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wandererxiv · 2 months ago

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Final Fantasy XIV Historia Weapon Comparisons

This is a list of the 7.2 Tomestone weapons next to their original Final Fantasy IX counterparts! Images for the weapons from IX, fun facts, and in-game descriptions are taken from the Final Fantasy Wiki on fandom.

Very long post under the cut. Enjoy!

Historia Sword = Steiner's iconic weapon. (I thought it would be the broadsword, but the hilt is different, and you only see this type of hilt and handguard on Steiner's official design.)

Historia Claymore = Broadsword (Steiner's initial weapon)

Ordinary sword used in combat. - In Game Description

Historia Gunblade = Defender (Steiner's ultimate short sword. Fun fact: This weapon teaches Thunder Slash Sword Art, which is supposed to do thunder damage to an enemy. Unfortunately, it's bugged and only misses.) I was incorrect! The GNB is Zidane's offhand dagger!

Historia Spear = Javelin (Freya's initial weapon. Fun fact: this teaches her the skill Dragon Killer which lets her do more damage toward Dragons!)

Spear used by dragon knights. - In Game Description

Historia Scythe = Lani's weapon. I do not know for certain, but nothing else seems to have the same curve of blade... and if it is Lani's weapon... hell yeah.

Historia Baghnakhs = Cat's Claws (Amarant's initial weapon. The colors and whatnot are different, but the word "Baghnakhs" means "tiger's claws" in Hindi! Amarant also uses a weapon called Tiger's Fangs.)

Ordinary claws used for combat. - In Game Description

Historia Blade = Masamune (Zidane's strongest crafted weapon. Fun fact: This weapon teaches Sacrifice, where Zidane can sacrifice himself to replenish the rest of the party.)

Sword from a foreign land. - In Game Description

Historia Knives = Dagger (Zidane's initial weapon. Fun fact: this is the weapon in which Princess Garnet takes her alias from!)

Weapon used by thieves. In Game Description

Historia Shotels = Mage Masher (Zidane's second and most iconic weapon. The blades placed together even mimic the weapon synthesized from two mage masher's, The Ogre!)

Weapon originally used for combating mages. - In Game Description

Historia Chakrams = Winged Edge (Amarant's strongest throwing weapon. This weapon is also named after Locke's weapon from Final Fantasy VI!)

Throwing weapon, more powerful than the Rising Sun. It is used with the command 'Throw' and cannot be equipped. - In Game Description

Historia Staff = Oak Staff (Vivi weapon.)

Staff made from a legendary tree. - In Game Description

Historia Degen = Save the Queen (Beatrix's weapon, which cannot be removed from her. You can synthesize this weapon later in the game, but no one can use it. It can be thrown by Amarant, but it's... meh.)

Long sword used by holy knights. - In Game Description

Historia Cane = Healing Rod (Dagger's iconic weapon. Fun fact: physically attacking with this weapon heals the target, whether it's an enemy or ally!)

Weapon that can restore target's HP. - In Game Description

Historia Planisphere = Ultima Weapon (This is a stretch, but it's the closest I could find. They have some similarities!)

Considered the most powerful weapon in the world. - In Game Description

Historia Pendulums = Tiger Racket (This is the strongest racket in game for both Dagger and Eiko.)

The most powerful long-range racket. - In Game Description

Unknowns

The books for SCH and SMN are unknown to me. I though perhaps they could be the save book moogles use in IX, but it doesn't appear so.

The WAR, MCH, BRD, and PCT weapons I cannot find matches to. I believe they are just modeled to reflect the art style of IX, which is great! If I am wrong, please let me know and I'll correct this post or make an addendum below.

I would've loved to have seen some of Eiko's flutes used or Quina's forks, though we have the joke weapon that is a fork now. What about you? Are there any weapons you would've liked to have seen put into XIV?

I hope you guys enjoyed this! I love doing this because it allows me to nerd out about one of my favorite things. Thanks for reading!

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ffix #ff9 #final fantasy ix #final fantasy 9

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mangakachan · 10 months ago

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Autumn has just arrived, and as the leaves change color with the seasons, it is also the time to reveal the design for the Guardian of Time. 🍂

The plant accompanying Pluto is commonly known as the Japanese lantern or winter cherry plant (Alkekengi officinarum). Its bright red fruit, enclosed by a heart-shaped calyx that turns lacy and see-through with time, calls to mind the Garnet Orb. Eternal Sailor Pluto also has one of the more muted color palettes amongst the Senshi. The lantern-shaped fruits transition through a range of green, yellow, and orange colors as they mature, and is a nice complement to her gray and maroon signature colors. These colors also happen to be colors that leaves take on as they cycle through the seasons with the passage of time.

