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I'm on tumblr now!! Spreading warm, comfy dragon mother Amme anywhere I can at this point. Take a Dekarios family moment with their oldest, Amari.
#bg3#bg3 fanart#bg3 gale#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#storyweaver#ammexgale#amme#dragonborn#amari#storyweaver family
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art for my friend, @badassmysticwarrior !!!
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Thunerseespiele Bombaluria
HER! My Queen! Love of my life!
She could step on me. I'd be fine with that
It isn't a crime a don't have a full recording of her singing Macavity. IT'S A SIN AGAINST HUMANITY!
#cats the musical#cats the musical fandom#cats thunerseespiele 2017#thunerseespiele bombalurina#Bomba: Making Storyweaver a little bit bi for five years straight
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Cat-ucopia: A Cats Production Appreciation Event
From June 19 and 21-24: Cassandra just wants Tugger’s attention and thinks Plato’s height will help! Alas, Plato also wants Tugger’s attention.
from @falasta's June 19th footage
Featuring Alex Snova, Nicholas Li, Riccardo Sinisi, and George Maniadis as Plato. Anneka Dacres is Cassandra.
And I could not help myself so here are bonus Tugger-joining-in-the-ball-when-he's-not-supposed-to
Thank you to @storyweaverofgondor for hosting this great event!
Other notable faces:
Anna Carina Buchegger as Rumpelteazer, Nathan Luke as Bill Bailey, Matthew Levick as Bill Bailey, Tommie Luyben as Carbucketty, Rhys Batten as Coricopat, Stephen Martin Allan as Mistoffelees, Riccardo Sinisi as Mistoffelees, Dominik Hees as the Rum Tum Tugger, Alexander Auler as Munkustrap, Gerben Grimmius as Skimbleshanks, Jan Eike Majert as Mungojerrie
#storyweaver’s cat-ucopia#cornucopiaofcats#cats vienna revival#cats vienna#i will never be over vienna#a study in cat fights#stage cats#dominik hees#rum tum tugger#riccardo sinisi#alex snova#nicholas li#george maniadis#plato (cats)#anneka dacres#cassandra (cats)#I know these aren’t pretty i don’t do graphics i’m just glad they move#created using footage from falasta and me
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Mr. L: I mean, look at what I've just accomplished!
Mr. L: Do you think a depressed person could make this!? *holds up Rhythmi*
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Kelsie: *unsheathing sword* I'm a healer, but...
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Etna: So do I have a boyfriend or a girlfriend today?
Laharl: Since you ate the last slice of pizza you have an enemy.
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Lydia: Rhythmi sent me a "Get Well Soon" card.
Spirit: I didn't know you were sick, mom.
Lydia: I'm not, she just thinks I could do better.
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*Mario and the Haltmann kids show up at the castle in the middle of the night*
Mario: Can we stay here tonight?
SMG4: All of you? What happened?
Mario: The girls were playing with a ouija board and cursed the whole house.
Hex: Uncle Luigi wasn't any help. His Poltergust was broken and he doesn't actually know how to banish spirits so he's just throwing salt at them and yelling "does this look like a hotel to you!?"
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Sora: ARE YOU-
Arle: Fucking.
Sora: KIDDING ME?! YOU-
Arle: Fucking.
Sora: IDIOT!
Irene: ...What's going on?
Arle: Sora's Disney Swear Sensor got jammed and I owed him a favor so I'm helping.
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Mario: *ominously rises up behind Luigi, brandishing a cardboard tube*
Luigi, not looking up from what he's doing: I hope no one is about to attack me from behind because I'm thinking of making cookies later.
Mario:
Mario: What kind?
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Swag: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.--
Chris: What's that?
Swag: Remorse Code.
Chris: I'm even angrier now.
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Wario: *rolls down window* What seems to be the problem, officer?
FM: Get the fuck out of my car.
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SMG4: What time is it?
Juliano: I don't know, let me check.
Juliano: *pulls out a tuba and starts playing it really badly*
Toad: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING A TUBA AT TWO IN THE MORNING?
Juliano: It's around 2 AM.
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(so the raging riptides confrontation stuff will probably be much more serious than this but i had to okay?)
Lily, slightly hysterical: Anyone else here leading a bizarre double life!?
Tari: *...starts to raise her hand-*
Lily, not looking away from glaring at Root: Put your hand down, Aunt Tari.
