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flowerprose · 10 months

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KALSAR & RUNA

kalsar, a man out of time and frozen for 200 years, is accidentally thawed when the ice prison partially collapses. while on the run, he's pursued by the frost mage, runa, magistrate to the warden, and the king's favoured caster. after provoking the ire of a hibernating bear deity, the two are magically tethered and banished from its forest realm, forced to travel together and find a spell to unweave this ancient curse.

whilst townsfolk disappear and monstrous entities prowl the countryside, bearing hide immune to all weapons - even magic - kalsar and runa are forced to confront their dichromatic personalities, in which they exist on opposite spectrums of law, class, and gender. when kalsar learns that the man responsible for executing his brother still rules as king over two centuries later, runa is confronted by her role in an oppressive regime and the sacrifice she must bear to dismantle it.

POV: Dual-POV, third person, past tense

Status: Drafting

Genre: Fantasy

Projected word count: 90,000

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Kalsar woke christened with dew and morning glow. His back remained guarded by the trunk of the yew tree, the leaves overhead providing a slim canopy from the greying mist. Beside him, Runa slept soundly, her cheek pressed into her rucksack, and her breathing even, undisturbed by the chill of a damp, new day. She nestled into the foliage as if it were warm wool; perhaps she was a welcomed guest to this forest, and he its invader. Such thought made Kalsar crave the well-used flint block in his pocket, growing heavier the longer he sat and watched her.

“There’s something righteous about setting fire to a frost mage,” Kalsar mused aloud, as he silently moved to his feet. The golden twine secured around his gloved wrist didn’t glint for once, masking its presence to match his stealth. He knelt beside the sleeping mage and gently worked his fingers beneath her thigh and shoulder. She didn’t stir as he lifted her up and leveraged her weight against him.

“Then again, fire could cost me in the long run,” he continued, his words hovering above a whisper, almost daring her to rouse. “I can’t guarantee the twine will unravel once you’re a corpse. Dismembering would work faster, but we revisit that discussion often enough, don’t we? A caster wouldn’t willingly give her hand away, but if I take them both, a caster you won’t be.” He tsked to himself impatiently. “You’re lucky I despise the mess of it. The filth of you clinging to me long after you’re dead or limbless.”

He stepped carefully over pillars of moss and fallen branches as if evading the clutter of his bloodying thoughts. The sound of the river crept closer, but his feet never hurried.

“Maybe I’ll feed you scarlet berries for breakfast. Make a jam for the pastries you’re always gorging on. The crumbs and mess you’re always leaving. But you wouldn’t die quietly, would you? What mage has ever considered their dignity?”

He reached the riverbank and unrolled her from his arms, letting the twine go taut as she fell into the shallow bank. Runa woke with a shriek, coughing up the water she’d inhaled. Clueless and vulnerable, yet her hands still didn’t raise for an attack. He stepped back anyway, tugging her toward him, causing her to plunge back into the water. Her confused look met his furious one.

“I let you wake this time. Next time you fall asleep on watch, I’ll hold your head down.”

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ultfan · 14 hours

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aesthetic.

what are your muse’s aesthetics? BOLD any which apply to your muse! remember to REPOST! feel free to add to the list!

[ COLOURS ] ~ burgundy. red. crimson. scarlet. maroon. mahogany. copper. amber. chocolate. brown. tawny. tan. bronze. brass. orange. gold. saffron. yellow. chartreuse. spring green. lime. mint. green. olive. forest. turquoise. teal. cerulean. blue. navy. cobalt. periwinkle. indigo. pewter. plum. purple. magenta. fuchsia. lilac. lavender. pink. coral. peach. ivory. cream. white. silver. grey. smoke. charcoal. ebony. black. pastels. vibrant. matte. metallic. muted. dark. light.

[ BODY ] ~ mutations. claws. fangs. wings. tails. feathers. webs. spikes. scales. fur. stripes. spots. freckles. acne. bruises. scars. scratches. gashes. lashes. wounds. amputations. burns. brands. teeth. gums. tongues. lips. beards. mustaches. cheeks. noses. ears. eyes. eyelashes. eyebrows. hair. heads. neck. shoulders. collar bones. arms. elbows. wrists. hands. fingers. breast. back. ribs. abs. belly. hips. curves. butts. legs. thighs. knees. shins. ankles. feet. toes. nails. sweat. spit. tears. blood. heart. stomach. lungs. liver. veins. guts. bones. spine. muscle. skin. feline. canine. masculine. feminine.

[ WEAPONS ] ~ bites. fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. bow. crossbow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. bombs. missiles. boomerangs. lethal pets. lasers.

[ MATERIALS ] ~ metal. gold. silver. platinum. pewter. titanium. iron. steel. copper. bronze. brass. tin. bismuth. diamonds. pearls. rubies. garnets. sapphires. emeralds. jade. peridots. alexandrite. opal. topaz. jasper. quartz. rose quartz. smoky quartz. amethyst. citrine. fluorite. amber. malachite. turquoise. lapis lazuli. sodalite. pyrite. labradorite. moonstone. petrified wood. wood. paper. parchment. hemp. canvas. burlap. oils. skin. muslin. rayon. faux. wool. fur. lace. leather. skins. suede. corduroy. silk. satin. chiffon. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. rocks. flint. asphalt. brick. granite. marble. dust. rust. glitter. sand. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. nylon. polyester. plastic. glass. porcelain. bone. shells. coral.

[ NATURE ] ~ grass. leaves. trees. bark. flowers. roses. daisies. forget me nots. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. roots. ocean. pond. river. stream. waterfall. creek. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. tropical. jungle. marsh. moors. swamp. plains. hills. highlands. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. fire. lava. ice. frost. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. shadow. tornado. hurricane. water spout. thunder. hail. twisters. humidity. dryness.

