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serephinastardust · 6 months

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I hope this doesn't disturb anyone: Elystrias' (villain) chapter

This has lots of potential, but 1st draft of this chapter. Hope you all like Elystria's first dabble with forbidden magic and trying to keep her eyes on the prize, between flash backs to her mother and with whisperings of her doubt and the dark magic whipsering promises help, will she see herself become a villain before its too late?

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As I enter the [insert library of magic name] I glance again at my reflection in the window.I am now back in my normal appearance, with my wardrobe growing to a darker color. I straightened out my hair and pulled it up, and now I’m wearing a black and red corset top, and jean shorts, with some black boots.

If the old me were to see me now. I chuckle to myself as I make way to the ancient texts of the library. Fortunately, no one stopped me, not that I saw anyone. And if it were up to me, I would keep it that way, but I knew the universe would again betray me, so I tried to not to horribly jinx my situation.

I was on a mission. And this was my first stop of many. My footsteps echoed on the polished marble floor as I ventured deeper into the heart of the library. The shelves, stretching infinitely high, were laden with tomes that held the wisdom of ages past. The air was thick with thick with the scent of aged parchment and arcane secrets. I breathed deeply at this scent. It was like a mother’s embrace, welcoming me home. A memory bubbled up unbidden at this feeling.

I was just a child, my eyes wide with wonder as I stood in my family’s library. It was massive, and I had full access to it. My mother, a woman of wisdom and kindness, knelt beside me, her gentle fingers tracing the spines of the ancient tomes. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight, casting a warm, golden hue upon the shelves lined with books of all shapes and sizes.

“Books are not just words on pages, my little star,” She had said, her voice soft like a lullaby. “They hold the stories of the world, the knowledge of ages past. Every page turned is a journey taken, an adventure embarked upon.”

I remembered how she had pulled a think volume from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate illustrations. With the utmost care, she opened the book revealing pages filled with magical symbols and vibrant illustrations of mythical creatures. As I leaned closer, my eyes widened with fascination.

“Magic,” she whispered, her eyes alight with a spark of excitement. “It’s the thread that weaves through the tapestry of our world. It’s the thread that weaves through the tapestry of our world. It’s both wondrous and dangerous, my love. Remember, knowledge is a gift, but it must be wielded wisely.

In that moment, she enveloped me in her arms, her embrace a cocoon of safety and love. I rested my head against her shoulder, inhaling the scent of her jasmine perfume. The world outside faded away leaving only the comforting presence of my mother and the soft rustle of the pages turning.

I shook the memory away harshly. My mother had prematurely died years ago, and I didn’t need distractions for my current goals. I realized I had momentarily stopped in my moment of reliving a past long gone, frustrated with myself I angerly continued to make my way back, I needed to know more about The Convergence, I thirsted for it. I needed to stay focused. And a sudden pull on my essence had me turning to the shelves where I found myself in a sea of books. I allowed my fingers to trail over the spines as I continued following my senses.

After a few more turns in multiple different bookshelves, I found myself in some well-lit corridors, I felt like I was about to enter the heart of the library. I shuddered with excitement at that thought, and I allowed my pace to quicken a bit as I ventured into the shadows at the end of the corridors, my thirst for understanding leading me to the promised answers, or in this case a room filled with books whose appearance gave their age away. I took a moment to collect myself. I didn’t need another memory to take my focus now that I was here.

I glanced behind me and didn’t see anyone following me and a quick glance around the room showed a couple books off the shelves. But the room felt like it had been a while since those books had been touched last, and that’s exactly how I liked it, though I thought I could handle it, I wanted a little more time before people caught on to my location and came to disturb me.

Confirming one last time no one was near me, I fully entered the room and shut the door behind. I could potentially be here a while. I put up some runes and glyphs I learned in the past around the door frame, nothing permanent, I just needed to make sure no one disturbed me.

Following the tug of essence, I slowly appreciated all the books I passed by, making mental notes of the texts I needed to set my eyes upon. I need something to absorb and understand these faster. Even my fastest speed read while taking notes, would leave me here for months. I contemplated as the tug grew more and more fierce.

These languages, though long lost to the general population, I was extremely familiar with. Stopping in what felt like a random shelf of books, no one title catching my eye, my hand unconsciously reached for an ornate volume at my hip. The cover was adorned with symbols that seemed to shimmer with hidden power, whispering promises that I desperately needed. Slowly looking over the cover and making sure there were no locks, traps, or anything that could possibly damage the book upon opening without permission, I opened the book where I stood.