(no i will not elaborate)
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(Tune decides to do a No Hit run of TCS's main campaign (as any good Mega Man actalike would) and Lumiere is straight up not having a good time)
Lumiere: Stop memorizing my attack patterns. That's fucked up. Who let you do that. Mother fucker. You know what? I'm entering my second phase. Have fun with the choir arrangement of my theme ass hole.
#smg4 ocs#incorrect quotes#mr l#rhythmi the storyweaver#kelsie#etna#laharl#lydia the storyweaver#spirit#mario#smg4#hex haltmann#sora kh#arle nadja#irene#luigi#swagmaster6969696969#chris gordman#wario#fm#juliano#toad#lily#root#smg4 tari#tune dark#lumiere
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I don't exactly.. remember when it happened. It was so long ago.
Walking down the long hall was Cosmos, her face a mix between somber and resigned. The grand walls were reflective, a dark marble with purple linings throughout. The rings on her body were providing a glow alongside lanterns.
Despite the narration clearly being her voice, her mouth wasn't moving.
I was still young back then. I was just barely a teen when it all went down.
She stops in front of a mirror and looks at herself. Her face scrunches up before she closes her eyes and rests a paw on the mirror.
It fades, and everything changes to a younger Cosmos walking through another hall. She didn't have nearly as many rings as she did before, with the only one being on her tail. The hall was much more futuristic, and she looked much happier.
It was just a normal day, if not an exciting one for me. I was finally going to get myself a mentor. Learn how our world worked. Until.. they came.
Cosmos's ear flicked, and a panicked look crossed her face as she quickly dived down and away from the windows. Just a fraction of a second later, a loud explosion rang out, and the windows shattered.
I had no clue what was happening. All I knew was that.. something was attacking us.
Cosmos stumbled with getting up before rushing over to one of the shattered windows. Her tail gently brushed away the glass shards, and she peered out.
Only to see another explosion, followed two more.
It all happened so quickly. One moment, the explosions were hundreds of feet away. The next, the building was crumbling beneath my feet.
Smoke flooded the area. It was impossible to see until it cleared. Everything was blurry, but two silhouettes were visible.
"Is she dead?" One asked, the sharp metal of a weapon poking her cheek.
"Barely." Another answered, tone almost disappointed. "Her life force will give in an hour or so."
They were talking so casually about my life, like it was a toy to them. Something to be messed with before turning their backs on it.
"These guys really didn't put up a fight!" The second voiced huffed. "You said they would!"
"Now, now, girls," a silky smooth voice spoke, though it sent shivers down Cosmos's spine. "There's still plenty of more fun to be had."
"Why'd you even want these guys gone?" The first asked. "Some of 'em were really cute, would've loved to have kept one of them."
"Star Neons are able to control electromagnetic waves." The third voice hummed, as if casually talking about the weather. "That, and they can put subliminal messages in their songs. I couldn't have them getting in the way of fate."
The other two let put hums.
"Now, let's get a move on before some other Storyweavers show up."
Three pairs of footsteps faded away, and soon after,
I don't know how long it was until I hauled myself out of that debris, but when I did..
Cosmos hauled herself put from the small crack she was stuck under, and her ears fell and her tail went limp as she stared at the utter destruction.
I wished that I had just stayed under there.
It wasn't long until the young Star Neon collapsed to her knees and let out a heart-wrenching scream. It sooner devolved into sobs as she hugged herself.
I couldn't stay there. I needed a way out.
Soon, she was walking through the crumbled cities, narrowly avoiding debris and the bodies all around.
Some were cut cleanly, others without a care.
Cosmos swallowed back another sob.
As she passed a wall of broken glass, soon she was in front of a large building. Dark in appearance, with stone bricks.
I don't remember how I got to my home. A ship or a portal, maybe. But it was my home, it is my home.
As she began to walk through, a slow transition began, showing Cosmos growing and slowly becoming more jaded looking.
And over time, I decided - I was going to make sure that never again could I lose something on such a grand scale.
A flash of her performing a concert on planet.
Never again will I have to remember the cold eyes and bodies.
A flash of her greeting fans on another.
Never again will I be alone or forgotten.
The shattering of a mirror came, and everything came back to current Cosmos, who was glaring at herself in a shattered mirror.
Never again will I not be surrounded by people. Never again will I not always have all eyes on me.
Shaking her paw and walking off, a glass shard falls. As it spins, the scene changes.
In a cave, two women were bickering over something, shoving each other. Higher up, on a ledge, a spider-esque woman was carefully weaving golden strings.
