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houserosaire · 8 months

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Prompt #13: Check

Check.

Check your armor, check the metal, check the straps. No rust, no worn leather, no loose stitches. Check your sword, look for chips, cracks, worn edges. Hone the blade. Check the seat of your pauldrons, the fit of your gauntlets, the straps on your shield.

“Squire or not, you know your own equipment too.” Seraphin said. “A good squire will leave you nothing to find but two pairs of eyes are less likely to miss a fault than one. You don’t want your equipment to fail when you are relying on it.”

“I will.” Silvaineaux said, tugging the straps of his shield again, setting it in against his arm, into the grip of his fist. “Always.” His brother said, reaching up to adjust a pauldron until it sat just so. “Every time. Whenever you can.”

And then Silvaineaux understood that what Seraphin was saying was ‘I love you. Be safe.’

He said it back when he said. “I promise.”

Check.

Check your bird. Check his eyes for brightness, check his feathers for sleekness, check his legs for soundness. Check his saddle for its seating. Check his barding for its fit. Check him with a firm hand on the reins, but not a cruel one.

Joyeux nibbled at his hair as he ran his hands over the buckles at his neck and seated the scale of the barding to protect the vulnerable length of the warbird’s throat. That preening beak moved to the fall of the cloak over Silvaineaux’s shoulder when he bent to check the fit of the girth and the straps that fell so close to the vulnerable joints of the wing.

Silvaineaux tugged a strap into place, pulled it carefully tight. Joyeux’s beak tugged a fold of his cloak into an arrangement that better suited the warbird.

“Thank you, mon fidèle ami.” Silvaineaux said, leaning down to take a better look at the bird’s stout scaled legs and heavy claws.

Joyeux crooned as he straightened again. His massive beak darted close and then stroked the strands of hair back from Silvaineaux’s cheek, with such delicacy he barely felt it.

Silvaineaux reached up to ease a feather of his crest back into place, then put a foot in the stirrup and swung up. He knew what they had said to each other.

Check.

Check the sky. Check your field. Check your standing. Check your wounded. Check the fallen.

There were so many names. He had never had Honore’s gift for remembering names and details about everyone he ever met. Silvaineaux had worried at first that he might fail one of them in that way when they most needed to be known. His men deserved to be more than a name and a half remembered face or a rank. His memory was not poor, but he had never had his brother’s gift for making a friend of everyone in moments.

But the moments before and after battle were not the same sort of moments he found everywhere else. It did not take him long before he knew the men who fought beside him. Not just their names or their faces, but their quirks in battle, their gifts and failings. He was not their friend. In some ways it was his job not to be, but he knew them.

Silvaineaux bent to straighten the fall of the stained cape that covered Yvon’s still face and destroyed body. Yvon Bardin. He whispered in his thoughts. Then gratefully he moved onto the living. “That one’s sending you home for good, Redding.” He told the hyur with a gesture toward the bandages around his midsection.

The greying man was half out of his head with what the medic had spared him for the pain but he surprised Silvaineaux with a smile. “So it is, Captain. You’ll miss me.”

Silvaineaux surprised himself when he reached down to touch the man’s shoulder and said. “I will.” He meant it.

Check.

Check the darkness when you wake. Check the sounds. Check the door. Check the windows. Find where you are.

He woke from dreams of a chapel flooded with blood. Of a dragon swooping down from the vaults, stalking toward him, its claws tearing the already mangled bodies of slain friends with every step.

His lungs felt like fire and he tasted blood in the back of his throat.

Yet the room was quiet, the air full of the familiar scents of furniture polish and the fireplace. Outside the wind and snow were a whisper that could not touch him. And on this night when he reached out with one frantic hand he found a warm body beside him already stirring to his touch.

He found Sui by feel, scooting closer until he could wrap himself around that warm and familiar frame and grip him as if he were both what he shielded and his shield. A soft stirring answered him and one smaller hand came to cover his. That light touch reminded him to ease and he let the tension ebb from his own hand one finger at a time.

“Just a dream.” He said in response to that touch. “You’re here.”

He hoped Sui knew what it really meant. ( @bookbornexiv for Sui)

#FFxivWrite2023 #FFxivWrite #Silvaineaux #Seraphin #Joyeux #Yvon #Harald Redding #Sui #my writings

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randomwriter5000 · 7 months

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The Chimera: Part Five

Pairing: Nicodeme Savoy x OC (Can be read as Nicodeme Savoy x Reader) Warnings: Accuracies and inaccuracies about the 1920s, Angst, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Violence, Injuries, Explosions Word Count: 2,931

Summary: The California Chimera. Born with a genetic abnormality causing her face to be split down the middle. Not only an oddity, but a source of fear for many as she is a notorious gun for hire across the United States. After a near death experience and the death of most of her family, Chimera now goes to the bustling town of St. Louis on a job. Used to other cats eyes looking at her in disgust and fear a new reaction catches her eye. A pair of cats that look at her with curiosity and wonder. One of them being Nicodeme Savoy. Could she be biting off more than she can chew with the Louisianan?

