to you within your life. It feels as though there is a reason but those are really just excuses and that is the truth. Things will improve for you if you welcome change and welcome the idea of accepting people and situations for their actions/circumstances , for who/what they are, and even for their “mistakes”/ or for their unfortunate events and identifying that you no longer would like to put up for those things.

Someone apart of your spirit team is asking “why don’t you care about yourself more?” And that is a good question. There’s something here about giving and receiving and one sided situations or connections. A lack of boundaries or understanding. Situations that aren’t serving you that you’re in denial about… I’m hearing that you’ll miss out on opportunities or the chance to have a good life or live a better life if you continue to make the decisions your making or a lack thereof. Or if you continue to move in the direction that you’re moving in at this time. There is still this big emphasis on “you need to grow up.” Coming from your spirit team and it is not in a negative or harmful way but really truthfully saying that you need to learn to make good choices and be the energy that you’d like to receive or see in life and start making decisions about people and situations in your life. Accountability is coming up again. You may not be holding yourself accountable for your part in your own misfortune, in your own hurt feelings or your own pain. Repetition is coming up again, someone or something has revealed itself to you as it is repeatedly and you’ve not fully listened or have not listened at all or refuse to make the choice to really be done and over with it and move forward because it makes you uncomfortable to a certain extent but discomfort is necessary.

I hear, “I’m tired of watching you hurt.” To. You need to start trusting your intuition, you need to start stepping into your divine feminine energy and putting yourself first and practicing being in the energy of receiving good things and not allowing bad things to continue to play around in your energy. The subconscious mind is very significant and a past life regression may truly be something you need or something that will set forth a good amount of change within you.

You’ve dealt with a lot of betrayal and deception in the past from the people around you. Maybe even from the people closest to you, family, lovers and friends and it’s about time you stop letting people get away with these things and continue to be in your life after doing them. You could try to see the best in everyone or try to give people chances or the opportunity to change but sometimes even change isn’t enough to excuse those things. Nor does change mean that those people deserve to be in your life again, you may have to learn lessons about leaving people where they are indefinitely and that may be very hard for you.

You may need to stop being so forgiving here pile two. You need to find some balance and some moderation in your need to see the good in others or allow people space for change. There is a possibility to respect people or respect the possibility of change within someone and wish them growth and peace from a distance without ever involving yourself with them again. You need to understand that you can forgive someone without forgetting what they’ve done and continuing to give them access to you so you can let things go when it’s time instead of holding onto them pile two. You’re being unfair to yourself, you’re not holding people accountable especially the people who cause you the most pain, you’re being dishonest with yourself and probably being dishonest with others about where you stand and how you feel about their choices and actions. And you may be heart broken for a while having to move away or distance yourself from situations and people who’ve played these parts within your life but you will heal. That is what we all are sent down to live the human experience and do.

#Youtube #self love #self care #self improvement #self discovery #self expression #healingjourney #self healing #manifestation #divine feminine #pick a card #tarot readings

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seven-thewanderer · 10 months

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Okay I kinda got bored, and ended up making 2 SAMS-related Hunger Game simulator thingies

one of them has images, the other does not (cus it was being a little crap & I gave up)

This is the one with images (it's the Simublast one) Sim id: 649f4ea4344b9

and this is the one without images (the BrantSteele one) Sim id: 5T9NUDjN

from what I heard the BrantSteele one is better, but I've never used it until now (and it kinda has a slightly lower than casual opinion from me because of the stupid image thingy, but the nickname thing was neat)

So yeah if yall want you can use these!!!