A specific string caught her eyes, and she peered into it.
"Well now.." She cooes, her face illuminated by the golden glow. "What do we have here?" She turns her head. "Radiant! Spirit! Come here!"
The two quickly stop arguing and make their way over to the older woman, their heads tilted.
"What is it, ma?" Spirit asks, furrowing her brows.
"I'm sure you remember that little genocide from all those years ago," the woman hums.
"Isn't that the one you did after you got from the Realm of the Weavers?" Radiant frowns. "The Star Neons' genocide?"
"Perciesly. It was all 'Lydia, you can't take on assitants!' and 'Lydia, this violates the rules!' Damn IMBECILES!" Lydia snarls before calming down. "But, yes, my dears."
She smiles dangerously. "And it seems like a sole survivor has gotten herself tangled in my little web. I think, soon enough.."
Her and her daughters' eyes all glowed dangerously. "We'll pay her a little visit."
#oc: cosmos#oc: lydia the storyweaver#oc: spirit#oc: radiant#fanfiction: my writing!#!posts!#yippee got all that done!#next up! more pain for root in raging riptides!
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*Stitched Me* by Bron Rauk-Mitchell [text + image versions]
he loved only these specific parts of me,
and hated everything else about me, so,
I cut away the unloved parts,
and discarded them in the trash;
stitching together everything else that remained …
but this Frankenstein’s monster no longer appealed to him, so,
he threw me in the trash, with those unloved parts,
and went off in search of other parts to love.
23.07.2021
#spilled ink#author#bron rauk-mitchell#poetry with bron#the storyweaver's realm#bron the storyweaver#healing through words#healing one word at a time#my words#poet#poetry is not dead#poets on tumblr#art therapy#aussie writers#aussie poets#pain for ink
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Diana Storyweaver
(I jabber a lot about my OCs Iridian and Tabitha, but rarely do I mention my sweetheart Diana… so I’m doing that now lol)
Diana is my only OC not from the Spiral, but rather from our realm. In that respect, she is the most “canon” character I have.
Her father is from Earth, but her mother is in fact from the Spiral. She was a talented wizard, but one of her spells went awry after she graduated from Ravenwood and she accidentally summoned a portal that sucked her to our realm. Cut off from mana and unable to return home to Wizard City, she settled into her new life, fell in love, had a child, and gradually accepted her fate.
As such, Diana grew up with plenty of stories about the Spiral, delighted by tales of magical creatures, daring adventures, and mystical wizardry. She didn’t really ever believe the stories though, instead thinking them to be fairytales her mother conjured up. She loved them anyway, and always enjoyed imagining herself in this strange world.
She did of course inherit magical affinity, but due to the lack of mana on Earth, it went unrealized.
On the day she was meant to start high school, she was suddenly yanked through a portal and found herself on the floor of Merle Ambrose’s study. She was almost certain she’d died and the stories her mother had told her were flashing before her eyes, but he assured her quickly that she was very much alive.
As in canon, Malistaire is doing his whole thing, but Ambrose was trying to rescue the bright young wizard who’d been sucked out of Wizard City, not drag a random child in.
He explains that it’s only been a week since that happened, and a horrified Diana has to explain that whenever that happened, it actually happened a long time ago. Time moves differently in these realms. In the span of a week in the Spiral, nearly two decades flew by on Earth. She’s stuck and the world moves on without her.
Ambrose, the unbothered king, is like “Well, you say she’s your mum? Sounds good, you def have potential. Since I kidnapped you, don’t know how to send you back, and everyone you know and love will potentially be dead anyway while you remain unchanged, wanna risk your life in magical combat to save the universe you thought was your mother’s fiction until twenty minutes ago? Great! Let’s teach you magic 😃”
Diana turns out to be a fabulous Conjurer, just like her mother before her, but she can’t help but mourn her loss. After just a month in the Spiral, it’s almost certain her parents are dead on Earth, and it’s agonizing to know they could have no idea what happened to her.
She chooses to go by the surname “Storyweaver” despite it not being her mother’s Wizard City last name in honor of her first perception of the Spiral.
Diana learns to love her new home fiercely, thriving in the Spiral far more than she did on Earth, but she will always be slightly bitter toward Ambrose for what happened.
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this is just an appreciation post about @storyweaverofgondor bc it’s her blog-versary
I joined this fandom not knowing ANYONE, and one of the very first people to reach out to me and become one of my mutuals was Storyweaver. She has been one of the most supportive people I have ever met, and is someone I’m so happy to call my friend.