[ ANIMALS ] ~ birds. penguins. eagles. owls. falcons. vultures. hawks. swans. parrots. parakeets. doves. pigeons. ducks. robins. cardinals. blue jays. bluebirds. blackbirds. crows. ravens. magpies. mockingbirds. flamingos. ostriches. seagulls. albatross. peacocks. condors. finches. pelicans. chickens. geese. quail. bats. sheep. cows. buffalo. deer. hedgehogs. elephants. horses. giraffes. cats. lions. tigers. pumas. cheetahs. jaguars. foxes. dogs. wolves. coyotes. bunnies. mice. rats. monkeys. apes. bears. pandas. polar bears. snakes. iguanas. chameleons. alligators. crocodiles. turtles. lizards. frogs. toads. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. stingrays. octopus. lobsters. crabs. bugs. spiders. ants. moths. butterflies. flies. maggots. roaches. ladybugs. beetles. cicadas. dragonflies. fleas. termites. leeches. worms. snails. mosquitoes. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. dinosaurs.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] ~ pepper. salt. sugar. honey. syrup. caramel. candy. bubblegum. mints. candy canes. gumdrops. lollipops. chocolate. vanilla. cinnamon. ice cream. cake. cookies. brownies. biscuits. pie. tarts. lemonade. soda. champagne. wine. brandy. rum. whiskey. vodka. tequila. sake. beer. soju. gin. crema de cacao. cocoa. latte. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. fruit. apples. oranges. lemons. cherries. strawberries. blueberries. raspberries. cranberries. watermelons. cantaloupes. bananas. coconuts. grapes. kiwi. pomegranates. tomatoes. vegetables. potatoes. cucumbers. carrots. turnips. onions. leeks. celery. broccoli. cabbages. lettuces. roots. nuts. white meat. red meat. raw meat. veal. pork. chicken. beef. venison. fish. lobster. oysters. pizza. ambrosia. pasta. sandwiches. soup.

[ HOBBIES ] ~ music. piano. flute. woodwinds. whistles. drums. guitar. cello. synthesizer. violin. lute. harp. fiddle. harmonica. trumpet. brass. singing. composing. folk. classical. bluegrass. blues. jazz. big band. pop. country. rock. punk. metal. electronica. hip hop. reggae. ska. rap. vinyl records. cassettes. cds. soundcloud. itunes. spotify. art. sculpting. pottery. painting. watercolour. drawing. pastels. charcoal. sketching. graffiti. printing. inking. collecting. fighting. martial arts. self-defence. boxing. fencing. sumo. wrestling. jousting. paintball. lazer tag. duelling. hunting. fishing. climbing. weight lifting. training. sports. football. football (usa). rugby. baseball. cricket. lacrosse. volleyball. basketball. tennis. badminton. skating. cycling. sailing. rowing. hiking. running. gymnastics. dancing. ice skating. hockey. reading. writing. cooking. sewing. acting. photography. video games. horseback riding. gardening. smithing. shopping. traveling. movies. theatre. libraries. books. magazines. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. science.

[ STYLE ] ~ nudism. perfume. cologne. piercings. tattoos. henna. body paint. war paint. make up. lipstick. mascara. eyeliner. eye shadow. powder. beauty marks. blush. nail polish. lingerie. fishnet. pantie-hoes. socks. stockings. leggings. long johns. under armor. corsets. sports bras. bustles. camisoles. blouses. button ups. tunics. vests. waistcoats. leather jackets. ponchos. sweaters/jumpers. hoodies. skirts. jeans. kilts. breeches. scarfs. cravats. ascots. belts. sashes. gloves. heels. sandals. platforms. tennis shoes. penny loafers. jordans. slippers. boots. cowboy boots. rain boots. army boots. armor. justaucorps. trench coats. capes. cloaks. burqa. suits. tuxedos. kimonos. saris. sun dresses. gowns. jewelry. earrings. nose rings. lip rings. tongue piercings. belly rings. gauges. eyebrow rings. necklaces. pearl strings. leis. bracelets. bangles. cuffs. watches. friendship bracelets. rings. pendants. lockets. broaches. boutonnieres. pocket watches. cuff links. hats. crowns. circlets. flower crowns. helmets. hijabs. turbans. baseball caps. cowboy hats. brocade. doublet. gorget. bracers. masks. cowls. braces. glasses. sun glasses. eye contacts. pyjamas.

[ MISC ] ~ balloons. bubbles. candles. battle. war. diplomacy. peace. money. power. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. sex. hugs. duality. sin. lust. greed. wrath. envy. sloth. gluttony. pride. virtue. chivalry. honour. piety. charity. diligence. chastity. gentleness. aggression. romance. hatred. grief. pity. success. bitterness. sorrow. joy. fear. anger. good. evil. relativity. vampirism. sapphism. life. birth. time. death. illusion. silence.

#a lotta the gems n stuff are based off symbolism #representing good/bad luck #plus fortune and hope #♡₊˚ 🍀・₊✧ » ic : dash game ─ 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘉𝘌 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘓𝘜𝘊𝘒 𝘖𝘙 𝘉𝘈𝘋 𝘓𝘜𝘊𝘒.ᐣ ❞#♡₊˚ 🍀・₊✧ » ic : aesthetic ─ 𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘌 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘌𝘚 𝘉𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘌𝘚𝘛 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘋𝘌𝘚𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘙. ❞

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graveyard-tears · 3 months

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In the hidden garden where secrets bloom, Obsession's fire ignites the air, A muse divine, their wings unfurled, In shadows cast by the moon's soft glare.

Each leaf whispers secrets untold, Each petal a canvas for desire, In this sanctuary of forbidden thoughts, Where obsession’s flames burn ever higher.

Oh, keeper of this sacred ground, With every step, my heart alight, Your presence, a beacon in the dark, A guiding star in passion's flight.

I’d bleed for you, my angel fair, My blood staining the white flowers' face, In your eyes, I find my inspiration, In your thoughts, I find my resting place.

In my scarlet rivers, madness’s testament flows, A testament to obsession's might, In this secret garden, where i am bound, I surrender sanity’s sweet fight.

My first time writing this kind of poem (≧ω≦) I hope it pleases you, Angel (/ω＼)

-💞

this is,,, otherworldly. this left me speechless, once again. my dearest poet, you possess words that captivate me. it calls to me. it feels like a delicate touch,, and yet, it feels strong at the same time. i can feel the message behind this, and connect to it in a very special and close way,, as i analyze the words further, my mind flows with each word like a sacred scene being bestowed upon me to witness. i will remember this poem by heart, and let my soul rest upon these scarlet rivers and words created by you,, ♡ !! how precious of you to gift me these sacred blessings of yours to me,, i will treasure them forever.

#. . . yard inbox. ･ﾟ✧#. . . 💕 anon. ･ﾟ✧#my dearest poet <3 !!