It felt like the words were leaping off the pages, forming intricate incantations and forgotten lore right before my eyes. As I read, it felt like the book was imbedding itself into my memory. And the more I read, the more I started to understand, and things from my own research were clicking into place, making itself part of this new knowledge.

The Convergence, which had been just a name to me moments before, my own theories about it making it an abstract concept, began to take on a tangible form within these pages. The rituals described surrounding it were potent, their implications both exhilarating and terrifying to behold. I was intoxicated by the words, my mind ablaze with the possibilities, the potential. The hunger for power, the thirst for understanding, drove me further into the darkness.

I will also need to go to the Institute of Paranormal Research that Dr. Marlowe mentioned. They should never have been brought into the accident that happened, as my work has never been paranormal related. I always made sure of that. Why would they be interested in my work now, especially once … …

I stopped my thoughts, it was just one more unanswered question, and one if that thread held weight, the answers could be lethal. Time lost its meaning, as I emptied my mind of all unnecessary thoughts again and delved deeper, my surroundings fading away until there was only knowledge—the tantalizing, forbidden knowledge that pulsed through my veins like a drug. Each incantation, each diagram, whispered promises of mastery over the Convergence’s energies. I felt I was on the verge of revelations that could reshape the very fabric of Eldoria.

But in my obsession, there was a small flicker of doubt I couldn’t snuff out yet. Was this path I treaded truly worth the cost? Do I have anything worth losing over the cost? No, I lost them the day my experiment failed along with the runes and glyphs protecting my experiment room. The ancient books spoke of consequences, of risks that could shatter minds and souls. Yet, the lure of power drowned out the cautionary whispers. I pressed on, my hands trembling as they turned the pages of the forbidden texts, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and fear. The dark promises I desperately needed to hear slowly gaining in my mind.

“… seeker of truths, embrace the shadows… … within the Convergence lies the key you need. With power comes the ability to change the very fabric of reality. Your loved ones need not be lost forever; you can reclaim their essence, their souls reshaped… …”

I shuddered as the promises wrapped around my heart, it was chilling embrace, but it filled the void left in my soul. I could almost see [insert partner name], here the girls’ laughter, feeling them next to me. This book offered me hope, a possibility amid this world devoid of color.

“… seeker of truths, unlock the secrets of the Convergence, and you shall transcend the boundaries of mortality,” the whispers continued, a sing-song persuasiveness that was both comforting and tempting. “… seeker of truths, with every incantation in the books mastered, every cosmic force harnessed, you will draw closer to the reunion you crave. The power to reshape reality lies within your grasp, waiting for the right hands to yield it.”

Oh, how I wanted, no, needed these promises right now. I was nearing the end of this wonderfully, beautiful book. And knew that this one was incomplete. I needed to find the rest of the collection if my end goals were to be realized, so I could live the rest of my life peacefully with my family. And to my surprise the last ritual was a boon. It was extremely simple, and a great aid to quenching my thirst for knowledge. I slowly went over this ritual.

The instructions were woven with intricate symbols and arcane phrases. I wasn’t in a room meant for a ritual, but using a ritual room felt wrong somehow. Though the instructions didn’t come right out and say it, it felt like the symbols needed to be placed on my body. Especially considering, I wanted to use this ritual continuously.

I found an empty table and sat the book down, and began preparing for the rituals, making slight adjustments for applying the symbols to my body, instead of writing them in the air. Not thinking twice of the implications of carving the symbols upon my body, I set to work. Not caring about my attire at this point, I pulled out my ceremonial dagger, I had simple runes of power carved into ages ago when I started my research. I also pulled out my rare luminescent ink, I accidentally found this while in some ruins one year verifying some research.

I glanced at the book one more time, verifying that my alterations to the ritual would work, took my clothes off and began. I started the ritual.

“Yrthak mornas, velthar thyndar, Enthar vorak, zythra kalidar, Kyrra mystara, sylthor vandar, Eldor vynthar, Elystria mandar…” I started the chant off slowly and rhythmic, power slowly filling up a small bubble around my body only. As it continued on I grabbed my dagger off the table; and with precision I sliced each of my palms, letting blood seep out and the dagger falling.