The characters specifically in this btw are:

Sun

Moon

Earth

Lunar

KillCode

Solar Flare

Bloodmoon (1 & 2, as separate characters)

Eclipse

the Creator

Monty Gator

Nice Eclipse/Solar

Swap au Eclipse

Swap au Lunar

Ruin Sun & Moon/Jigsaw

Merged au Moon

Trashcan

British Monty

Lord Eclipse

Servant Sun

Lord Lunar

Servant Eclipse

Evil Lunar

Evil Monty

This isn't all the characters, since most of them I either can't remember, or find an image for

I remembered Lord Monty, but idk who to partner him up with, cus it can't be him & nobody

(I remember there's Space from the Swap dimension, who was Swap Eclipse & Lunar's version of Earth, but there's no image of them that I can find) (...other than the version I drew of them but I don't have access to my drawing anymore, unless my device that has it gets fixed)

But yeah I guess that's it!! Yall can enjoy!!

(I may reblog this once I test them out myself, cus I did not actually test them, and have no idea if they'll work...)

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sulky-star-cluster · 3 months

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Black Star, did you ever meet Frank? He was also called Forkface for a bit, but Frank is the nicer of the names

I found a friendly Solar Flare but he comes with a Frank

Black Star: What??

Rigel: Oh yah! We asked them to keep out for a solar flare for you.

Black Star: Why, would I need a- Why are you looking for a solar flare?

Rigel: Well we think you missed the guy. So maybe if you had like a version of the guy here. You would be happier.

Black Star: You think having a solar flare would make me happier?

Rigel: ... Is that not going to happen?

Black Star: No! maybe? Look. I don't want you kidnapping some other world solar flare even if they come with his buddies. Solar flares don't like eclipses. Not unless they're made by vastly different circumstances.

Rigel: But you talk about them so mysteriously fondly. Like you would actually want to talk to them. Be their friend or something. According to the little dragon you've just gotten hostile or nonchalant responses. Certainly you want something-

Black Star: If I want anything! It's to apologize to the one I actually left behind! The one that died while I got to stay alive! The one that was actually the last goddamn person who ever believed in me! Hff, hff, hff!

Rigel: I- We just- We thought it might be better if you have some sort of solar flare that wasn't hostile or.. connected to your family.

Black Star: Hff. Huuum! Hhh. Look. It's been a tough day. You can continue looking for some sort of solar flare. The problem will always be they can't stay here. They will always have somebody else who is their actual directive that they want to protect. And us eclipses will always be seen as a danger or disturbance. I don't think that there's a way to replicate what it felt like... What it felt like to have somebody that was always there but- Make sure you hear the painful truth. You can't replicate that with another person. The most I'd be doing this saying sorry through that person to somebody long gone. It's something that you don't really need to do. Thanks for the thought though at least.

Rigel: You're- You're welcome.

#sulky star cluster #ask #black star #rigel

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 year

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The Anon that made you cry at 1 AM. You can call me Cry if you want.

How do you think the Sun, Moon, Lunar, Solar Flare, Kill Code, Blood Moon, and Harvest Moon that I mentioned before react to going back to finally get Eclipse and let him be part of the family, only to find a letter from a different dimensional version of themselves that says if they won't cherish their Eclipse then they lost their rights to him.

The other dimensional family comes from a dimension where Eclipse died from the damage the spell did. They also learned that without Eclipse their family would not exist but they went to find their Eclipse, he was dead. So they all decided to go and steal unappreciated and unloved versions of Eclipse.

Eclipse would be overjoyed to suddenly have such a big family of other abused and neglected Eclipses. I’m sure his original family would come and try to explain what happened and how they were intending to fix what they’d done and they get to apologize for what they did by abandoning him.

They’d probably get visitation rights when Eclipse feels better and up to it and Eclipse’s family just tripled in size and he’s none the wiser about what caused it due to dissociating his time having a mental break. They’re all just one gigantic cuddle pile of mostly various Eclipses.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf eclipse #snoweyanswers #cry anon #i’ll give you some joy with your crying because i ain’t posting no sad writing tonight #tonight is happy because i said so #i just need some serotonin man #tw neglect mention #tw abandonment mention

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heliossecretdeskdrawer · 9 months

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I... actually have a WIP Wednesday snippet for this blog this week.

A preview of that Solar Flare!MegaRod breeding kink request for the two anons. This fic isn't going to be canonical with Solar Flare, but uses that setting.