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adowryofblood · 1 year

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WORDS TO A LOVER

Understand me: I am a mediocre being, Neither good nor very bad, quiet, a bit sullen. I hate heavy perfumes and loud voices, And grey is more dear to me than scarlet or ochre. I love sunset, the day dying bit by bit, The fire, the monastic intimacy of a room Where the lamps with veiled amber transparence Redden the old bronze and blue the stoneware. My eyes on the carpet, more polished than sand, I idly recreate the golden river-banks Where the clarity of beautiful yesterdays still linger... And yet I am so much to blame. See: I am at the age where a woman abandons herself To a man whom her weakness searched out but whom she dreads, And I have never given myself like that Because you appeared from around the corner. The hyacinth bleeds the hillsides red, You dreamt and love walked beside you... I am a woman, I have no right to your beauty. I have been condemned to masculine ugliness. And I would have the inexcusable audacity to desire Your gentle and sisterly love, The light step which does not crush the ferns And the soft voice that has just gone into the night. I have been forbidden your hair, your eyes, Because your hair is long and full of scent And because your eyes have strange desires Like rebellious waves. I have been told off with irritated gestures, Because my gaze searched for your tender response... Watching us pass, no one wanted to understand That I chose you simply. Consider the worthless law I break And judge my love, which knows no wrong, As candid, as necessary and as fatal As the desire that joins lover and mistress. No one read the light in my eyes On the road where my lover lead me, And they said: "Who is that cursed woman Who deafly courts the flames of hell?" Let us leave them to the cares of their impure morality, And let us dream that dawn is honey flaxen, That day comes unsoured and night without malice Like friends whose goodness reassures us... We will see the star-light on mountains... What does the judgment of men matter to us? And what must we fear, for we are Pure facing life and we love each other?...

Renée Vivien, The Muse Of The Violets (transl. Catharine Kroger)

#this might be my favorite renée vivien poem #art & lit #renée vivien #the muse of the violets #lit #poetry #quotes #queer #lesbian #lesbian poetry

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dreamerinthemoonlight · 1 year

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The Thread that Binds a Sinner and God

Summary: Zhongli awakens his soulmate bond, when he never thought he would. Of course, he didn't expect for his soulmate to be Dainsleif

Word Count: 2584

CW/TW: Mentions of Death, Spoilers for requiem of the echoing depths archon interlude quest, Angst with a happy ending

Zhongli x Dainsleif

Requests are OPEN

Zhongli makes his way along the lake that pools at the base of the Huaguang Stone forest.

In the late afternoon sun, the pillars and surrounding mountains cast long shadows across the valley.

Zhongli sighs as he raises his eyes to the cloudless sky.

Not for the first time, especially since giving up his gnosis, the weight of the past settles on his shoulder like stone. It’s like the river of time is a tangible thing, surrounding him, both leaving him behind and inexorably sweeping him along in its wake.

It feels like only yesterday that he stood next to Azhdaha, defending Liyue side by side. And yet only a few hours before they said a goodbye he never thought they’d get.

Zhongli’s gaze falls from the sky to the homes of his fellow adepti. His heart clenches. One day he’ll be saying goodbye to those age old friends too. Time and erosion slowly carrying them to an inevitable end.

The ancient adeptus shakes his head vigorously, clearing his mind with a reminder that this is the natural order of the world, that even he will fall one day.

A pinch in his pinky draws him out of his musings.

Zhongli raises his hand only to find a scarlet thread tied around it.

The tail of the string pulls taut, disappearing a few feet from him, though he’s well aware that someone else is on the other end.

He touches the thread, giving it a gentle tug, smiling when a faint presence in his mind gives a start.

After six millenia, he finally has a soulmate.

Perhaps the stars have some plan for him yet.

That night, Zhongli decides to leave the bond be. After all, there’s enough distance between the two of them that only the strongest of emotions and the worst possible pain filter down the bond created by the string.

Every now and then, Zhongli will be laying in bed at night and the faintest hint of sadness or apathy, but nothing strong.

The greatest change brought on by the soulmate bond is the teasing he receives from Hu Tao and others he interacts with.

One bright day, Zhongli sits outside the Third Round Knockout, listening to one of Iron-tongue Tian’s stories.

His right hand absentmindedly fiddles with the string hanging from his left.

Over the last few weeks its length has become far less taut, coinciding with a strengthening in the emotion that flows down it.

It’s been almost painful, the way his soulmate seems to alternate between emptiness, fierce determination, and hate. It’s been all he can do to keep projecting a sense of comfort down the bond, but so far it’s done little to ease his soulmate's pain.

Today is a bit of an exception. For once there is a sense of recognition and even fondness, though for some strange reason it’s paired with scorn.

Halfway through Iron-tongue Tian’s story, the constant flow of emotion shifts, flaring into something stronger. Desperation, grief, fear, and rage spill over in heavy waves. Before he can think about it, Zhongli stands, leaving the Third Round Knockout and racing through Liyue’s side streets.

Before he can leave Chihu Rock however, a wave of pain unlike any he’s ever felt brings him to his knees.

No. No. No. I haven’t even met them yet. Please let them be alright.

Zhongli forces himself to his feet, making sure he’s far out of the city before doing something he never thought he’d do again and shifts form.

Scales replace skin as the former archon takes on his draconic form and takes to the sky.

He keeps low to the ground, knowing that rumors of his “return” would certainly follow if he were to be seen, but urgency demands a faster mode of transportation than human feet.

Zhongli follows the string, which is somehow still visible in this form, crossing the southern regions of Liyue.

At this point the string has shifted, disappearing into the ground a few feet from him. How his soulmate ended up in the chasm underground is a question for later.

For now, Zhongli focuses on skirting the Millelith, fatui, and treasure hoarders.

By the time he slips into a back entrance to the chasm underground the pain and anger have eased, replaced by bone deep weariness and grief.

Despite knowing that his soulmate is probably safe, Zhongli continues on.

While Zhongli makes his way across the chasm underground, Dainsleif watches Aether and Paimon leave.

Paimon chatters to Aether, reassuring him that they’ll meet again. Why they’d want to after he threatened to kill Aether if he sided with his sister, he doesn’t quite know, but at the moment it doesn’t matter.

Waves of residual pain wash over him as he approaches Halfdan’s body. There’s no way he’s leaving him here, to rot where he fell.