" Sylthor vandar, Eldor vynthar, Elystria, thyndar, mandar, Zythra kalidar, kyrra mystara, In shadows deep, we write our saga.” Raising my arms up, almost swaying, I let the blood seep down body, the more coverage I had the more symbols would be marked upon me, and the more books I could interpret at one time.

I know I should have felt disgusted by what I was doing. But in this moment, I truly had stopped caring for what I was doing at this moment. The temptation of all that knowledge, just in this room alone, kicked my hesitation out to the Astral Realm. And on instinct alone, when I felt the moment was right, a lull in the chanting, I grabbed my ink, and dipped a finger into it.

Now it was time for the symbols to take root in me. I repeated the first chant over for each symbol, replacing my name, with the name of the symbols I was calling forth. On my right arm I drew and called up on Kalenth, which signified a thirst for ancient knowledge. On my left arm I draw and called upon the Fyndor, which signified the understanding of ancient texts. The following symbols were Thalys, Sythralis, Xylorenth, Kythos, and many more at varying points on my body where my blood managed to reach.

As I finished the last symbol, the air crackled with energy as this marked the climax of the ritual, and the last step I personally need to take part in. The ritual itself would complete on its own, finishing when my body absorbed the last remnants of power I created. I watched fascinatingly as some of my blood flew on the ritual page of the book I was referencing. A new chant picked up around me as the books absorbed the blood, making it look like no blood had ever marred its pages.

It was in this moment, I felt whole for the briefest of moments. I watched as the symbols I wrote on my body lit up with starlight, and even more symbols appeared following the trails of blood. When the last symbol lit up, a horrible pain racked through me. It felt like all my bones were breaking and a monster migraine attacked my head, forcing my eyes shut. I can’t say this was worse than losing my family though, but I felt my energy start to leave me from all the pain I was feeling.

Am I dying? Will I go see my family now?

These were my last thoughts, as blackness stole over me as my energy drained out.

(This ritual was supposed to be a as needed ritual. Only requiring a ritual room. No stripping or blood sacrifice needed. How much havic can Elystria cause consciously, if she can unconsciously make a ritual enter the dark magic realm? Also, is that some of her past self creaping in there at the end when she asks if she's dying? I personally think the her that cast the ritual wouldn't have thought those thoughts. Let's see how the next chapter unfolds)

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starfall-isle · 2 years

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Rouge takes one day trip with Team Sonic

#sonic prime #sonic #rouge the bat #art tag #jokes aside I’m so so excited rouge is finally getting a main character role it’s all I’ve wanted forever #and like the idea she’ll get more dialogue and stuff to do outside of how sparingly she’s been used in the games lately #makes me so happy #especially considering how much she’s tossed into the villain/antihero category alongw the rest of team dark #//#eye strain

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turtleblogatlast · 1 month

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I love Raph and haven’t said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy who’s a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt raph #rise raph #he’s so wonderful frfr #my poor boy is traumatized but still so proud of what they accomplished because they’re HEROES #what started as something fun - Saturday morning cartoon-like heroes vs villains esque - soon becomes his calling #and he loses himself a little along the way #because the world is TERRIFYING now #if they don’t do something about the bad things in the world then worse things will come #and Raph CARES too much to let it happen #even at the expense of his own happiness and youth #and he luckily reigns back that fear - knowing his family is there to keep an eye out with him #and he finally lets himself be a kid again #he’s very well rounded and his flaws are so good because (like the others) they are ALSO his strengths #I like how it’s softly implied that bears are his fav animal too bc that’s cute af #headcanon that he likes them so much because a stuffed bear was the first toy splinter managed to get Raph #but yeah one of my favorite things about tmnt is that the characters are well rounded and rottmnt exemplifies that immensely #with raph being no exception!!#amazing big brother and character #there’s a REASON in my tmnt main character tierlist he’s S tier!!!!#hot take but in terms of who should be leader I think it should be less who’s the better leader-#-and more who’s the better leader FOR THIS SPECIFIC MISSION #bc all four can be great leaders fight me on that #APRIL can as well 100%#doesn’t need a designated leader for them to succeed #they just need ~communication~#one of my favorite things tying Raph and Leo together is that they both *hide*#I’ve talked about Leo’s many masks a lot but Raph has one too #and it’s the mask of a hero - the mask of the protector

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szfiction · 3 months

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they were so insane for this. Doflamingo using Luffy's romance friendship with Law to taunt him. Sneering Luffy's nickname for Law at him, telling him essentially that Law was waiting for him (his miracle worker) to come save him, and that he failed to. How Luffy lashes out and calls him a liar, gets visibly pissed off and it looks like makes himself bleed out of genuine distress.