Part Five: I See Fire

Chapter Summary: Fire isn't something to play with. Unless you want to get hurt.

Despite St. Louis being a bustling city full of cars, suburbs, and industrial heartland, there were places where a cat could find peace. The forests, parks, and, most notably, cemeteries were a place for such relaxation. With the nonexistence of the nagging noise of engines and cats, anyone could take in nature. The nature ranged from the small cottontail rabbit running in a burrow to the swift deer running across the meadow.

On the outskirts of the city, a lonesome cemetery stood. However, the crunch and cracking of roots could be heard. An oddly colored cat stomped her foot on a shovel, huffing as she threw the dirt over her head. Hearing the recognizable thump of wood, she looked above the ditch to see Nico toss the shovel to the side and look at her with a smirk.

“I win, cher,” He tightened the bandages around his paws. “Now, where to take you?”

Chimeras’ ear pinned themed back as she pouted. “You cheated! Yours has to be shallower!” She jumped out of the grave and stomped through the mud and into the pit. The hole was clearly shallower, barely reaching her waist, while others had come up to her shoulders. “Point proven!”

“Never took ya’ for a sore loser.” Nico patted her head only to make her take a breath to control the red spreading across her face. With a proud smile across his face, Nico purred. “Well, cher, how sho- Seraphine!”

A crowbar had been tossed at Nico, narrowing missing Chimera. “Get dat liquor in da car!” She barked before rolling her eyes and walking back into the car.

Walking out of the pit, Chimera gripped the shove and returned to work. Each strike to the dirt was an attempt to wipe her face from the blush. Only ten minutes passed, and her crowbar finally cracked the grave open, but the red on her face remained prominent. Shaking her head, she gripped the coffin and dragged it out.

“Ready for da last, mon ami?” Seraphine asked as Nico walked over, tossing his emptied coffin into the lake.

“The last job of the night?” She clarified, watching Nico pull the full coffin and load the alcohol into the car. “Extremely, I have a couple…things to do tomorrow,” She dragged, rolling her neck from the nonextant stress.

Laughing could be heard from the older savoy sibling. “I thought we were goin’ on a date, cher?”

“That doesn’t count. That grave was shallow,” Chimeria growled, her ears twitching in annoyance.

“What will it take then, cher?” Nico seemed genuinely curious.

Leaning onto the car as Nico gripped the final bottles, Chimeria thought about the interesting question. “An act of God, or a lot of money?” She shrugged, looking up at the moon shining in the jet-black sky. “I'm not even sure that will work,” A chuckle left her as she counted the bottles stacked in the back.

“I can be persuasive, cher, as y’know,” Nico flirted, closing the lid.

Opening the door to the backseat, Cimeria smirked before jumping into the back of the car. “And I can be notoriously stubborn.”

The trio finally got into the car. Once the engine roared, Chimeria pulled off her glove with her teeth, her other paw reaching into her coat pocket for a leather journal. The leather was clearly worn through the years, yet the spine was fully intact. Chimera pulled out a pencil before writing down the number of alcohol in the back.

“Writin’ back there, cher?” Nico looked in the rearview mirror.

“Just making sure I got everything…” She dragged, tapping her fingers against the leather. “50 bottles…” She spoke to no one.

Getting up from her seat, Seraphine stared at the oddly colored cat. “Tell me somethin’, cher,” Seraphine leaned towards Chimera. “Why don’t y’tell yer’ real names to anyone? ”

“Mainly for tradition and safety,” Chimera answered.

Bored at the answer, Seraphine sat back in her seat, pulling out her knife to sharpen. “How do ya get into this business?” Nico asked. “Can ya’ jus’ walk in?”

Chimera laughed. “You two are awfully curious,” She pointed out but continued. “You are either born into it like I was. Otherwise, you must know someone, marry into it, or you’re the rare people who get in on their own merit.”

“What ‘bout ya’ parents?” Seraphines’ tall ears perked up as she handed a cigarette to Nico.

“My mother was born into it. My father got in on his merits and then married my mom,” She spoke curtly as she opened her journal. “We are dropping off the bottles, right?”

“Oui, we will be there soon,” Nico confirmed.

It didn’t take long to return to the city. The closer they got to the town, the more common car engines, streetlights, and tall buildings were. The alcohol was quickly dropped off to another group of Mr. Sweets guys. After sharing goodbyes, The trio was in the car heading down towards the business center of St Louis. Chimeria looked down at her journal and began to look at the names in the book. Multiple from the previous weeks, but only one without a line struck through it.

“Alright, the last person is…Ah Monsieur Jones,” Chimera read in the back seat. “So how do you two usually handle these where we need to tie the guy up for information?”