He lifts his brother in arms and carries him out of the ruins, before placing him in a small cave and bringing the entrance down.

Dain sits by the collapsed cave entrance, letting waves of residual pain wash over him. The tears he refused to let Aether and Paimon see well up in his eyes.

Would that he had the ability to take Halfdan’s body back to their homeland, but that place is sealed off. Sealed off and far, far away.

“I’m sorry, brother. Thank you for doing what I could not.”

Dainsleif closes his eyes and falls into uneasy sleep, uncaring of the scarlet string that grows ever shorter.

Zhongli finds Dain leaving up against a pile of fallen rocks, face twisted in obvious pain.

For the first time, the scarlet thread attached to his pinky is fully visible, tied to the man in front of him.

Zhongli leaves the man be for a moment, finding a sheltered nook to set up a makeshift camp in. A wave of his hand grinds stone half a foot deep into soft sand, before starting a fire.

He returns to his soulmate, gently lifting him and moving him to the camp.

Once Dain is settled, Zhongli frowns. Running off after his soulmate without any preparation may not have been his best idea.

Then again, looking at his soulmate, he’d rather be here. That being said… there’s a way to get them out. It would be difficult, without the gnosis to aid him, but possible. Whether or not his soulmate would thank him is another issue entirely.

Dainsleif rolls over on his side, and another wave of pain overwhelms him.

No. As much as he’d rather wait for his soulmate’s permission, they're going to have to leave at some point and the blond needs a comfortable place to recover. Comfortable and safe.

With his decision made, Zhongli picks Dainsleif up again, muttering soft words of comfort when the man groans before facing the back wall.

A barked word creates a large jagged crack in the wall, through which he can see the western edge of the harbor, not far from the place where he makes his home.

He steps through and makes his way down the path to the small house.

He has to set Dain down for a moment to let them in, but within a few minutes, Zhongli has him settled in bed.

Zhongli looks over at his soulmate and sighs. All he can do now is wait.

Dainsleif wakes to complete and total darkness. Oddly enough, it’s not the confined darkness of the chasm underground, but the brighter darkness of the world above it.

Even odder, he’s tucked in a bed, covered in silk sheets. The soft scent of incense fills the room.

He groans as he sits up, pressing a gloved hand to his pounding head.

“You’re awake.”

The speaker is a tall, dark haired man.

“Where am I?” Dainsleif winces at the rough quality of his voice.

“My home. I wasn’t going to leave you to sleep in the chasm. It’s not safe.”

The response elicits a scowl. “I can take care of myself.”

“I don’t doubt that. You’ve been out for two days. We had no food or water and I was not going to leave your side long enough to find some. Speaking of food, are you hungry?”

Dainsleif is about to answer with a negative and insist on being shown the exit, but his stomach takes this opportunity to rubble at top volume.

The man chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll return shortly.”

As he leaves, Dainsleif finally notices the string that ties them together.

Fuck. I’m royally fucked.

Zhongli hurries back with two trays of food. He sets one on Dain’s lap before placing his own on the table he pulled over to the bedside a few days beforehand.

“Eat. You need it.”

Zhongli does his best to ignore the heavy negative emotions flowing down the bond, at least for now.

As soon as he had seen the star pupils in his soulmate’s eyes, he had known that this would need work, but the longer they are this close together, the more it seems like he’s going to be permanently rejected.

“What’s your name?” Zhongli asks, finally.

“Dainsleif.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dainsleif. I’m Zhongli.”

At least in this era I am.

Dainsleif furrows his brow. “You’re lying to me. I can feel it.”

“No I’m not. I have been known by many names. Zhongli is the one I have chosen in this era, for who I am now.”

“Will you give me your true name? I’d like to know that much about my soulmate.”

Zhongli nods. “I suppose my ‘true name’ if any really exists would be Morax. Though I would appreciate not being called by that. I keep wondering when my boss is going to connect the dots.”

“Morax is dead.”

“Most people would think so, wouldn’t they? It was simply best for all involved that I seem so.”

Dainsleif glares at Zhongli. “You….”

“I think I will take my leave. I understand that you will need time to process this. I simply ask that you spend enough time here to recover. It is safe here. On that you have my word.”

Zhongli leaves, leaving Dainsleif to his own devices.

What in the abyss is fate thinking? Partnering me with an archon? How am I supposed to be with an archon?

Dainsleif freezes. I wanted to be with my partner. That blasted traveler is really getting to me. What do I do now?

After a moment, Dainsleif registers the emotion crossing the bond. He wonders if Zhongli--Morax-- is aware that he’s sending unspoken comfort down the string tying them together, as if he cares.

He pauses. Perhaps the ancient man does care. He’s clearly tainted with abyssal energy and his eyes are clearly Khaenri’ahn.

All he knows is somewhere deep inside, something inside him is begging him to give the archon a chance.

“Khaenri’ah is gone. I am alone. Halfdan,” he speaks to his friend, unable to help the tears that spill over, “do I give our old enemy and one of the ones who cursed us all, a chance? Do either of us get a chance at redemption?”

He goes unanswered.

Several days pass and Zhongli continues to nurse Dain back to health.

When it seems like Dainsleif isn’t going to push him away, he begins speaking of everyday life. He tells stories of Hu Tao and his fellow employees, and speaks of his fellow adepti.

After Dain’s first sleepless night, Zhongli starts telling ancient bedtime stories. Somehow, the archon’s voice easily lulls him to sleep.

One night, a week after rescuing Dain, Zhongli sits outside his house, watching over Liyue harbor.

The door opens and shuts with a soft thump.

“Good evening, Dainsleif.”

“Do you do this often? Sit out here and watch?”

“Yes. My contract with my people is the most important I’ve ever made. I would do anything to protect them.”

“Even curse another nation?”

“Dainsleif… I cannot speak of it. I made a contract….”

“Even to someone who knows everything?”

“I---I don’t know. I made a contract to never speak of it, to reveal nothing.”

Dainsleif takes a moment to think. He touches the string tying them. After 500 years he’s well aware that the Lord of Geo is truly incapable of breaking a contract.

“Can you think of it? Let me feel how you felt?”

“Smart. You think well.”

Zhongli closes his eyes and the emotions being shared shift.

To Dainsleif’s surprise, there’s nothing cold or heartless about them. Instead, there’s pain, guilt, a sense of resistance, as if there was nothing he could do to stop, even though he might have wanted to.