Her art never ceases to put the biggest smile on my face, and she was probably one of the first few people to actually draw Hestia, and loves her just as much as I do.
She’s one of the MOST creative people I’ve ever met, and every single one of her OCs and stories is so wonderfully thought out and created, and I always look forward to what she’s going to make next.
I’ll always be grateful for the people I’ve met within this fandom, but meeting my platonic soulmate in @storyweaverofgondor is probably one of the things I will always be the most grateful for.
ily bestie <3
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The sun earring
Gale goes to the market and sees something that reminds him of Amme, and decides it’s about time he replaced that old earring of the church of mysteries, to something that represents his wife - his sun.
#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3#bg3 fanart#bg3 gale#bg3 oc#bg3 tav#storyweaver#ammexgale#amme#dragonborn#baldur's gate 3#fanart#dragon's hoard
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what's a story premise you've had lurking in your head but haven't done anything with yet?
I've got one mulling about called StoryWeavers where the magic system is based on the intersection of fiber arts, storytelling, and the metaphors behind them (manipulation "pulling on the strings", fate "caught in a web", creativity "spinning a yarn", etc.). This is inspired by my special interest of historical costuming and how much of our modern vernacular stems directly from how important fibercraft was throughout history and the legacy of the quiet women who kept the world clothed and how much politics happened around the embroidery hoop.
It would be a magical realism kind of story taking place in an ancient world where the gods and spirits walk amongst humans. I don't know what kind of culture I would want it to be inspired by because there's so many interesting historical fibercrafts. Right now I'm kind of torn between Incan because of the quipu writing system and the bridges woven over the mountains works really well thematically. I am afraid of writing this though because I don't want to appropriate anything and I would want to be sure to do a LOT of research and get sensitivity readers. Their patterns are also really gorgeous.
Alternatively I would want a Eastern European winter type of setting because I think these geometric and floral patterns are just so pretty and half of my family is Polish I don't know nearly enough about that mythology as I want to.
Anyhow, the plot goes as follows: In this little village is an old grandmother named Lohe who was a master of her craft, but has been losing her sight to old age. Her granddaughter, Janome, trained as her apprentice and the two of them work side by side, younger aiding the elder to cope with her blindness, and the elder guiding the younger's unpracticed hands. All is well with the world until one day, a sorceress (who may or may not also be a cursed dragon-like monster) steals the sun, trapping it in a bag woven so tightly that no light can leak through. The world is plunged into darkness and cold, and the Queen despairs, instructing every seamstress to get to work making blankets and cloaks to keep people warm.
Janome and Lohe decide they need to fix the problem because they can see their fellow weavers burning themselves out trying to save everyone else, and so they crochet shawls of feathers to fly into the sky, knit mittens that will let them hold the sun without burning, and sew skirts with tactile star maps embroidered into the fabric, so they can still read the skies when the wax of their candles is gone.
[they do the adventure]
[they save the day]
[hurrah]
The plot is still coming together, but I have some other mythological things I might want to feature. The Crane Wife story involves a crane sacrificing her feathers to sew into garments, so they are going to meet a crane woman at some point who helps them out. Maybe also a Selkie because of the sealskin thing. Spiders of course. Birds who weave nests. Storks are different from cranes but they're the bird on my favorite pair of embroidery scissors. There's a goddess named Trama that they need to help/ask for help, I haven't decided yet.
Just vibes.
Thanks for asking!
#storyweavers#fun fact about the names#janome is the name of a sewing machine manufacturer#Lohe is a misspelling of Lou who was the woman who taught me how to sew when I was 8#god rest her soul she was such a persnickety old woman and I loved her to death#Trama is italian for “the plot” or literally “the weave”#in dnd “the weave” is what they call the magical field that holds the universe together#I might put CODING in this somehow with the way weaving patterns were the first computer binary#the first memory cores that got humanity to the moon are called Little Old Lady memory because they had to be sewn BY HAND#anyhow#hyperfixation go brrr
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new verse rambling because I said so:
COME ONE, COME ALL, HEAR THE TALE OF AN ACTOR GONE
HORRIBLY
HORRIBLY WRONG.
Be wary all ye who enter The Storyweaver’s eyeline, for you might find yourself a target of his machinations.