Seraphne chuckled, taking the cigarette out of her mouth. “Mordecai usually does all dat,”

“We do da fun part, Cher,” Nico grinned, looking at her through the rearview mirror.

“I do not want to be Mordecai for a day,” She grumbled sarcastically. “That would be very imprudent.” She mimicked the deadpanned tone of the tuxedo perfectly.

Seraphine let out a cackling laugh. “You sound jus’ like ‘im!” She turned to face the smaller cat. “How did ya meet ‘im?”

Leaning her head onto the leather headrest, Chimera couldn't help but let out a loud laugh. “Now that was a fun day. My parents had a business in St. Louis and promoted the Brothers of Peril to Atlas May. When Mordecai saw me, I thought he would have a heart attack. The first words he said to me were, ‘The asymmetry of my face made him want to die.’ One of the better insults I should say is,” She is mocking the deadpanned tone used by the tuxedo. “After that, I worked with him, and I guess we developed a mutual respect for each other.”

“Course’ he can’t see da luck,” Seraphine rolled her eyes, waving her hand in the air dismissively. “Plenty of people can’t see it, but we can Cher.”

Chimera's ears twitched in annoyance at the word luck as she looked over Jones's name etched into the paper. “Perhaps you're just not afraid because there is nothing different between me and a normal cat.”

“Dat ain't true,” Seraphine argued sternly. “Yer’ riddled with luck and power. The best part is dat y’know how to use it. Dats why Nico asked da fat man for ya’ to be with us.”

“Aw, how sweet that it wasn’t just to ask me on a date,” Chimera smirked as Nico shrugged.

A laugh escaped Chimera as she looked out of the car's window to the streetlights exposing the dark streets. After another conversation, the trio laughed as if they were old friends. However, the joyful laughter died as they caught sight of the business of Mr. Jones. Parking the car down the alleyway behind the company building.

Chimera was the first to hop out as she scanned the area. The building was two stories tall. Peeking into the window, she saw cats inside working despite the late hour. If there were fewer cats, she would break down the door. Her ears twitched as she looked over her shoulder to see the siblings grabbing their weapons. As she walked back, the siblings seemed eager to charge in guns blazing, literally and figuratively.

“We shouldn’t break the doors down.” Chimera looked up at the building, seeing a fire escape. “But I have a plan for us to both have fun.”

“Alright,” Chimera spoke to no one as she was hidden behind a tower of crates as she loaded her rifle. “Here goes nothing.”

Steading the scope, she aimed and took a breath. Her gun was aimed at the giant chandelier hanging off the ceiling of the grand room by a skinny cord. Chimera then pulled the trigger, causing the chandelier to crash down to the floor. Dozens of gunmen surrounded the destroyed light while others went to investigate. One of them, Mr. Jones, the target. The group was so focused on investigating they didn’t notice a grey cat click her shotgun.

A barrage of bullets loaded themselves into the cats surrounding the chandelier. Seraphine's recognizable laugh echoed through the business as shots missed her, and nearly every gunman was down. With her scope, Chimera took out a few stragglers who ran to the doors but didn't realize that they were jammed from the outside. Passing her view was Mr. Jones, running to his office. Only to be cut off by a solid punch to the face from Nico. Chimera chuckled before coming out of her hiding spot.

Nico had quickly subdued the man and tied him to a chair. Looking at Seraphine, who had a Cheshire cat grin as she reloaded his gun, Chimera spoke. “What do you think? Was my plan good?”

“Yer a breath of fresh air compared to Peekon!” She smiled, slinging her gun back on her hip.

“I'm glad you liked it. I never get to be extravagant like this,” Chimera gazed at the shattered chandelier.

A grunt was heard as she turned her head to see Nico smirking. “There will be plenty of fun things with us, cher,” Nico promised.

As she opened her mouth, Chimera's ears swiveled at the thudding from upstairs. “I'll get them. You two can have the pleasure of interrogating him.” The oddly colored cat smiled at the siblings before jogging up the stairs.

Hearing constant shuffling from the office down the hall told her someone was there. Yet, the cat was still careful as she gripped her pistol tightly. The shuffling suddenly stopped, her body as her ears stood straight for noise. A sudden creak had her dash out of the way of a door that swung open to reveal a gunman. Two quick shots were all it took until the door behind her opened, hitting her in the side. Hissing, Chimera shot blindly into the wooden door, hearing a yell of pain. Spinning to the front of the door, she pulled the trigger.

With both gunmen dead, Chimera groaned, rubbing her side that the oak door had slammed into her. Turning her oddly colored eyes to the door at the end of the hallway, she marched to the door. Leaning her ear on the office door, she took a breath and gave one hard kick to the doorknob. Before stepping into the office, she was immediately met by someone throwing a box of documents and papers at her face. Chimera pulled out her gun and shot the cat in the knee. Growling, she ripped his weapons away from him. While the cat sobbed on the ground, Chimera uncharacteristically froze.