“I…think I see. You really feel no malice towards us.”

“Only to the ones directly responsible for losing monsters on Liyue. If I could find a way to circumvent my contract, I would. In the time that we have been connected I have grown to care for you, I don’t wish for my silence to cause you any more pain.”

“The past is the past and in truth I do not blame the gods. The ones in power brought it upon themselves. My enemy is not the gods, but the Abyss Order that continues to endanger the world.”

“I understand. Thank you for understanding my limitations.”

“What do you want to do about us?”

“Us? I think it is up to you. I have lived a very, very long time. Perhaps as a young adeptus I might have hoped that I would have a soulmate. But after the Archon War, after Guizhong the God of Dust, died, it seemed too easy to lose a soulmate. Besides, I was more than 3000 years old at that point. It was easy to think I would never see the red string of fate on my own hand. Since giving up my gnosis I have resolved to live as much of a normal life as I can.”

“An archon can live a normal life?”

“We can try. I’ve heard that the Anemo archon also spends his days amongst his people.”

The emotions flowing between them hit a sour note.

“You don’t like him?”

“Barbatos is a lazy drunkard. His nation has long survived without his overt interference. For much of my time as an Archon it seemed very improper.”

“I see.”

“Will you give me a chance, Dainsleif? I am well aware that I have done much to earn your hatred and that Khaenri’ahns have never liked the gods. But fate tied us together anyway.”

“I---I am willing. I have spent a lot of time thinking. I will not give up until I’ve eliminated the abyss order, but if you want to join me, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to have a companion once again.”

“I would have to speak to Hu Tao, but I would not mind traveling with you. There is much I haven’t seen in this world. If you will have me, I will help you in your cause. The Abyss Order is a threat to all.”

Dainsleif takes a seat next to his soulmate, letting their knees brush together. “We don’t have to decide now, but I am willing to give you a chance. To give us a chance.”

“Thank you.”

The two men, once on either side of a line drawn in the sand, sit in silence. And when the Harbor finally sleeps, a god and a sinner walk side by side. The string between them vanishes, but the bond forever remains.

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ragewithinthestorm · 1 year

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closed for @gareththegreat

Scarlet was surprised with how much she liked the small town, it was so different to what she was used to, it was quiet, well, there was something weird going on but other than that it was quiet, but most importantly there was no press here, no one seemed to be aware of who she was and what had happened, she could be normal.

She was however annoyed that she was forced to attend school despite being close to turning 19 but it did mean she could make some friends...she wasn't making friends. It wasn't that she didn't want to befriend the small town kids, it was more that they didn't seem interested in the weird girl who clearly didn't belong. Her father had bought her a home to live in and hired what was effectively a live in nanny despite her age, to take care of the home so she could focus on school and socialising.

Scarlet's fire red hair was tied back in a braid, she was dressed in a short black skirt, ripped fishnets, Doc's, Motorhead shirt and leather jacket as she wandered out to the bleachers. She had her guitar with her as she'd wandered out into the woods to find that bench she'd found a few weeks earlier, but there was a boy there. She sighed as she decided to go over, "hey, you skipping too?"

#gareththegreat #this sucks I'm sorry #muse || scarlet rivers

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tsarinatorment · 2 years

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20 Tsari Fics

So no-one asked, but I did one anyway because I got myself thinking about it and life is not great rn so might as well think about things I'm good at rather than dwell on what I'm apparently bad at. So.

As always, only complete fics (with one exception but that's a short story compilation so technically all the stories within it are complete). Various fandoms represented here!

And because I'm curious: if you have a favourite of my fics, either one listed here or another one, feel free to let me know :D

(Please Don't Let Me) Fade Alone Riordanverse (TOA) Teen. Family/Romance. Will, Apollo, Nico. 8k Please. Don't let me.

A Tradition of Pride Mortal Instruments Gen. Friendship. Clary, Raphael. 2k When designing the new symbol to represent the Council, Clary struggles to find a symbol to represent the vampires.

Black Widow Naruto Teen. Angst. Rin, Obito. 2k Rin was Obito's best friend. Always there for him with a smile and kind words, no-one ever doubted her intentions towards him. Maybe someone should have done.

Choke Thunderbirds (TAG) Teen. Family. Scott, Tracy Family. 2k It's common knowledge that Grandma's cooking is a hazard to health. This was just one of the many occasions that proved it.

Criminals and Kindness Thunderbirds (TAG) Teen. Friendship. Mechanic, Parker, Scott. 2k The path to redemption is full of bumps, but it's not as impassable as it might seem.

Dawn Rises From the East Riordanverse (PJO; TOA) Teen. Family. Michael Y., Will, Apollo, OCs. 16k During the Battle of Manhattan, Michael Yew fell into the East River; his body was never found. Two years later, a homeless kid known only as Ferret has a chance encounter that changes everything he knows.

Divided, United Thunderbirds (TAG) Teen. Family/Hurt/Comfort. Scott, Virgil, Kayo, John. 6k Waking up bound in a dark room is never good news, but the absence of the brother he saw shot in front of him just makes it worse.

Flood Team Fortress 2 Teen. Hurt/Comfort. Scout. 2k A storm has left the canyon at Double Cross a raging torrent, but the Announcer decides to proceed with the mission nonetheless.

Freeloader Detective Conan Gen. Family. Kogoro. 1k Kogoro muses on the exact nature of his newest family member.

Grounded Thunderbirds (TAG) Teen. Family/Hurt/Comfort. Scott, Virgil, Kayo. 21k Scott didn't enjoy the trash mine rescue at all, but he enjoyed the consequences of it even less.

Help Me (Keep My Head Above Water) Thunderbirds (TAG [AU]) Teen. Family/Hurt/Comfort. Scott, Gordon. 4k The water is no place for a man who thrives in the skies. Luckily, he has a brother who’s the opposite.

In Your Shadow Thunderbirds (TAG) Gen. Family. Scott, Gordon. 2k "Tomorrow, they're not gonna say 'that's Gordon Tracy, the Olympic Champion!' Tomorrow, they're gonna say 'that's Scott Tracy's little brother!', and I'm gonna say 'damn straight I am.'"

Night Out Thunderbirds (TAG) Teen. Family. Gordon, Scott. 5k Gordon learnt two things that night: Scott was an affectionate drunk, and sometimes people throw bar stools for no good reason.