Warnings for the snippet: mentions of plug-n-play, nudity, alien (to the characters) anatomy

Megatron had known, of course, that one day Rodimus would likely want to actually make use of his spousal privileges beyond merely stealing his warmth at night.

Rodimus had even once mentioned to him after their union ceremony that he hadn’t had the opportunity to “enjoy the company” of any of his previous protectors, as they had all died beforehand. Once it had become obvious that Megatron was not going to drop dead, fling himself fatally into harm’s way, or jump to his death from a window like the others, naturally Rodimus would probably have started to get ideas.

One night, after several months of passively letting himself be used as a personal heater, he had little reason to be surprised when hands started to roam across his plating long after dark, long after Rodimus was supposed to have been asleep.

A hand planted itself on the middle of his chest.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

Not that Megatron was opposed to linking up. Rodimus was pleasant to look at and, with his high energy frame, could probably take and receive a high amount of charge at unimaginable speeds. His defiant and independent nature would also ensure a unique experience.

“Nothing,” Rodimus said, as if on reflex.

An obvious lie, given that Rodimus was now using that hand to hoist himself up and… kick off the tarpaulins?

Cold night air rushed in to replace the liberated warm air formerly trapped by the covers. In the caldera of an active volcano, the nights were still “brisk” this many miles above the lava lakes. The tangle of the city below captured much of that radiant heat.

Rodimus clearly wasn’t trying to trade charge then, a relatively stationary interaction.

Megatron just sighed.

“Why are you making a mess of the berth?”

“What’s it look like? Getting stuff out of the way. Obviously.”

“Out of the way for what exactly?”

Megatron finally bothered onlining his optics to watch as Rodimus continued kicking away the bedding. In short order, he had managed to clear the entire recharge slab of anything that wasn’t the padding underneath them.

“Fucking, duh. Why are you so dense? I thought you were supposed to be smart, Megs.”

Well, he had had an inkling that that was what Rodimus had been after, but once he started destroying the usual nest of tarpaulins and cushions, Megatron had discounted the possibility.

Megatron pushed himself up on his elbows.

If Rodimus had wanted to interface, there would have been no need to move anything. They would only need to simply unspool a few cables from their chest compartments and link up to corresponding ports. Despite their different sizes, they probably weren’t different enough to require adapter attachments.

Or at least, that was the most basic method. Everyone had their preferences.

“I fail to see how that requires you to throw everything to the floor.”

Rodimus paused, putting his hand to his chin in thought as he sat on his knees. He looked off to the side like he had forgotten something.

“… Oh, that’s right. You don’t know yet.” He clapped his hands together and gestured condescendingly towards Megatron with them. “So… Primes do things a little differently. One of the better kept secrets, I guess. Probably easier to show you. Hold on a sec.”

Click. Hiss.

Megatron looked down to see a strange appendage pressuring in the middle of where Rodimus’s pelvic armor usually was.

“What in the void is that?”

“A spike.”

Megatron tilted his head to the side, not really following.

Red and rounded at the top, it looked a bit more like a toy version of a police officer’s baton than anything… spiky. What a weird looking thing. What was it for?

“Which is… what exactly?”

“So, you know how cables go into ports?”

Megatron nodded.

“This whole thing is like a very special cable.” A mod then, perhaps? “And I’m going to put it in your special port.”

“My what?”

#admin post #wip wednesday #valveplug #megarod #fic solar flare

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orpheusads · 1 year

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O EURYDICE, (…) WHO KNOWS WHAT YOU’LL TELL THE FURIES WHEN YOU SEE THEM AGAIN.

The note sits in the palm of your hand. Quaver, double flag. When was the last time you heard real music?

Outside, the sun beckons. Dust storms stir; tsunami in the tropics; gunshot in your ear. It’s 2100 and Earth is dying, constellations stripped of light and sent to the ground — or maybe just the pit of your stomach, where hunger has made its home. Where you stand, bare-lunged, days passing like a butchering.