Besides its unique appearance, the other reason why I chose this plant to accompany Pluto is because of its association with the Japanese Bon Festival. Families welcome back the spirits of their ancestors during the festival. The Japanese-lantern plant, called “hozuki” in Japan, are said help guide the souls of the departed to their families. This is quite fitting for Pluto, is named after the Greek god of the underworld, where souls go to rest after death.

#sailor moon #sailor pluto #setsuna meioh #floriography

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greenwitchcrafts · 1 year ago

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January 2024 Witch guide

Full Moon: January 25th

New moon: January 11th

Sabbats: None

January Wolf Moon

Known as: Bear Moon, Chaste Moon, Cold Moon, Disting Moon, Goose Moon, Moon of Little Winter, Moon of Strong Cold, Quiet Moon, Snow Moon, Stay at Home Moon, Sun Has Not Strength to Thaw Moon & When Snow Blows Like Spirits In The Wind Moon

Element: Air

Zodiac: Capricorn & Aquarius

Nature spirits: Brownies & Gnomes

Deities: Freya, Hera, Innana & Saraswati

Animals: Coyote & fox

Birds: Blue Jay & pheasant

Trees: Birch & Hazel

Herbs: Cones, holy thistle &marjoram

Flowers: Crocus & Snowdrop

Scents: Mimosa & musk

Stones: Chrysoprase, garnet, hematite, moonstone, onyx & jet

Colors: Black, blue-violet, grey, silver & white

Energy: Adventurous, ambitious, awareness, beauty, beginning & conceiving; business, career, conserving energy, energy below the surface, organization, political matters, potential, protection, recognition, reputation, reversing spells & spirituality

The name for the January full Moon is believed to have originated from Celtic and Old English roots, which European settlers then brought to the New World.

At one point, gray wolves were among the most widespread land mammals on our planet. According to the Wolf Conversation Center, gray wolves “inhabited most of the available land in the Northern Hemisphere.” Habitat destruction and persecution by humans have reduced their range by about a third worldwide and 90 percent in the lower 48 states.

The wolf’s adaptable nature to survive in a wide range of habitats and ability to prey on the largest mammals living in those regions made it widespread. Basically, if there are enough deer, moose, elk, caribou, bison, and musk ox, wolves can survive. Predation of domestic animals caused friction with European settlers and early Americans who aggressively hunted the wolves.

Werewolf myths can be found in ancient Greek and Roman societies, throughout European history and among some Native American tribes. In modern storytelling the transformation from man to wolf has been closely tied to the full Moon in films like “The Wolf Man” and “American Werewolf In London.”

Howl at the Moon means to waste energy pursuing something unattainable. It’s shorthand for doing something crazy. However, howling is hardly a waste of energy among wolf packs. And they aren’t howling at the Moon. The Moon just happens to be shining during times when wolves most often howl.

A wolf’s howl can be heard miles away. The vocalization helps wolves locate separated members and even communicate between packs marking their territories. One study recorded spontaneous howls and responses happen most often between 11 p.m. and 6 a.m.

The cry of wolves doesn’t play into the Sioux name for the January full Moon, which is known as “The Time When Wolves Run Together.” Wolves do plenty of running to defend territory that can stretch hundreds of square miles to find enough prey to support the pack.

Other Celebrations

• Hogmanay | January 1st: is the Scots word for the last day of the old year and is synonymous with the celebration of the New Year in the Scottish manner. It is normally followed by further celebration on the morning of New Year's Day (1 January) and, in some cases, 2 January—a Scottish bank holiday. In a few contexts, the word Hogmanay is used more loosely to describe the entire period consisting of the last few days of the old year and the first few days of the new year. For instance, not all events held under the banner of Edinburgh's Hogmanay take place on 31 December.

The origins of Hogmanay are unclear, but it may be derived from Norse and Gaelic observances of the winter solstice. Customs vary throughout Scotland and usually include gift-giving and visiting the homes of friends and neighbours, with particular attention given to the first-foot, the first guest of the new year.

• Compitalia/ Feast of Lades | January 3-5: was an annual festival in honor of the Lares Compitales, household deities of the crossroads, to whom sacrifices were offered at the places where two or more ways met.

Dionysius said that Servius Tullius founded the festival, which he describes as it was celebrated in his time. Dionysius relates that the sacrifices consisted of honey-cakes (Ancient Greek: πέλανοι) presented by the inhabitants of each house; and that the people who assisted as ministering servants at the festival were not free men, but slaves, because the Lares took pleasure in the service of slaves. He further adds that the Compitalia were celebrated a few days after the Saturnalia with great splendor, and that the slaves on this occasion had full liberty to do as they pleased.