Outsider Thunderbirds (TAG) Teen. Friendship. Mechanic, Scott. 3k He’s not a member of International Rescue, but when someone ends up in trouble, he can’t walk away.

Seven Days and Seven Nights Riordanverse (TOA) Teen. Family. Will, Apollo, Apollo Cabin. 5k A warning, a storm, and Will’s world gets flipped upside-down.

Symbol of Despair Captain Scarlet/Thunderbirds (CSatM/TAG) Teen. Friendship. Scott, Captain Blue, John, Lieutenant Green. 23k Spectrum’s job is to attempt to foil each and every Mysteron threat made in the ongoing war of nerves. The threatened parties vary - politicians, military leaders, even strategic locations - but this time, it’s different. This time, the target is International Rescue, and Spectrum’s first hurdle is finding out where they’re supposed to be protecting in the first place.

Take A Chance On Me Thunderbirds (Movie) Teen. Family. Alan, Scott. 9k Thirteen. Scott, John, Virgil and Gordon had all had their first flying lesson when they turned thirteen, but when it was Alan’s turn, Dad said no. On a completely unrelated note, Scott is the world’s best big brother.

Tales From the Heart One Piece Teen. Friendship. Heart Pirates. 260k A series of short stories surrounding the Heart Pirates and their captain, with occasional guest appearances from other characters.

The Stolen God Riordanverse (MCGA; TOA) Teen. Friendship. Will, Magnus, Apollo. 107k Python is defeated. The prophecies are restored, and Nero has fallen. Apollo has not been seen since. His trials are over; why isn’t he back on Olympus?

You Can Be Whatever You Want To Be Riordanverse (TOA) Teen. Family/Hurt/Comfort. Will, Apollo. 9k After Will overworks himself, he finds himself receiving a difficult task from Apollo.

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professorhawthorne · 2 years

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Hawthorne's Pokemon Etymology Corner #1 - Milotic and how it's even better than you think it is, I promise!

Welcome to the first of what might be a regular feature here because I'm a huge dweeb and in a few weeks I'll have a glorious month of having nothing to do but play Scarlet and Violet and look into stuff like this! Today we're looking at the etymology (that's the study of the origin of words and phrases) of the name of one of generation three's most notorious water types.

I wanted to start with Milotic because every time I hear someone talk about its name origins they never quiiiitteee go far enough or hit it from the scientific angle that I like to approach things from.

So, let's get the first portion of the name out of the way because I agree with the majority and it seems pretty cut and dry. The "Milo" in Milotic is likely a reference to the Venus De Milo, a famous statue thought to depict the Greek goddess of love and a personal muse of mine: Aphrodite. The name of the statue comes from Venus (the Romanized name for Aphrodite) and Milos, the island the statue was found on. Making the name roughly "Venus from Milos" or "Venus of Milos".

The connection Milotic has to this famous work of marble is much more explcit in its debut generation as well as the fourth generation but less so in following generations due to the phasing out of contest and pokeblock/poffin mechanics after gen 4 (Which were all unfortunately present in both sets of remakes for generations three and four).

See, Milotic evolves from Feebas, a pokemon noted for being excessively ugly even when compared to its loose counterpart Magikarp, but by using pokeblocks or poffins to raise a Feebas' beauty trait you could evolve it into Milotic with a level up. This beauty based mechanic is the link to the Venus De Milo because the goddess it depicts was said to be the most beautiful woman in existence, a title she would violently defend.

This connection became less apparent from generation five onward as it became possible to evolve Feebas by trading it while it held a Prism Scale, somewhat severing the connection to its Greco-Roman origins. The last part of the name is where I have more fun though! The "tic" In Milotic is thought to simply be the end of the word "Aquatic" because Milotic is a water-type the is loosely based on the Oarfish or Gymnetrus gladius, a species of deep sea fish with bright reddish-pink spines sprouting from a dorsal fin that runs the length of its entire body, a trait that Milotic takes inspration (and heavy liberties) with. This all makes a lot of sense and is nice and simple and works well with Occam's Razor but I'M A DORK AND IT GETS EVEN JUICIER!

To explain how we need to go aaaaaaalllllll the way back to Ruby and Sapphire and look at the Route you initially catch Feebas in, if you even could. Feebas, and subsequently Milotic, were so elusive in their first few generations of existence that most players had no idea how to obtain one. The way it worked was that the original route that Feebas spawned in, Hoenn Route 119, had a few tiles of water, out of over a hundred total water tiles, that Feebas could be found in. These tiles were randomly generated when you made your save file and could be rerolled by telling the trendy phrase guy in Dewford town a new phrase (This is honestly so bizarre??). So, to find the lil guy you had to methodically fish an entire water route covered in flowing water and waterfalls.

Here's where the point of this whole post comes in. In the field of Limnology, that is the study of bodies of freshwater, there are two basic classifications of waterbodies, lentic or still bodies and lotic or flowing bodies.

See where I'm going? Hoenn Route 119 is obviously a flowing body of water, it's a river that runs south to the coast, roughly where you encounter Steven Stone and the counterpart to your game version's Eon pokemon in Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire.

I posit that it isn't simply the word "Aquatic" that gives Milotic the end of its name but the word "Lotic" which refers to the flowing rivers in which its young live and it later inhabits.

Now there's potentially some holes in this, just one generation later you can find Feebas in an underground lake in Mount Coronet which may be a lentic system but I posit that the Feebas must have entered the underground lake through some submerged cave system likely branching off of one of the rivers in northern Sinnoh so uhhh there. The portmanteau is smooshed even closer together if you use the word "Lotic" over "Aquatic" and that's just more elegant~

Tune in next time to see if I spend this long getting to the point again, next time in Professor Hawthorne's Pokemon Etymology Cornerrrr~

#Pokemon #Milotic #venus de milo #Feebas #Nature #Biology #etymology #linguistics #History

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timeguardiansarchive · 11 months

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Shield // Nancy and Ned @atacfiles

Send ‘Shield’ for my muse to push your muse out of harm’s way and get shot/stabbed to protect them. @atacfiles

"So you're going to make me chase you, then KILL you." A seething growl beckons. To which the irate gunman receives no vocalized response. "Alright. I'll play your game MISS DREW." The same threatening chord raises against the bitter cold of the warehouse. Stormy steps seem to follow in the wake of the PROMISE. "It'll be all the worse for you-- when I find you!"