Her eyes were wide, her posture stiff, and her breathing paused. Among the dozens of papers that had floated all over the floor, Chimera grabbed a medium-sized picture. The distinctive cat in the foreground was a younger Chimera with a broad smile holding up a first-place ribbon while a rifle was slung on her shoulder. While a dozen other cats were around her. However, a cat with its face circled was who they were clearly after, with the name ‘The Wraith’ written on top.

Pulling out her gun, she gripped the man's collar. “How the hell did you get this picture?”

“I-I-“ She shot him in the leg. “Where!”

“Jones! He knows! I swear I don’t-“ A gunshot landed in his skull before Chimera stomped out of the room.

Jogging down the stairs, Chimera saw that the siblings seemed pleased with themselves. Nico turned to see Chimera. “Hey Cher, we got-“

“Let me have him,” She gripped the photo tightly as she marched up to the tied-up cat.

“What ya-“ Before Nico could finish, he got his answer. Chimera gripped a tire iron and struck Jones in the knee.

Chimera gripped his face to stare at her as he yelled in pain. “Where the hell did you get this picture?!” She shoved the picture in his face.

“I found it-”

Hitting his knee against she hissed. “Lie to me again. I'm taking that leg off. Now, where the hell did you get this picture,” She repeated slowly, her eyes filled with anger. “Only two people in the world have this picture, and you are not one of them!”

“Chimera-“ Nico tried to interrupt.

“Shut the hell up, Nico!” She hissed, her eyes slit and fur flared. “Where the hell is he?” She gripped the cat's collar. “I will make your life hell if you don’t tell me.”

The sudden sound of a shotgun caused her to turn her head. Looking over her shoulder, she could see a couple of people Nico and Seraphine were taking care of. Before she could reach for her gun, a sudden punch to the face set her backward. Holding her jaw, she watched the target dash out of his chair and run.

“Get back here!” She roared, dashing off to the man.

With a pistol in hand, she chased him up the stairs, around a corner, and into a room. Only for Chimera's feet to freeze at the smell of gasoline. Her eyes were as round as golf balls, and her heart began to pound in her chest. The target dumped gasoline all over the room, where boxes of dynamite were stacked up neatly. Holding up a match, he dropped flame. The flames were uncontrollable as the fire swallowed the room and the dangerous boxes.

“Chimera-“ Nico turned the corner but was met by the frantic eyes of Chimera.

“RUN!” She screamed, grabbing Nico and running in the opposite direction at full speed.

“What da hell is going on?!” He barked, chasing Chimera as she rushed down the stairs as if she saw a ghost.

“Dynamite!” She looked to her side to see Seraphine loading her gun. “Seraphine! Get out!” She yelled, the terror in her voice evident. Not hesitating, Seraphine ran out of the building alongside the two cats.

The sudden and defining explosion threw the trio of cats, mainly Chimera, into a brick wall. Her ears rang as she felt the cold asphalt beneath her paws. Every noise was muffled except her pounding heart. Her eyes stung from the smoke as flames engulfed the warehouse. Her whole body shook as she stared at the fire. Looking down at her gun, she shakily pulled herself up. Her eyes scanned the area in the distance. The target was making a run for it. The shaking stopped as a deep breath was taken as she aimed. Then she pulled the trigger, and a bullet lodged into their back.

With a slight limp, Chimera stomped on the back of the scrambling cat. “How did you get that photo,” She spoke slowly and darkly. “If you don’t, I will throw you into the fire.”

“He gave it to me to identify your brother!” He attempted to scramble away.

“Who is he!?” She roared, stomping on his back.

“The Red Snake!” He admitted. “No one knows what the Wraith looks like and-“ A bullet landed in his head.

“And nobody will,” Chimera continued to shoot the lifeless body until the magazine was empty.

Her eyes were blown wide and black as night with adrenaline as she panted for air. A chill ran down her spine at the feeling of eyes on her. The pounding in her heart changed from adrenaline-laced panic to fear.

“You're fine, you’re alive. No emotion, not sadness, no fear,” Chimera muttered as she attempted to take breaths. However, her heart was still pounding, her hands shook, and her pupils were blown wide. “You're fine, you’re alive. No emotion, not sadness, no fear.”

“Mon ami-“ Seraphine's paw brushed her shoulder.

“I’m fine!” Chimera barked, walking away from the body. “We-we have the information now we can leave,” She began walking towards the car as her body continued to shake.

Nico blocked her path. “Hey, cher-

“I'm fine,” She grumbled, feeling the blood dripping down her forehead. “That explosion…” She whispered.

“We need to get ya to the hospital,” The tomcat tried to reason. “Dat John guy-“

“No!” She barked, but her ears immediately pinned themselves back, realizing how loud she was. “He-he isn’t there. I-I…” She attempted to run her hand through her hair only to hit the deep cut in her skull.