#Lawlu #Lulaw #One Piece #Trafalgar Law #Monkey D. Luffy #donquixote doflamingo #no but I love this trope SO much #it's the 'villain taunts main character using their love for their love interest against them'#I'm obsessed. the way he uses 'traffy' specifically makes me askdjhlasjdsakdsa #I was skimming through scenes looking for another thing and found this and it made me YELL

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months

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Call that a Cave Story.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wen chao #wang lingjiao #mianmian #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #I had to cut the comic with JC 'holding WWX back from fighting the Wen Assholes' but it is with me in spirit.#It reads (to me) a little bit like JC is scared of Core Melting Hand and wants to have an excuse to hold on to WWX for comfort.#As far as I can recall they are around 15-17 in this arc.#And a guy who can rip out your golden core? The thing we know JC truly puts so much weight upon that he feels meaningless without it?#Yeah that's pretty terrifying. I hope WWX hugs back (he will not)#I have a lot more thoughts on Wang Lingjiao and Mianmian but I will keep them for later.#WLJ is a character I feel got done a little dirty because she has a ton of interesting potential that gets pushed aside for Mean Villainess #Let's be fully honest. Wen Chao and Wang Lingjiao are *THE* characters the Protag of one of those 'Reincarnated as the villain!' stories #Set up to be assholes to the main character and meeting a horrible end in retribution.#Do you think MXTX thought about that? How Wen Chao is basically the original Shen QiugQiu?#Who's going to be the brave soul who writes A transmigrator in wen chao's body (accidently makes wwx fall in love with him) story?#Though If we are going with “any mxtx character sho dies transmigrates to another book” WHO is the transmigrator?#Hear me out. I think it should be Original Liu Qingge. I think he and wwx would make a funny duo and I want to see it so bad.#AND the contrast of womanizer Wen Chao VS 'What is a woman' LQG.

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emberz7 · 2 months

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fell asleep in class again 🍇

#deltarune #kris deltarune #susie deltarune #KRUSIE #!!!#i fucking love these two antisocial freaks #there’s just something so liberating about two main characters who would be the villains in someone else’s story #PROTAGONISTS who are the type of kids who!d get ignored in most cases #labeled off as troublemakers or just entirely unsaveable kids #and yes they are fine as best friends but also #BEST FRIENDS WHO LIKE LIKE EACH OTHER ?! FUCKING LIT #no joke though the fact that they canonically pull is hilarious #oh as a short person i just also really love size differences. susie is my girl crush 4 that GAH IM IN LOVE W HER

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bonebrokebuddy · 1 year

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It’s time for a, “things I sent to my twin’s inbox but she said I should post myself because I never post my own work and she’d like if I stopped spamming her inbox with ideas but I forgot about it and just kept it in my drafts notes for months and now finally I’m posting the fucking things.”

Or for short:

DP X DC PROMPT #7:

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Danny visits metropolis and people are deadset on believing that Danny is either Clark’s little brother or his nephew from Illinois… despite that Clark can literally not be related to him. Not that the people at the Daily Planet know that, but even the ones who do know are giving him a hard time.

“I’m adopted Jimmy!” Clark threw his hands in the air in frustration. “You are very aware of that.”

“But he looks just like you Clark, you even talk the same!” Jimmy peaked around the corner, catching a glimpse of Danny talking to Lois in the employees lounge.

“He has a upper midwestern accent. I’m from Kansas, Jim. Not all midwesterners know each other!”

“So?”

“Jimmy. You know damn well why we can not be related.” Clark subtly gestured to his cheap “I believe in aliens” mug. Jimmy was Clark’s best friend and most of the time he really appreciated the kid’s keen eye but Jimmy also seemed to be constantly dead-set on figuring how to give Clark a headache.

“But he looks like a mini you! Have you asked him if he has a spare spaceship lying around anywhere?” Jimmy snarked as he glanced over to Danny and Louis who were finally heading back from their break.

“Jimmy, I will put you on the moon and leave you there.”

“Alright sheesh. I get it, I’ll drop it.”