Nancy is keenly aware that she has made a grievous error digging too deeply into the wretched man's past. Hector StoneRidge disappeared twelve individuals who worked for him. Now, she is destined to be the thirteenth.

Frantic, Nancy presses herself into the looming shadows and begins to skillfully back away from the intrusive thunder of oncoming steps. Her dirtied hands slip against the concrete until they hit something SOLID. Something familiar, and -- and was it muscular? YES!!!! NED!!!! Her eyes spring wide in bewildered astonishment.

Ned Nickerson shouldn't have doubled BACK for her!!! Not to this barbaric hell, where she seemed destined to die. Regret colors her sky blue eyes as her porcelain fingers snare about his mightier hand. Breathless, she mutters a curse in the spell of an exhale. "What are you doing?! Are you CRAZY???" She wants to shake him for being so LOYAL. She would have done so too, were they not running out of time and space to run.

The strawberry blonde's raucous heartbeat swallows the impending rush of steps, just when she needed to hear them the most. With a gentle nudge, she motions him towards a door. The LONE exit.

Just as as her fingers curl around the unmoving, solid door, they're cornered by StoneRidge. Fumbling for a moment, her large eyes glance down the barrel of the man's rifle. "Y--- you -- you don't have to do this," she remarks. The deployment of Nan's own fatigued chord sounded piteous, even to her. Quivering hands are raised in a placating gesture.

But it seems the time for TALK had long ago passed.

"NEEDDDDDDDDDD! NOO!!!" Nancy shouts, but the chord of her voice futilely carries several moments too late. He has already propelled his form into motion, pushing her aside, just as the DEAFENING BLAST of a SHOT splinters the air.

And down, her BELOVED Ned goes in her stead. Scarlet abounds, gushing in horrifying rivers, out of his chest. The Strawberry-blonde, now oblivious to the mostly undeterred threat, scrambles back to her feet and to Ned's side. "Why?!!! Why'd you do that?" Nancy cries. Her heart balls up, swelling and rising, just high enough to clog her throat. "That was so STUPID." Brave, yes. But very, very STUPID. Dirtied hands collapse over the wound in an effort to stem the wet, warm flow. "St--- stay with me. P-- please. Just -- just stay with me." She'd never forgive herself if he would perish in her place.

Though his form is sturdy and far heavier than her own, she moves to pull Ned into her arms. She needs to be able to better stay the flow. She willfully attempts to banish all thoughts of his DEATH despite feeling his blood seeping into every groove and crevice of her hands.

Mr. StoneRidge flees. Though his second, a man by the name of Gustlov, arrives several moments later.

"Call the police. Pl-- please, Mr. Gustlov. You-- You have to help us----" She knows the entreaty will likely engender no sympathy from the man. But she is DESPERATE. Too desperate to care. She knows, he has been SENT to finish the job. But maybe, just maybe-- he is the merciful type.

#Muse: Nancy Drew #atacfiles #MY HEART JUST #Nancy X Ned #I hopefully left you some open space if you wish to maneuver it- you certainly can #NPC: Hector StoneRidge #tw: gun #tw: violence #tw: blood #spent most of the night trying to make ICONS for this thread XDD

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valhyr · 2 years

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@omnilimit asked : 🪞 - to catch my muse trying to compose themselves in front of a mirror . (for verona 👀)

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.

Like a scene unfolding from a novel , the penthouse is entirely TOO DARK , is entirely TOO QUIET & TOO STILL for anyone’s liking ( you remember what pandora said , don’t you ? she’s not herself tonight , whatever happens when you go see her is on you— ) . It’s perhaps on purpose ; each footfall is l o u d ‘gainst dark hardwood floors , a stark and harrowing cut through the deafening s i l e n c e which surrounds the ex-SOLDIER , enveloping him like a discomforting shroud. There is nothing to greet him , only a pressing sense something – somehow – is terribly w r o n g in this place ; he has his options , he can seize opportunity and snoop or go find the monstrous mistress in her den ( pick wisely , you won’t get a second chance ) . Moving through the central room , it becomes apparent that it's quite COLD , every breath which leaves him returns to the atmosphere as condensed air ; fear , dread , the nettling stench of b l o o d – and thereupon the always meticulously clean panels ‘neath his feet is the tell-tale trail of scarlet. He’s careful not to disturb it , picking his way ‘round the red-river as he makes his way up the few steps and down the adjacent hall to her boudoir.

The beast IS there , yes , but she is not wholly p r e s e n t ; she is not sound of mind. Swathed in little more than one of her lace robes ( a delicate thing for such a destructive creature , it barely clings to her towering frame , spilling in stained embroidered pools at her clawed feet amid the gathering of viscera ) , Verona hunches forward , her face pressed into the depths of her palms as if seeking salvation in their chilled grasp. Talons have sunk into pale-gold tresses , sending them askew atop her head ; she’s TREMBLING , she’s QUIVERING , under the great and indelible weight of the mantle she is forced to carry ( how she tries quite hard to refuse its strength each day ; how she tries to outrun what she is intended to be ) . It is colder in here than beyond the threshold , coming nearer to her would spark a clamour of her reactive energy ( a distinctive high-noted hum in the air ) – that terrible aura surrounding her person , seeking to be turned loose , begging to come undone if only she would give it the freedom— Like waltzing into a blizzard , wind , hail and all. There is no sure guarantee of stability in that moment , he risks himself simply by standing within her reach.

Feather-like tendrils have unspooled from their place within the flesh of her back , the three of them taking up nearly the entire length of the floor. When his boot steps too close to one , they all raise to attention , those eye-markings adorning their glinting centers seemingly STARING at him – expectant , ready. “You—” Verona takes a steadying breath , raising her head to look through the glass of her mirror towards Cloud. “You should not … Be here.” Her voice is STRAINED & GUTTURAL , as if tasks her simply to speak in such a state. There’s stains of her endeavors smeared ‘cross her mouth , drooling idly down her chin and neckline. She makes no move to hide her crimes ; what’s the use ? The appendages reach towards him , the glint on them is s h a r p , keen like a honed blade , no doubt they’d cut like one , too. They pause just short as Verona turns in her seat to look at him. She can smell him ; taste his emotions atop her tongue ; sense his wavering resolve in the air ‘tween them. There is a voice in her – one that is not her own – that tells her eagerly : kill him , who will stop you , kill him— !