By all accounts, events should have played out as they had been doomed to do so, but in this instance, Mark was having none of it. Stealing a significant fraction of the Manor Entity’s power, Mark fused with it, becoming his own separate, horrifying entity. This entity, who often switches titles between The Actor and The Storyweaver, HUNGERS for people to play out his twisted stories.
But he cannot quite twist and affect the real world in its’ entirety, so what does he do? Why, he creates his own world of course! A twisted dimension of horror and pain, where Mark looks for people to drag into it, kicking and screaming, to play! Perhaps not forever, but enough to SATISFY him as he torments them for what feels like eternity!
He mostly maintains his humanoid form, but those unfortunate enough to disobey him, piss him off, or are just too curious for their own good, Mark will twist his flesh to have more mouths and far too many teeth, additionally taking on either a more serpentine or arachnid appearance, but with teeth and spines and shadows where perhaps they should not fit.
He wanders the real world, in search of his next plaything to snatch up, managing to maintain some semblance of a normal human life; he still persues a career in acting as he normally would, and still tends to keep hidden from Dark and Wilford as he has no doubt that he would be interrupted in his fun and games.
He feeds off of the games he makes people play, the emotions they feel, the experiences they have. The luckiest souls are released with no memory of what happened, but feel a part of themselves missing, as Mark has taken his price for playing his games. Some leave with the memories of what he put them through, though he doesn’t worry about trouble, as nobody would believe his victims. The unluckiest are kept for as long as he likes; for playing your role a little too well is the best worst thing you can do.
#//out of acting.#//the storyweaver's twisted games. (verse; eldritch horror!mark)#cw body horror#(simply because of the image alone)#//things might end up getting edited because i've been writing this late at night shdjfgjsd
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funny quirk of mine is that, sometimes, when i’m really tired my volcabulary increases . . . strangely. Very big words, short choppy sentences.
#personal#or it is utter nonsense and acting like i'm drunk or high#a sleepy storyweaver is a bizarre creature
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do you have any favorite pro Darkling- pro Darklina blogs?
I'm not sure how many remain active in this fandom. Some of my favourites are deactivated or they moved on to other fandoms (Good for them!). From the top of my head some Sasha fans, that should still be (occasionally) posting (some are Darklinas, some not):
@aleksanderscult
@black-rose-writings
@darklinaforever
@greensaplinggrace
@is-today-tomorrow-in-nz
@lightfornight
@panickingstudent2
@pookaseraph
@scentedmiracleobject
@stephanythedramaqueen
@stupidsexpotflanders
@theweeklydiscourse
@wordsmith-storyweaver
Feel free to add (yourself), I'm pretty sure I forgot someone. I'll reblog.
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(So, most Storyweavers are just as terrible as Lydia, some even more-so, and I thought of a funny way to show that. Don't worry about when exactly this would take place, it's probably just part of one of CCC's Cosmos-based promotional videos so technically it doesn't happen in-universe of the AU at all.)
Lydia's wandered out from her and the girls' hideout, looking for a good hook for her next meal, when she hears one of her least favorite sounds in the world.
"Yoo~hoooo! Ly~di~aaaaa!"
"Fucking hell," Well, so much for the one benefit she thought her banishment had.
As she resigns herself to her inevitable torment, a comically small and cutesy Storyweaver with green twintails and a blindingly bright yellow dress comes up to her, "Oh my dear sweet Lydia, I'm so delighted to see you again!"
"Hello, Rhythmi..."
"It's been quite a long while since we've seen one another, hasn't it?" several decades, not that that was really all that long for a Storyweaver, and horribly short compared to the 'rest of forever' that she'd been hoping for, "It was before your banishment, wasn't it. I could scarcely believe it when I heard the news. Hm, then again, you always did love playing with your food growing up. Where are the delectable little morsels you threw your life away for, anyway?"
She doesn't even try masking her contempt, "What do you want, Rhythmi?"
"Mmm, sore subject?" A wince and pout never looked so smug, "Very well, I did have something I wanted to show you." she begins leading her much taller 'friend' along, their casual stroll crossing hundreds of lightyears in seconds, "See, I've just created a true work of art, and exile or no I just had to show it to my oldest, dearest friend before anyone else."
They come to a stop at a universe bustling with activity, "And here we are! Please, take a peek darling."
Lydia rolls her three functional eyes and kneels to take a look, only to gape in astonishment at what she sees, "No way..."
"Beautiful, isn't it?" She looks inside as well, reveling at the sight of what the audience will recognize as the setting of Connected Cosmos: The Game, "Nine worlds snared in my web at once, with plenty of room -and time- for more. That's a record, if I'm not mistaken."