The siblings looked at each other as Chimera leaned on the alley’s wall. “I-Im going home,” She began to fast walk down the alleyway with the bit of adrenaline left in her body.

“Chimera!” Nico shouted along with Seraphine, who was quick enough to jump in front of the agile cat.

Seraphine joined her brother with a concerned expression. “Mon ami are you-“

“Get the hell out of my way!” She screamed, causing the siblings' eyes to widen. “Don’t act like you know me! Don’t act like you care about me! Leave me alone!” Her head pounded as she yelled. The stabbing pain in her skull overwhelmed her senses as she fell to her knees.

Authors Note: Ah... angst. Don't worry it will be balanced with some fluff soon.

#canon x oc #lackadaisy #lackadaisy oc #nico savoy #nico savoy x oc #nicodeme lackadaisy #nicodeme savoy #nicodeme savoy x oc #oc x canon #self insert #lackadaisy nicodeme #lackadaisy nico #nico x reader #nicodeme savoy x reader #nico savoy x reader

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jubaunetwork · 8 months

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Le lion et l'agneau- Palmyre Seraphin Ft. Mackenson Fabien Lyrics Qui est celuiQu'on appelle Suprême des êtresQui est celuiQui a créé l'universQui est celuiQui s'est sacrifié pour nousPaya notre rançonSon Nom c'est Jésus ChorusJésus assis à la droite du PèreJésus fils de l'homme et fils de DieuJésus qui est mort, ressuscitéJésus, Il est le Lion et l'Agneau Qui est celuiQu'on appelle Suprême des êtresQui est celuiQui a créé l'universQui est celuiQui s'est sacrifié pour nousPaya notre rançonSon Nom c'est Jésus ChorusJésus assis à la droite du PèreJésus fils de l'homme et fils de DieuJésus qui est mort, ressuscitéJésus, Il est le Lion et l'Agneau Qui est celuiAu pouvoir inébranlableQui est celuiQui fait courber l'adversaireQui est celuiQui s'est humilié lui-même Obéissant jusqu'à la mort Son Nom est Jésus. ChorusJésus assis à la droite du PèreJésus fils de l'homme et fils de DieuJésus qui est mort, ressuscitéJésus, Il est le Lion et l'Agneau PontL'Agneau ooooooooooooIl est le Lion et l'AgneauIl est le lion couronnéIl est l'Agneau immolé Mon Sauveur, mon RoiRoi des rois ChorusJésus assis à la droite du PèreJésus fils de l'homme et fils de DieuJésus qui est mort, ressuscitéJésus, Il est le Lion et l'AgneauSon Nom est Jésus, assis à la droite du PèreJésus fils de l'homme et fils de DieuJésus qui est mort, ressuscitéJésus, Il est le Lion et l'Agneau Liens You are watching the official music video for "Le lion et l'agneau" by Palmyre Seraphin Featuring Mackenson Fabien.Produced by: Captured by TymelEdited by: Martin•S•H• Album: Chapitre 3 Jou A RiveListen to Palmyre Seraphin:open.spotify.com/artist/0A3kLHNSPlYC3b1ggpFxfZWatch more Palmyre Seraphin videos:youtube.com/channel/UC8nKuB9tp3XhfLa5AXxmm4wSubscribe to the official Palmyre Seraphin YouTube channel:youtube.com/c/PalmyreSeraphin Follow Palmyre on Facebook at:fb.me/palmyreseraphinFollow Palmyre on Instagram at:instagram.com/palmyreseraphin/Follow Palmyre on Tiktok at: tiktok.com/@palmyre_official Source: Lien Youtube de la vidéo

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de-ile-lalune · 9 months

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Iléana, En Route Pour La Gloire.

Basic Information

– Full Name: Iléana Eleanor Seraphine

– Nickname: Iléana

– Date of Birth: September 2nd, 2002

– Place of Birth: Saint-Étienne, France

– Gender: Female

– Nationality: Indonesian-French

– Zodiac Sign: Virgo

– MBTI: INFJ

Appearance

– Skin Color: Fair

– Eye Color: Brown

– Hair Color: Differs from time to time

– Height: 168 cm

– Weight: 50 kg

Education

– Mon École My School

– Junior High School 5 Bandung

– Lycée Général Saint-Sernin

– University of Music and Theatre Leipzig

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curry-and-casteliacones · 1 year

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Soooo.... good and bad news lol

But lets start with the good! A very kind soul gifted me a shiny dudunsparce. Her name is Chiffon and i would literally die for her. So ig someone has to come off my main team and i think it's gonna be Seraphine. I mean i'll still use Seraphine when i need her but i'd like to keep Chiffon with me for now.