“Leave.” A few moments more. “I would not … Forgive myself … If I were to … Hurt you.”

#⚔ ━ ❝ IC || &. answered ❞ ━ ⚔#⚔ ━ ❝ VERSES || iii. FF7-R ❞ ━ ⚔#omnilimit #the way i wrote so much for this...#and for what?#anyways please enjoy it #it was fun skcdkjn

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sonorous-eisfyl · 11 hours

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what are your muse’s aesthetics? BOLD any which apply to your muse! remember to REPOST! feel free to add to the list!

[ WEAPONS ] ~ bites. fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. bow. crossbow. hammer. shield. poison. (bow)guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. bombs. missiles. boomerangs. lethal pets. lasers.

#[ im not actually sure how many of these apply im kind of just highlighting whatever feels right LOL ]#{ 🌸 } dreams of tomorrow (headcanons)#{ 🎐 } gathering hub (dash games)

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graveyard-tears · 3 months

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In crimson rivers, obsession's flow, A muse, an angel, mine to know and to own, Hearts marked by need, where passion's grip holds, In hues of scarlet, the soul's tale it shows.

In the ribcage, where secrets fold, Obsession’s embrace, an unyielding hold, Where ribs cage desires, where the heart’s hunger grows, A battle within, where possession shows.

In scarlet rivers, where obsession flows, Etched in love, where the heart's hunger grows.

a Lento style poem for my sweet muse (〃▽〃) your kindness has inspired me to write more, so thank you for that (≧ω≦)

-💞

my dear, this is breathtaking. no words could express how beautiful this is, and how this made me feel so at bliss while reading. to my dearest anon, i will forever treasure this poem close to my heart. i’d open my own ribcage and keep this safely tucked in for only me to see and consume. each and every word speaks to my soul and dances around the crimson rivers,, shall we waltz there, my dear poet?

and to be your muse feels like an honor, and i’ll wear this title for as long as you bless me with this. for i am eternally grateful for these gorgeous words, delicate touch of words,, ♡ ! words that’ll be engraved in me,,

#. . . yard inbox. ･ﾟ✧#. . . 💕 anon. ･ﾟ✧#this made my day … >_< !!

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favdream · 7 months

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— character info sheet.

name: addison brody

name meaning: old english, "son of adam" / irish and gaelic, "ditch, muddy place" or "protector"

alias/es: the vigilante , the wolf ( of rivergrove )

ethnicity: american

one picture you like best of your chara:

two headcanons you have for your muse that you never told anyone :

although she can be considered a tomboy to a certain extent , addison is actually more of a girly girl with a tomboy streak and dresses accordingly . as a result , she owns a lot of fake jewellery , like various earrings, rings , bracelets and necklaces , as well as comfortable number of skirts and more frilly clothing . even though she will always make her comfortable clothing her priority when it comes to dressing up for the day , she is not below putting on something delicate and feminine , as we’ve seen in metamorphosis and false prophet . she usually wears those outfits when out with her friends somewhere where she won’t have to walk or move a lot , or if she has something important with her paternal figures . it is also the reason why she also has gotten more than just one hole pierced through her earlobe and ears : so she could put on more earrings .

even though she is very happy being loved and dotted on by her father and grandfather , addison secretly misses her mother and wishes she could have gotten to know her . it’s a bit of a taboo subject around the house , mark and anthony both never mentioning her if they can help it . they sometimes talk about grace , addison’s grandmother who was murdered during the west court massacre , but everytime she tries to ask around about her mother , she receives nothing but empty promises of being told more about her someday . therefore , as a result , she never mentions her around anyone , keeping this to herself even though it haunts her at night or during some specific moments through the day where she wishes she had a mother to listen to her and help her in matters she feels like her father or grandfather can’t help on grounds of being men .

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

watching her candy castle dvd set on repeat .

practice or play field hockey with her teammates, even if there are no games coming anytime soon and they’re just fooling around .

thanks to watching her favorite cartoon starring cheery cherry everyday , she started collecting comics featuring the fairy princess , which led to her picking up other comic books and mangas . she will, when faced with nothing to do , pick up a copy of one of those and start reading on her bed . as of late , she's into most popular shonen , such as my hero academia .

seven people your character loves / likes / tolerates :

loves : her father and grandfather , of course , as well as nick and jessica , her best friends . she doesn't realize it yet , however , but she likes jessica more than just a friend .

likes : she enjoys the company of paolo vivaldi , her godfather , as well as that of warren daniels , jessica's father . you can also include in there her hockey coach and her teammates .

tolerates : some of her classmates like all teenagers , but mostly owen trent after their discussion at jessica’s wake in sanctuary .

two things your character regrets:

her anger towards owen and his relationship with jessica after their discussion in sanctuary . owen is nice , she’ll be the first to recognize that , but he gets all of jessica’s attention . thus she envies him and gets annoyed when jessica brings him up and how good his music make her feel .

perhaps more than that though , jessica's "death" following the events of revelations . this event can actually be pinpointed as the point of no return for addison in her own mind , not because she tried to murder her friend or even caused her to awake as the scarlet queen , but because she cut all of her hair and dumped her in the hospital across the river so neither anthony nor warren would find her for awhile . this , in her own mind , is the worst thing she has ever done : she turned jessica into a john doe and she feels in the aftermath she both killed and betrayed her friend . in her eyes , this is easily what she’d say is the worst thing she’s ever done and it causes all restraints holding her back to break at that very moment .

two phobias your character has:

autophobia: the fear of being alone. autophobia in addison's case manifests as a fear of herself , or rather of what she can do . she develops it after issue six , and she never really gets over it by the time of her series' conclusion .

another important fear to her is the fear of being unable to protect the ones she loves and thus, lose everything she wants to protect . it unfortunately comes true as she loses both her father and grandfather in issue eleven , and explains why she is so hellbent on keeping the scarlet queen , her very own best friend , safe at all costs . even if that cost includes the world's end .

tagged by: @gwenbiote tagging : idk ?

#hc .#i did this once in 2017 before the release of requiem #so it's funny to see my answers have changed in certain places and remained the same in others #such as addison's greatest regret being what she did to jessica versus her death

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