Blue light from the music note. Words slicing air.

THE UNIVERSE ENDS IN SIX MONTHS. HOW MANY LIVES WILL YOU LIVE BEFORE THEN?

⋅𖥔⋅

It’s 2100 and the totalitarian S Corp has a hold on the world’s food and water, a necropolitical machine that decides who lives and dies. Faced with a massive solar flare that will soon render this galaxy uninhabitable, S Corp has managed a true feat of science: contact with parallel consciousnesses of those living within other universes through the manipulation of strings dimension folds within the brain, allowing certain subjects to jump between worlds. Their mission? To find a solution to humanity’s demise in a more technologically advanced universe. Unless they’re a better version of themself somewhere else. Unless unmet dreams are justification enough for a universe’s doom.

TELL THEM THERE IS NO MUSIC LIKE THIS WITHOUT REAL GRIEF.

PROJECT ORPHEUS is a 21+ science fiction multiverse roleplay inspired by Interstellar, Sense8, and Everything Everywhere All At Once. Our story begins underground in one of Earth’s last remaining cities, with our cast poised to hop universes for the first time. The game explores themes of string theory, desire, corruption, alternate selves, duality, regret, and longing. With the planet’s life on the line and sinister foes at their backs, characters will have to make mind-shattering choices, confront their failings, and not look back.

⋅𖥔⋅ ENTER ⋅𖥔⋅

#lsrpg #lsrp #new rp #skeleton rp

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dragimalsdaydreams · 2 years

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[image ID: 2 images of the same front-view, full-body screenshot of Mona from the game Genshin Impact.

the first is an unedited screenshot of how Mona appears in the game. she’s pale-skinned with silver eyes, and long black hair pulled into two long ponytails framing the back of her head, which end in gold star-tipped cuffs. she’s wearing a big, floppy witch hat, a short pointed cape, and a bodysuit with detached sleeves. most of the outfit is blue/purple/black, with some sections of red, and golden filigree and 4-point star patterns scattered across the outfit.

the second image is a heavily edited version of the first. Mona is now wearing a bell-shaped dress in a similar visual style to her original outfit-- blue/purple/red with golden stars and filigree patterns. the left half of the dress has a dense scattering of simple white dot stars as well. the cape is longer, now ending just under the hem of the dress. the hat has decorative stars and planets hanging around the brim from golden chains, mimicking a planetary mobile.

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back at it again babeyy!!

I was actually working on a different redesign for a while but she was givin me trouble, so I picked up Mona instead and I banged her out in like, 2 days?? either I’m gettin better at this, or Mona was embarrassingly easy to fix. perhaps both

anyways, more detailed design notes under the cut~

first, a quick zoom-in on the hat

[image ID: a crop centered on the head of the edited image. Mona’s hat has a wrinkled, drooping, pointed tip, while the brim frames her head in a wave, dipping on one side while rising on the other. the topside is purple/blue with a purple band, while the underside is red with a dark red filigree accent. gold stars are scattered across the top, and both the brim and the pointed tip are gold. a gold 8-point star + moon accessory with red stone inlays sits on the side of the crown of the hat, along with a black bow. planets of different sizes and colors (blue, orange, purple, green) hang off of gold chains from the brim of the hat, while a gold star hangs from the tip. end ID]

this was one of the first ideas I had for Mona, beyond the dress, b/c it feels so obvious to me, y’know? like why wouldn’t an astrological witch wear a silly solar system hat?? it adds just the right amount of flare and somewhat childish charm~

now, as for Mona’s bodysuit...