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc writing prompt #bones writes #clark kent #superman #jimmy olson #danny fenton #daily planet misunderstandings #a reminder that Clark Kent simultaneously has the biggest heart in the dcu but also is a snarky asshole who is able to keep up with Lois #the threat clark uses in the end is inspired by the adventures of Superman radio show #because Superman has used the threat ‘tell the truth or we go to the moon’ More Than Once In The Radio Show to intimidate villains or goons #into telling him information #but the best part is TAOS Superman would 100% follow through on that promise bc that version of clark is 110% the sass I love to see #but also that snark is literally All of his personality in the typical bad writing version of ‘blank slate character is relateable #and a self insert so young men can fit themself into the main character’s shoes’#and TAOS Superman has Zero hesitance to maim or injure a criminal no matter the crime bc he’s a very black and white thinking bitch #but I think he’s a neat specimen from the past that I’d like to put in a jar and study #bones writes in the tags #anyways if you go into the show aware that it’s a piece of it’s time (1941-50) and occasionally is Very racist. go listen to TAOS #it’s very interesting as you see the difference in media as it shifts from pre-WWII to current WWII to post-WWII #it’s very neat. just listen to it through a ‘this is not canon’ mindset (bc it’s a radio show that’s officially non-canon)#and a historical view mindset #then you’ll have a fun time listening to the old timey radio show with the occasional ‘wait What the fuck did they just say?!’ moment #to keep you on your toes

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chillfaerietrinkets · 3 months

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At first I thought Starboy's black outfit was a bit odd, not glowy enough yknow? But then I realized it does two things:

Looks like the night sky, especially with the gold designs on it, and

Contrasts Magnifico's all-white outfit!

#love me some villain/hero contrast #i mean yes starboy isnt the main character but he and magnifico are the two outwardly magical ones #at least at the start #disney wish #wish 2023 #wish movie #star wish #wish star #human star #wish concept art #mine

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clearancecreedwatersurvival · 9 months

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Honestly people who performatively hate on and refuse to engage with scum villain while enjoying other danmei and mxtx works are so wild to me like sorry you’re missing out on the objectively funniest work of the three it’s a nonstop comedy fest (except for all the tragedy).

‘It’s problematic’ my brother in Christ can you find a single BL property in any industry that isn’t problematic? I’ll wait.

#mxtx ‘and then they save the day by having sex so bad the main character dies about it’#come on!!!#scum villain #svsss #caitie speaks

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yeyeliz · 3 months

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villainous breakdown in ✨full color✨- love to see it

sketch dump under the cut

#I hope he becomes a main villain #art #artists on tumblr #hazbin hotel #digital art #hazbin hotel fanart #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor fanart #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #The show has flaws and BIG ONES but he’s fun to draw and the only character I’m interested in tbh #The Red Deer Man got me y'all. He's entertaining ok? lmao #Villain Arc or Redemption Arc? I'm torn! I just ask that we SEE it no more time-skip cuts! 😤#illustration #sketch dump #myart

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lotus-pear · 3 months

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i love causing discourse so i want EVERYONE who sees this to comment which bsd character has the best character design and WHY. i want to see some analysis in the tags or simply why u think ur blorbo is on top in terms of fashion taste

#DO IT. NOW.#i will go first #verlaine bc he is meant to resemble 22chuuya but retains a relatively lighter créme color palette in contrast to chuuyas black mafia attire #which is deeply intriguing bc we know verlaine is one of stormbringer's main villains #to be portrayed in lighter colors--typically characteristic of the “good side” or divinity--while being the villain is interesting #this is reminiscent of verlaine's character and perspective towards chuuya #he believes he is an angel. a savior. offering grace towards chuuya by making him accept that he isn't human #when in reality he stands for everything chuuya does NOT want to become. alienated from his humanity and hateful towards humans #ANYWAY on a surface level it also represents him serving as chuuya's narrative foil. black and white. yin and yang #“in kindness there's evil” chuuya and “in evil there is kindness” verlaine #and they balance each other out that way #ANYWAY OMOMOMG LOTUS SHUT UP ABT STORMBRINGER CHALLENGE HAHAHAHAHAH ANYWAY #let's hear it guys #bsd

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serephinastardust · 6 months

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1 completed chapter 1st draft, for my villain

The days and nights had now blurred together since I left the hospital, leaving no one the wiser. I have no way of knowing how long it’s been since I became a specter hidden in the shadows. Months maybe? The first couple of days, I managed to transfer all my funds into a new account and withdraw the cash, so I could leave a trail. I even managed to get my research from my experiment room and classroom at [insert academy name]. I was in desperate need of answers and answers I would get.