Indeed it was. Lydia would know, seeing as she'd been the previous holder with a count of four.
"I'll admit that The Twilight's not the most complex antagonist -especially compared to yours, you really do have such a way with words, my dear- but it's ever so versatile."
After a few more moments watching the narrative below play out, Rhythmi stands up and makes a show of brushing the stardust off her dress, "Well, it's been lovely catching up with you, but I'm afraid I must be off," translation; I've had my fill of rubbing my successes in your face and proving my superiority, again.
She opens up a portal to wherever it is she's staying while maintaining her current web, waving demurely to her 'dear friend,' "do tell your adorable little pets their auntie Rhythmi said 'hello,' darling! Ta~taaaa!"
"...Fucking condescending bitch."
#smg4 ocs#lydia the storyweaver#rhythmi the storyweaver#since mr l's the one who wrote cctg's story he's the one who made rhythmi#her appearance is based on mimi from spm (because of course. she is a spider after all)#and her personality is a mix between dimentio's friendly facade and an exaggeration of what jayin's like behind closed doors#jayin's well aware of this and finds it incredibly amusing#lydia and rhythmi are childhood “the adults in their life thought they were best friends and were so very wrong”#i'm planning on drawing them both some time soon#storyweavers have two primary eyes and two secondary eyes#lydia has an exaggeration of alyssa's scar that's rendered one of her secondary eyes completely blind#unlike lydia and the parody twins when rhythmi is added to the code world she'll be fully alive and aware#so no “character development through gradual self-actualization” for HER
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Had some thoughts about this post, and came up with a few ideas for what the parody trio might be like. Feel free to disregard if you've already got stuff for them figured out on your end.
Alyssa's parody is Lydia the Storyweaver. Storyweavers are spider-like cosmic entities that spin the literal strings of fate into webs, then feast on the energy of those who get ensnared in the narrative. They're also able to create characters to fit into their stories in whatever role may be needed, and Lydia's favorites by far are the twin villains she created for the story that resulted in the extinction of the Star Neons. Not because of the fact that they did that, just because she let herself get attached. So, she elevated them up to her level to act as her assistants, which violated the Laws of the Storyweavers and got her banished from wherever it is Storyweavers are from. The three of them see each other as a family...albeit a highly dysfunctional one, because even though Lydia genuinely loves her kids and really is trying to be a good mom She Really Should Not Be A Parent.
Also she's super thin with long, spindly limbs, partly Because Spider Person but mostly as a dig at Alyssa's current appearance because Jayin would absolutely Go There.
For the Twins' parodies, I snatched up their scrapped names, Spirit and Radiant, with the justification that both sets of twins are recycled concepts from an old scrapped game idea from before Jayin went control freak and Alyssa got booted, and the Celestial Twins got new names while the Parody Twins got the old placeholders.
Spirit has power over Darkness and Death, while Radiant has power over Light and Life. They both used to be Star Neons but between the events of their story and their elevation into cosmic beings they've become almost completely unrecognizable from what they once were. Not that they mind much, since they don't really remember their old lives all that well. Visually, they're both basically genderbent (to make it less obvious who they're based on), vaguely feline versions of the Twins.
For Spirit, Jayin took Tartarus's Trinity-related antics and ran with it, turning her into a wannabe Casanova who flirts with anything that moves, and also a bit flighty. Interestingly, thanks to her powers she actually runs cold unlike most Programs.
Meanwhile Radiant's an absolute Blood Knight. She will fight anyone, anytime, at the slightest provocation, and have the biggest, brightest, most...well, radiant... smile on her face the whole time. In contrast, she also really enjoys reading, so depending on when you encounter her she'll either be tearing through a battlefield while covered in other people's blood and giggling like a schoolgirl or curled up all warm and cozy and lost in a book, with no in-between.
Jayin's probably going to regret giving the three of them such extreme personalities and over-the-top powers once they inevitably start coming to life, because they seem like they'd be significantly less likely to take her bullshit lying down than her other victims.
I was actually really struggling with coming up with parodies, so these guys are great!! I love how they're all twisted versions of the originals, yet there's just enough of the original there to make those in the know go, "wait, are those based off of..?"
But I really love the dig at Alyssa's appearance with Lydia because that would no doubt absolutely kill her. She's definitely self-conscious of her current look, and seeing Jayin drag her through the mud like that would probably hurt bad.
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