[image ID: a crop of the torso of the original image.

the bodysuit seems to come in two sections: the “swimsuit” torso section, and the underlying sheer black tights across the legs. the swimsuit has purple boob cups and blue sides down the body, connecting into the crotch. the inside section of the belly, up into the chest and under the boob cups, is sheer black fabric. an additional underlying layer of sheer black fabric extends above the boob cups, with star-like jagged edges and star patterns, giving the open boob window at the center of the chest a jagged appearance. thick gold bands delineate the border between the swimsuit and tights at the hips, while thin gold filigree patterns border the different sections inside the swimsuit.

the suit is disconnected from the sleeves, leaving the collarbones, shoulders, and armpits bare underneath the cape. the sleeves start with sheer black fabric, shift into a blue section at the elbow, then a purple section with gold stars down towards the hands, all separated by gold borders. the sleeves flare out in a “split cup” shape with a gold edge, where each rounded side dips inwards to a sharp pinch.

the cape drapes over Mona’s shoulders, the upper section dipping down past the shoulders, then curving back up in an elegant flare. the collar is edged in fluffy black fur, clipping around her neck with a gold clasp. a large 8-point gold star with red gem inlays hangs from this clasp, sitting at the center of her chest inside the boob window. while not visible from the front, the bulk of the cape behind Mona is split in half from the base of her neck, with the two sections flaring out to Mona’s sides. these sections further split into two flared points near the ends, tipped in gold stars and ending around mid-thigh. the topside of the cape (including that which sits over Mona’s shoulders) has different sections of blue/purple, split by gold filigree. the underside of the cape is red, and edged in gold at the pointed tips.

there’s a thick gold band wrapped around Mona’s upper thigh in a spiral, ending in stars. a gold/red star+moon accessory (matching the one on her hat) sits on this band, on the outer side of the thigh.

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how do I describe it... this bodysuit is simultaneously too much and absolutely nothing?

obviously the skin-tight problem makes the silhouette super boring, as I’ve complained abt with the other female designs. the piddly lil cape does very little to offset this problem, especially since it’s split straight down the middle so we can see Mona’s asscrack from the back...

but the funny thing is that the designers seemed to sense that this design was boring? so there’s all these complicated patterns in the “swimsuit” section, trying to add visual interest... but it only muddles the whole design. like, look at her boob cups-- why are there three layers of fabric? and then a weird jagged edge to the black, with additional jagged points from star designs? and THEN an inverted star extending the boob window between the boobs, adding even more jagged edges? I can barely register that there’s a gold star hanging at the center of her boob window, because there’s too much visual distraction around it!

it’s boring, ugly, and incomprehensible, so the obvious solution seems to be a dress

[image ID: a crop of the torso of the edited image.

Mona’s dress is bell-shaped, with a “split cup” design mirroring her sleeves, with the wide left curve of the hem pinching upward into the smaller right curve. the hem of the dress ends around the left knee, with the right side curved a little higher to about mid-thigh.

most of the dress is blue/purple, with different sections split apart by gold filigree. the filigree starts at the hem of the dress, then pushes up from the pinched right side over to the left side of the waist, curves down around the back, loops under the right hip, then up towards the chest. the filigree then splits up between the boobs, into the top edge of the dress over the top of the boobs, then curves around the sides of the boobs and back up, framing the breasts. this gives the boob window between the dress and the cape a much smoother, 4-point star shape. extra offshoots branch off of the main filigree stem across the dress, further enhancing the shape of the dress. there’s also a small gold diamond set into the hem’s pinch.

the upper right section of the dress is a more reddish-purple, while the middle section is purple with a few of the typical 4-point gold stars. the wide, lower left section is deep blue with a dense pattern of simple white dot-stars, some of which seem to glow. the inner fabric of the dress is red with a dark red filigree accent, matching the inner fabric of the hat.

the sleeves are now connected to the dress underneath the cape. this connecting section is no longer black, but a purple matching that of the lower section of the sleeves.

the cape is now one full cape over Mona’s back, with the end split into 3 pointed tips ending in gold stars. the center tip points straight down and ends just above the ankles, while the side tips curve upwards around the knees (leaving the left point covered by the left side of the dress). the inner fabric is still red, but there’s extra gold lines extending from the tips, giving the gold stars the look of shooting stars.

rather than a wrap around the thigh, there’s now a thick gold belt wrapped high around Mona’s hips, tipped in stars. the right side curves over her belly, while left extends farther, dipping lower to curve over the right hip of her dress. the star+moon accessory hangs from a gold chain on the left side, along with an extra gold star hanging off the end of it, and another gold star hanging off the belt to the side.