Come hell or highwater.

I had left the city ages ago, bunkered down in a motel. I had changed my appearance again, so no one could tale me. The authorities were after me, my colleagues were searching for me, and even what friends I had were searching for me. Before I disposed of my smart phone to obtain a burner, I listened to some of the messages.

But listening to their voices full of concern, it all sounded so fake. They didn’t truly care I lost my family; they didn’t care I needed answers that, and no one cared that I felt the authorities were just trying to get their hands on my research. I was super relieved that no one was able to break my runes and glyphs to get their hands on my research.

I created some rune and glyph rituals that I didn’t publish for my peers to review. And sadly, I also knew someone had tried to break my ritual. And that just raised my hackles even more, and since I didn’t know who tried to get my work, everyone was suspect.

Now I sat alone in the dim light of the motel room, surrounded by stacks of scrolls, ancient texts, and tattered parchments that held the secrets of Eldoria. The flickering flow of a single lamp cast eerie shadows across the walls, amplifying the silence that enveloped me. In a moment of un-focus, I found my fingers tracing the delicate lines of arcane symbols, my eyes scanning pages filled with cryptic incantations and fragmented prophecies. Every piece of information I had gathered seemed to pulse with potential, promising power beyond mortal comprehension.

What am I becoming? A question seeps unbidden into my mind at this time, a whisper of doubt amidst the cacophony of my ambition. I shake my head at this thought, dismissing it as an insignificant pest. Knowledge, power—they are worth this sacrifice, and I am more than willing to oblige.

Look back at all my hard work, the words on the pages—crpytic, elusive—mock my attempts to decipher them. I continue to trace the curves of ancient symbols, the very embodiment of knowledge that could reshape the world. With every passing moment, the line between curiosity and obsession blurs. The Convergence holds the answers I seek, the mastery I crave. I can feel it, like an electric current beneath my skin, urging me onward, deeper into the abyss.

Perhaps I’ve already lost myself. Another brief though I dismiss. It’s a thought of the weak. I’m not weak. I am driven, the pursuit of power is the essence of life itself; to shy away from it would be a betrayal of my very nature. And yet, in the depths of my soul, a voice—a mere whisper—begins to question the cost.

I again lose myself in the texts and my notes, a surge of exhilaration courses through me. I am on the brink of revelation, a moment that will elevate me beyond the confines of mortality. The Convergence will yield its secrets to me; I can almost taste the knowledge, the eldritch wisdom that waits just beyond grasp. And when I finally seize it, I will be unstoppable. And with that power, I will know what went wrong that day, and why. Nothing will be outside my grasp of knowing and understanding. There was no doubt about it with that.

The world outside the motel room becomes inconsequential to me. A fervent need to understand all my research continues to drive me. The nights bleed into days, and still, I’m stuck in this confining motel room, and haunting visions of power dance behind my eyelids. Sanity, morality—these are feeble constructs, shackles that bind the weak-willed. Shackles that bind and blind them to all in the world. If I must embrace the darkness, so be it, I will do anything for answers, anything to learn and master this convergence.

I heave out a sigh as I realign myself to my research, so far all I knew of The Convergence was that it existed. The research I had been doing, though I originally thought was extensive, was but a drip in the ocean known as knowledge. Is this like a birthright? My own demented destiny? Why did people I love need to die if I was meant to learn this anyways.

I can almost hear the voices of reason creep back to the forefront of my mind, of caution, the cons that this path would lead me. But my newfound ambition drowns out the thoughts before I can focus on them; the tide of my ambition cascading over them. The thirst for knowledge has been becoming an insatiable hunger, consuming me entirely. The work before me, slowly becoming obsolete.

“I am Elystria Ashe, and I will not be denied!”, I all but yelled in my small smothering room. “The Convergence, whatever it might be, will bow to my will, and in its embrace, I will ascend to heights undreamed of by any mortal!”. I started cleaning up my work, starting to plan out a way to gain the knowledge I need. The world may see it as an obsession, a form of insanity to my grief, but oh world, you be mistaken, I am perfectly sane in this moment. I will call this destiny.

I nod at what I’m calling my new life path. And destiny is a force that bends to the strongest of wills. I finish collecting my things, knowing my next path will be [insert library of magic name].