As for bad..... I finally encountered my first annoying bug since my first couple hours of playtime. Yeah. At first y'all know i had the flickering grass issue that gave me a headache and made me lowkey kinda nauseous. But after that cleared up the only thing ive had is the pokeball in doorways issue which i could not care less about. Now it's much worse. There is just an entire talonflame in every room. So now i don't wanna do any classes or cutscenes in case it makes them look bad :(( So im hoping this clears up on its own so i can continue.

In the mean time i'm going to take a look at Chiffons moves and decide what i want her to have and how im gonna use her. I might do some tera raids as well cuz i built a support umbreon recently and wanna try it out. I wanna build some more support mons eventually but im not even done with the game yet lol so i think ill wait.

#ink plays violet

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abadbitvh · 2 years

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OH THAT'S "MON AMOUR" BUT IT'S CUTE I'M CRYING ILY SM

And the day i will send you a dm that will be an account reveal am i shy? Probably

I win the half and the other half was weird? One of my two friends plays Yasuo support and i wanted to play teemo bot with him except he was ban so i ended up play twitch and it was... different. I'll never play twitch again

6'6 anon

DONT CALL ME CUTE ILL CRY 🥺 ILYT MA CHÉRIE

ILL BE WAITING FOR THAT DM ;)

I HATE YASUO i HAD SOMEONE PLAY HIM ADC AND HE WAS SO TOXIC SO I TOLD HIM TO STFU AND SUCK IT..I USUALLY NEVER TALK BUT MAN WAS BEING SO TOXIC AND ANNOYING JUST BC I PLAY SERAPHINE LIKE SHUT IT…i love playing teemo sup its so funny

#personal ;)#—texts #—anons #🥀✨#6’6 anon ;)

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pokelover456 · 3 years

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And now I shall resume spamming with NPCs! Starting with SIBLINGS, SIBLINGS, SIBLINGS, SIBLINGS, SIBLINGS-- The above two mons---the Shiny Ninetales and the Lucario are siblings, the Ninetales is Blythe, and the Lucario is Lucou. I can't say too much on them either juuuust yet. But they've been separated, and Lucou's trying to find her. While she's stuck. ;'D The Sentret is Millie, and she's Terry's sister. A smartie little kid who looks up to her brother, she's a little sassy, but sweet too. And finally the Meowstic's Seraphine, Amir's adopted sister (At least in an AU, and in KHUX---Surprise I never introduced her, too! But that's okay, she isn't part of the main plot ;'D I'll talk about...all my KHUX stuff at some point). She's a little distant, but she cares a lot---even though she and Amir bicker a bit, and Amir likes pushing her buttons. EDIT: I forgot these two mons in siblings batch. The Rockruff is Phoebe, she's Moondancer's sister, she's a mild doggo but she can get a bit excitable during battle, and a little carried away. And the Vaporeon is Adriano, he's Lobo's brother, unlike his brother, he isn't one for fighting much unless he absolutely has to. He's a pacifist, but will not hesitate to give a slap down if he's poked too much (Lobo learned this the hard way) More coming up, so prepare for a spaaaaaam

#Lucou #Blythe #Millie #Seraphine #Lucario #Ninetales #Meowstic #Sentret #Shiny Meowstic #RotF #RotF Characters #My Art #My Ocs

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orphee-aux-enfers · 7 months

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Shana tova u'metuka 🍯🍎🍏

#our lives 💚#mon seraphin #yid #this was genuinely the best pomegranate i have ever seen in the continental usa #like wow #it was the only ripe one in the store too #b''h

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houserosaire · 3 years

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I’m not sure I understand this one but 💘 ?

“I am really beginning to wonder if there was anyone who wasn’t half in love with Seraphin. Saving me, of course. Everywhere I have turned since his death it seems I find someone grieving him with a depth I could not have expected. But Viper?! Viper who has spent so much time hounding and harassing me for the very title I inherited from Seraphin in the first place? Viper? Who has spent so much time being absolutely insufferable about everything he could think of to be irritating about. He is supposed to have loved Seraphin?! I don’t believe it.” Silvaineaux sighed and his breath made a cloud of steam in front of his face worthy of a smaller dragon. Coerthas was always so damned cold any more.

“Or maybe I do. I don’t even know any more.” He calmed his voice as he continued; there was no need to shout even if he doubted anyone other than his patient listener was near enough to hear it. “Maybe he did. It’s not as if I can ask him at the moment and it’s not as though I would know how to go about it even if I could.” He shifted his grip on the reins, frowned at the snow ahead of him. “Maybe what I really wonder is if Seraphin loved him back.”

That was the uncomfortable question, the heavy question that added itself to all the other unanswerable curiosities he had found since his brother’s death. Before that day he would have said he had known Seraphin as well as anyone could. They were brothers after all. But he still didn’t know why Seraphin had ridden out that day. He had no idea why he had taken along the two men who died along with him. Even if he finally had a better idea what Seraphin had found on the end of that fateful ride he still didn’t know why he had taken it in the first place. “I would have sworn… but no, I suppose I never quite knew where his heart was, did I? He never told me. He never mentioned Viper. Wouldn’t he have mentioned him if he loved him?!”