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much like Yanfei’s redesign, I took inspiration from the sleeves for the shape of the dress. I thought elegant filigree could help split the dress into different sections of color, while maintaining an overall gradient from one side to the other

also note that I connected the dress to the disconnected sleeves-- I must once again stop Genshin staff’s Armpit Guy from slapping his lil pizza hands all over the Genshin women, smh

one of my friends suggested the star pattern on the left side, which I LOVE. the dress felt a lil empty before, but that one section of dense pattern adds a ton of visual charm, I’m so happy she suggested it! and I know that “celestial” outfits may have deeper lore (like characters associated with the Abyss, Khaenri'ah, or Celestia), but in that case, the stars don’t have to be “3d”, they can just be flat on the fabric haha

oh, and you may have noticed I stole the wrap from Mona’s left thigh and made it into a belt over her dress instead. that thigh wrap looks so uncomfy, so I think it works way better as a belt, and it can even hold little ornaments and supplies~

I also pulled Mona’s split cape into one, and extended it past the hem of the dress. I think it adds a more “star-shaped” silhouette to her pattern, in combo with the dress. especially with the shooting-star lines I added, it feels like the outfit has more motion in it now, if that makes sense?

now, it’s already weird that Mona’s bodysuit looks like it’s split into a swimsuit + tights, but even the tights themselves are kinda weird

[image ID: a crop of the legs of the original image. the tights underneath the swimsuit portion are mostly sheer black, but the right leg has deep purple lower leg, fading into the sheer black at the knee. the upper right leg has dark black stars arranged into groups of straight columns down the thigh. less organized groups of gold stars are scattered across the upper left thigh and both of the lower legs. end ID]

I know Genshin loves imbalanced designs, but the purple fade on the right leg just looks like Mona spilled wine on her leg or something

[image ID: a crop of the legs of the edited image. now the tights both have the same gradient-- deep purple starting underneath the dress that fades to sheer black into the lower leg. the right leg fades to black higher, at the knee, while the left leg fades to black at about mid-calf. both thighs have columns of dark purple stars peeking out from underneath the dress, and both lower legs still have the scattered gold stars. end ID]

I actually went back and forth on the tights for a while before settling on this. I knew I wanted the tights to match, but did I want them to both be sheer black or the purple fade? I like the purple color, but the sheer black stands out in the overall palette better. finally, another friend of mine suggested just flipping the purple to fade from the top rather than the bottom, and it was such an elegant and easy solution I almost kicked myself agdfhjk

finally, one more edit I honestly wouldn’t have even noticed if I wasn’t scrutinizing this design so closely

[image ID: a crop of the original feet. both shoes are gold, but have different designs. the left shoe has a gold frame on either side, curving up over the arch and forward towards the tip of the shoe. the right shoe has no frames, but rather a gold diamond-shaped centerpiece with a red gem inlay set at the top of the toe, extending up over the top of the foot. end ID]

um, ma’am? your shoes??

once again, I know Genshin loves its imbalance, but this is a bit much. it looks like poor Mona grabbed shoes from two different sets and didn’t even notice lmao

anyways, this edit was easy

[image ID: a crop of the edited feet. the right shoe now has the same curved frames as the left shoe, and both shoes have centerpieces between the frames, over the top of the foot. the left shoe’s centerpiece is a gold 4-point star with a diamond-shaped red gem inlay. the right shoe’s centerpiece is a gold circle with a circular red gem inlay. end ID]

I just mirrored the curved sides of the left shoe, then added centerpieces to each. done

#mona genshin impact #genshin impact #ganch redesigns #between Yanfei and Mona can you tell I love dangly chain accessories?#you can hear Mona jingle-janglin from a mile off agdfjgk

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