Elsewhere, the world was moving on as it should, people in [where Elystria was living/working], were on a manhunt for Elystria. Worried for the widow, and grieving mother, they were searching high and low, even in places they didn’t think she would be. The authorities were aware that her funds had all been moved, but following that lead led to a dead end. No one resembling Elystria emptied the bank account, and trying to follow that person was next to impossible, they vanished within moment of leaving the bank, and no security cameras were able to find them. Friends, colleagues, and students were slowly beginning to fear for her.

In three other areas around Eldoria, three people, unrelated to each other were busy doing their daily work. One was [character description, and where and what they are doing], taking a break by his mentor’s tower, he stares up at the sky, his nightly ritual of observing the constellations, questions could be seen flickering behind his eyes. Suddenly he stiffened, he noticed an abnormality in the stars. And with that, he ran to his mentors library, he needed to figure out what this meant.

Another, [Character description, and where and what they are doing], trying to figure out the importance of the ruins. She was hoping if she found the right information within the glyphs and runes carved into the stone here, she could get protection rights, and have the time to research the whole structure, and hopefully with those rights, she would get dibs on some treasure. Just as she was about to move further into the ruins, a wind whispered around her, whipping up her hair and she frowned. She was unsure what they meant, but she knew where she needed to head to learn the information she needed.

A wise sage stands alone in a forest, he looks up through the canopy feeling the world around him. He had been wandering around Eldoria since he became an apprentice. Learning all things and hiding away all things forbidden in nature as it went against his code to destroy knowledge. His robes billowed around him and his sharpened. There was an anomaly in the stars, and the spirits were clearly frazzled. He needed to figure out which of many prophecies or predicted events were about to happen. If he didn’t the spirits wouldn’t leave him until he knew. He didn’t know what knowing would do for him, but for peace from the spirits he would learn.

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forget-me-ghost · 3 days

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I've seen a lot of people reminding the fandom that Alastor is evil and a psycho and tbh I'm all for it, people tend to forget who Al is as a character. The uwu portray I see sometimes gives me the heebie jeebies (like THAT'S scary).

But I do want to see the painful process of a dehumanised man being reminded of his humanity.

Alastor spent over 100 years in his lil murder bubble, I want someone to burst it and ruin him in the process.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #Tbh I don't believe Al will be THE villain of the story #despite him being powerful he is not as powerful to be the main threat #the betrayal would be nice but at this point no body rly cares about Alastor at the hotel #also I like seeing emotionless characters being forced to FEEL things for the first time in god knows how long #they break so nicely

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turtleblogatlast · 1 month

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No but like every time I think about Splinter and what he had to go through just to keep the boys alive, my heart hurts for him so badly. Is he perfect? No not at all, but none of them are and by god does he love his sons.

The fact that all of them are alive, and grew to thrive despite the circumstances surrounding them is a testament of how much Splinter loves his boys. He raised four babies following the most traumatic time of his life, all alone with nothing but the sewers to house them (to hide them.) I feel like he’s not given the credit he deserves for all he’s done.

And I get that it’s easy to hold up his flaws and faults when it comes to parenting, I myself like looking into them because flawed characters are super interesting and said flaws make them more realistic and engaging, but he tries, and again, so many others would have given up on the boys or failed along the way but Splinter didn’t.

He’s their father, for all his faults he did his damndest to make sure they survived.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt splinter #rise splinter #he’s not perfect as I’ve said #and he’s got a whole slew of flaws and faults #but he’s a person - we are all flawed #he loves his sons dearly dearly dearly even if he struggles along the way to show that #parenting is not easy! especially as a traumatized mutant who is forced to do it alone #side note but I think this is one of the reasons why it kiiiiiinda ruffles my feathers to see so many people assign parentification to Raph #and in turn make Splinter out to be way worse and way more distant than he is in canon?#like idk I just don’t see what so many others see ig but maybe that’s just me #i guess my thoughts are like- let parents have flaws without villainizing them?#they’re still parents even if they mess up?#we can discuss the repercussions of a parents actions on a child while not casting that parent as an awful person #parents are peopleeee #I could go on but yeahhh #idk it bothers me seeing splinter’s efforts undermined when he’s been through so much #idk if ppl realized this by now but I love me some flawed characters #tho I do think in this fandom the ones whose faults are discussed the most are like #Splinter mostly then Draxum then Leo #of the main cast #and in Splinters case in particular his faults are made to cover his good qualities which makes me sad #because he is SO INTERESTING #they’re all flawed characters and tbh so interesting because their flaws are ALSO their strengths in many aspects

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good-soupmens · 8 months

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Ik the good omens fandom has different takes on God as a character, but I like the idea that she DOES have an ineffable plan, and Heaven is doing their absolute worst job carrying it out.