Joyeux let out a soft, questioning whistle, his great head tilting briefly to look back at him, soft dark eyes glinting at him from behind protective metal.

“I know you don’t know, Joyeux.” He leaned forward to smooth the feathers that showed under the edge of the chaffron. “No one does, in the end, I suppose, except Seraphin and it’s not as if I can ask him. It just makes me wonder if I really knew my brother at all.”

Joyeux chirped sadly, almost as if he understood, and Silvaineaux patted his neck once more before straightening in the saddle.

“Never mind. It’s just a lot of questions. At least you never leave me wondering what you’re thinking, mon fidèle ami.” ((Silvaineaux discussing things with birds again. The Seraphin love life edition. Thank you for the ask. @thedarknesssings for Viper.))

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Univers : Terres sans Nom

Ce texte sera un texte descriptif sur un univers que j’ai créé et développé sur divers coups d’inspi, qui pourra peut-être devenir sujet a mon prochain roleplay, et que je poste ici parce que j’ai nulle part d’autre. Tout ce qui sera en italique sera du commentaire de jeu, de MJ, et pas du lore. Le nom de cet univers reste a définir, vu qu’il n’a aucune raison d’être nommé: sa nature lui donne moins de 100 ans d’existence.

Les plaines d’Evaël sont desormais percées par les hauts pics innommés du monde des ombres. Au sommet de ceux-ci, sur des plateaux immenses, se réveillent des êtres aux souvenirs flous. Aucun ne sait ce qu’il fait ici. Leurs souvenirs sont proches ou lointains. Certains ne se souviennent que de cette existence, d’autres d’une ancienne, parfois un peu des deux, souvent des fragments illogiques plus qu’une vie entière. Un nom ressort. Si ce n’est plus. Certains on vu le cataclysme, ont reconstruit une vie apres, d’autres n’en ont qu’une vague image.

Connaissance du cataclysme, du monde d’avant. Des mondes d’avant. Trois est leur nombre: le Ciel, la Terre, l’Enfer.

La Terre était un monde inconscient des deux autres, mais pourtant entre eux dans le grand repère des plans d’existence. Grandes forêts et mers d’eau salée recouvraient les ruines de l’ancienne humanité. Celle-ci est morte depuis des temps immémoriaux, depuis l’époque ou le monde physique a commencé à être influencé par l’ether, et ou les êtres vivants sont devenus créés par leur âme. Perdues sont les technologies capables de donner vie a l’acier, de raser des montagnes, ou de voyager des milles entieres sans s’épuiser. Maintenant, seule la magie peut ces miracles, et des bipèdes ne reste que les mages.

Le Ciel et l’Enfer partagent depuis toujours une relation des plus étranges. Bien que les mondes n’aient jamais de mémoire vivante eu le moindre lien, chacun propage mythes et légendes d’un grand Ragnarök contre l’autre, ennemi de toujours. Seraphins contre Démons, dans une guerre de mort. Le Ciel, monde volant. Iles au couleurs chatoyantes, monde organisé dans de grandes sociétés prospères. L’enfer, chaotique et tribal, avec peu d’océans, mais au paysages grandioses de roche. Deux opposés, si liés malgré l’infini qui les séparait. Bien étrange...

Trois font un. Trois mondes alignés qui sans raison connue se sont juste écrasés les uns dans les autres. Mais non, ce ne sont pas juste des océans qui se remplirent ou des portes qui s’ouvrirent. La réalité n’est pas aussi propre, et tout c’est recouvert au niveau conceptuel même. Êtres vivants, vos âmes désormais ne sont qu’entre une et trois. Être morts, roches, mers, laves, tout sort n’importe ou, n’importe comment. Montagnes dans les villes, océans volants, plaines sous le magma, le nouveau monde n’est pas qu’une union. C’est un nouveau monde, et un chaos.

Dans chaque monde vivait trois peuples, chacun lié par sa culture, sa magie, et sa race. Au Ciel, Seraphins, Dieux et Elementaires partageaient les lieux pendant qu’aux enfers survivaient Démons, Ombres et Spectres. Entre deux, sur terre, les derniers Mages survivants de l’humanité se cachaient dans leurs ruines, loin des Therians et des Golems peuplant la nature.

Les Seraphins sont des humanoïdes ailés a la culture européene, style médiéval. Ils sont spécialistes des épées et de la magie de lumière. Ils ont une culture de la justice qui leur impose un point de vue “objectif” qui serait celui de la Justuce elle-même. Ils ne pardonnent que peu.