Most angels never talk to God, and they're usually selfish, they don't do the right thing (only what they're told), and it's even possible they're working under a corrupt power (like the Metatron). I like that theory because Metatron IS the barrier between God and the angels. He could easily lie to them and change plans, and we the audience know that "friendly old man metatron" swindling Aziraphale is not what he seems.

But from the beginning, we see inconsistency. Crowley falls from heaven after asking questions/hanging out with the wrong group while Aziraphale is allowed to lie about the flaming sword and change Heaven's plans. God can see how much he cares about humans and the earth by his actions (Crowley being the same), which makes me think that him getting away with it is intentional, not inconsistent or neglectful. ESPECIALLY if Aziraphale and Crowley run heaven and hell respectively in season 3. They have the power to change things, just like they stopped the world from ending the first time. I think Crowley and Aziraphale ARE the ineffable plan.

Their love could bridge the gap between opposing forces in a way that it couldn't if they were both angels. After all, both heaven and hell think they're doing the better thing while they're both not. Crowley and Aziraphale are the best of both sides.

If bringing them together was God's plan, it'd be a powerful story for queer Christians!! A lot of us have been hurt by the church, but we hold on to God's love, which doesn't fail us. We stay in a religion with a history of fighting queerness not because we're all brainwashed, but because we wholeheartedly believe in a God that loves us. Sometimes I see good omens' heaven as an analogy for toxic churches, and I'd love nothing more than for Aziraphale to realize heaven is working against God. Not to mention God using a gay couple to save the world/save heaven from corruption?? I'd kill for that storyline

Secondly, Aziraphale's devotion wouldn't have been for nothing. If God was awful the whole time, it defeats the times he and Crowley reached out, and the moment in the GOs1 finale where Crowley says, "what if you're going AGAINST God's ineffable plan?" to Gabriel and Beelzebub. (It'd almost defeat the purpose of her being the quirky narrator following their story, too.)

Even Crowley, never fooled by "heaven is all good" calls for God in his time of need ("God listening? Show me an ineffable plan.") (Possibly when he reaches to the sky in order to stop time) (Calling for God before Satan in the burning bookshop) (Looking up and muttering "God" after realizing Aziraphale is going to leave him in s2)

Lastly, after the trauma that both Crowley and Aziraphale went through, with Crowley falling and Aziraphale coming to terms with heaven's corruption (and both being mistreated by their side) it'd be nice to have been for a reason. They have every right to grieve and be angry for all that they went through, and the centuries that they weren't supposed to love each other, but I believe the series will end on a positive, sweet note, like the rainbow after a storm.

Like Job, they're losing almost everything (their relationship as it was, the bookshop, and the life they carved out), but they have each other. I think they'll lose everything to save EVERYONE, and in the end, the reward will top the pain. No holding back, no forces hunting them down, just them together after a PAINFULLY long time with everything they'd wanted.

We know that God doesn't get around to answering many questions, but her speech to Job was in part to say "trust me"

She laid the foundations of the earth. She made every living thing. Job couldn't see past the destruction of his life, but she has a plan. Job is a valuable human being, but he doesn't have the power and knowledge of God. God will share her plan when he can make a whale. Otherwise, he can trust that "Most things are fine in the end"

*Aziraphale voice* That's ineffable!

#ineffable husbands being the ineffable plan PLEASE #again. God being a good character in the end would mean a lot to queer christians like myself #and for the amount of times that ineffable is thrown around. it turns out ineffably #I'd like another reason to hate metatron also. I would love plot-wise for him to be the main villain #I also NEED Aziraphale to be right about some things. he was wrong for leaving Crowley but he should know what he's doing #his actions should be more important than “he's just brainwashed”#Crowley deserves reconciliation and a purpose for his pain #“it is not good for man to be alone” (God creating eve) parallel with putting aziracrow together #god good omens #good omens meta #metatron good omens #good omens season 3 #good omens theory #good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens season 2 #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #good omens spoilers #crowley good omens #ineffable plan #queer christian

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