Les Dieux sont une race pouvant avoir n’importe quelle forme physique, mais qui n’en tirent aucune force particulière. Leur vraie puissance vient de leur forme unique de magie, qui se base sur le contrôle absolu d’un “domaine”. Ils sont profondément égoïstes et vivent bien loin les uns des autres. Concrètement, un personnage Dieu dispose d’un élément qu’il contrôle (sans pouvoir le créer). Plus le domaine est large, plus il lui sera demander de s’imposer des règles en tant que limites.

Les Elementaires sont des êtres spécialisés dans la magie, à un niveau incomensurable. Ceux-ci ressemblent à des lumières colorées ou quelques particules de leur élément flottent. Les élémentaires sont tres puissants en magie, mais en contrepartie y sont aussi tres faibles: ils ne peuvent pas se défendre contre bien des sorts, entre autres la lecture/le controle mental. Suite a ça, ce peuple s’est basé sur une loi de non-violence absolue.

Les Démons sont des êtres vivant dans des structures de pierre, le plus souvent sombre. Ils ont la peau écailleuse, et des ailes, et leurs autres caracteristiques peuvent varier selon l’individu. Ils se caracterisent par une envie naturelle de possession, et donc l’envie d’avoir des chateaux plus grands, ou plus de suivants. Ils sont naturellement équilibrés entre la magie et les compétences physiques.

Les Ombres sont des êtres a mi-chemin entre un liquide vivant et illusion. Intégralement noires, elles restent sensible aux coups physiques et sont incapables de maintenir un corps divisé. La plupart peuvent prendre une forme humanoïde, mais seuls les plus puissantes se séparent de la peau bleue et des yeux rouges qui viennent avec. Elles aiment la magie noire, et se réunissent en meutes.

Les Spectres sont assez basiquement des âmes pures, capables de tres violentes émotions mais peu de reflexion. Leur magie est simple et basée sur le mouvement, mais elles sont insensibles a toute attaque physique. Elles se contentent de se ballader librement dans le monde.

Les Mages sont des humains ayant survécu au temps en s’élevant spirituellement et en apprenant une forme de magie appelée “Ordre”. Ils fonctionnent souvent via des systèmes de classes organisés, et sont la race la plus adaptée au marchandage et a la communication. Ordre: Magie basée sur des incantations, adaptable selon l’élément. L’incantation est en trois lignes: un mot-clef unique au mage pour acceder a la magie, un mot qui désigne l’élément et la puissance, et un mot pour la forme et les variables.

Les Therians sont des anciens humains s’étant unis a des animaux lors du passage a l’âme. Ils sont organisés en clans et savent faire fonctionner une répartition simple des taches, mais leur instinct prévaut sur ça. Ils sont puissants physiquement.

Les Golems sont des âmes affixées a des objets. Certaines roches, certains bois, voire d’autres. Ainsi, les objets deviennent vivants et se sculptent selon l’âme qui l’habite. Plus l’âme est puissante, plus l’objet est complexe. Ils aiment construire des choses via une magie de manipulation des éléments, mais ils ne vivent que peu dedans, ce qui est sujet a l’invasion des donjons*.

Note gameplay: malgré les classes tres caracteristiques monstrées ici, il y en a de fait un total de 63 jouables. En effet, vous joueurs pouvez créer jusqu’à trois personnages de races différentes, tous d’un monde séparé, et votre personnage final sera une race fusionnée des trois ayant quelques souvenirs de chaque. Une grosse partie de vos personnages sera donc due au hasard simple si vous le décidez.

Grandes lignes du bestiaire:

Si le bestiaire de ce monde vide et inconnu vous est mysterieux, quelques créatures sont du ressort de tous.

Les Donjons sont des êtres malicieux manipulant l’espace-temps, liés a une certaine divinité. Ils creusent dans la réalité pour tranfomer des batiments en labyrinthes pleins de dangers, mais aussi de trésors uniques.

Les Dragons sont des créatures dotées d’intelligence capables de voler. Ils en sauraient beaucoup sur le monde, mais n’aimeraient pas communiquer. Il est tres rare d’en voir.

Les Mecha sont des unités robotiques de défense encore présentes dans les ruines humaines, prêtes a tout pour éliminer les intrus.

Les Fous sont des gens dont l’âme n’as pas supportés la transition, et qui sont revenus a l’état primitif d’animal.

Enfin, les autres. Le but est de survivre. N’accorder jamais trop vite votre confiance.

Voilà pour la description de cet univers. Le but principal était de créer un univers sur des bases bibliques, partir sur un style Diablo/Darksiders, puis j’y ai ajoutés d’autres inspirations, donnant le coté post-apo et exploration du monde naturel d’Horizon, Zelda BoTW ou encore Xenoblade Chronicles. Enfin, attendez vous a des combats dantesques, dignes d’un Shadow of the colossus. Dantesque, ce mot résume bien ce projet, son style comme son ambition.

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