During the celebration of the festival, each family placed the statue of the underworld goddess Mania at the door of their house. They also hung up at their doors figures of wool representing men and women, accompanying them with humble requests that the Lares and Mania would be contented with those figures, and spare the people of the house

Sources:

Farmersalmanac.com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Llewellyn's 2023 magical almanac: practical magic for everyday living

Wikipedia

Encyclopedia Britannica

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trickphotography2 · 2 years ago

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First and Goal

Hangman hosts a college football day for the Daggers, only to have Payback bring a history making Angel. (Hangman x female Reader fluff, no use of 'you')

Completely self-indulgant college football fic after seeing Glen and Danny at the Texas and Miami games last week. Fic contains some trash talking of Miami and Alabama. No physical description of the reader, callsign is Syla (pronounced like Cilla) and she's a Florida State fan.

Word count: 1.5K

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Jake tore his eyes away from the television when the doorbell rang, huffing as the Game Day announcers stalled on making their prediction of who would win the Texas vs. Alabama game. Phoenix pushed away from the kitchen island where she and Coyote were grazing on the snacks he’d set out.

“Come on, come on, come on,” he grumbled as two hosts picked Bama. Planting his hands on his hips, he pressed his lips into a thin line when Lee Corso called for the fight song to play, and the twang of Sweet Home Alabama started.

“Roll Tide, I guess,” came a sigh beside him. Jake’s gaze snapped to the woman, taking in her crimson shirt, Navy regulation bun, and furrowed brow as she watched the antics.

“Hey, hey, hey! Oh no, wait a minute, wait a minute. That’s not the right song - play Texas’ song!”

“Yes!” He pumped his fist as Corso put on the Hook’em head.

“Thank Christ.”

“Not rooting for your team?” he asked, facing her. She rolled her eyes, pointing towards the logo on her chest - a Seminole head.

“Might wanna get your eyes checked - garnet, not crimson.” A slight southern accent colored her words. “While I appreciate Bama for making Tim Tebow cry, their fans are insufferable. I’m ready for them to get taken down a peg. If the Longhorns are the ones to do it, I guess I’ll put up with more of the Gig ‘em nonsense.”

“Hook ‘em,” Jake corrected, and the smirk curving her lips made him think she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Giving Hangman shit already, Syla?” Payback asked, tossing an arm over the woman’s shoulder. The woman grinned up at the pilot and raised an eyebrow.

“I have no idea what you mean,” she laughed. Jake felt a shot of disappointment at the fond look that passed between the two. “But if you’re Hangman,” she added, turning her attention back towards Jake, “this is for you. Thanks for letting me crash.” She extended a bottle towards him - Wolcott bourbon, bottled in the bond.

“Thanks. Syla your name or callsign?”

“Callsign.”

“You stationed here?”

“Soon, but I’m in town for the show.”

“The…” he frowned, then nodded. “You’re a Blue Angel?”

“That I am.” The Blue Angels were the Navy’s flight demonstration team. Stationed at NAS Pensacola, they were the most high-profile squad that toured across the US. It’d made the news that they finally had their first female aviator on the team two years ago. “At least until the end of the tour, then I’m headed back to TOPGUN.”

“Oh, come on,” Fanboy grumbled, watching as the University of Miami quarterback was sacked. Across the kitchen, Syla pumped her fist and silently cheered while nursing her water bottle. Jake smirked into his beer. Fanboy and Syla had exchanged some good-natured shit-talking since Florida State and Miami were in the same conference and would be playing against one another later in the season.

When she’d shared the story behind her callsign - Syla, short for See Ya Later Alligator - Fanboy had gone red in the face laughing as Jake chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Bob asked.

Heaving a sigh, Syla explained, “My team is FSU Seminoles. We hate the Florida Gators, and there was a Gators fan in FRS with me. Our COs got tired of us shit-talking the whole season and decided to punish us by making our callsigns have to do with our rivalry. So I’m Syla, and he’s Renegade after our mascot.”

“At least it’s not Swamp,” Jake offered, thinking of how Gainesville, where the University of Florida was located, was nicknamed ‘The Swamp.’

“Yeah, that cost me 150 pushups.”

“Run, run, run, run, run!” Syla screamed, jumping off the couch with Jake beside her.

“Come on!” he yelled. When the player was tackled after a 40-yard run, he whooped and held a hand to Syla, who laughed and slapped his palm before leaning around him to high-five Fanboy.

“Fuck. There’s three of them,” Phoenix grumbled.

The afternoon passed into shouts of “He was wide fucking open!”, “No! Sit his ass down!”, “Where’s the damn flag?”, “Pass interference!” and “Find it! Find it!” During commercials, they quickly learned about one another - Syla was a Florida girl born and raised in Tallahassee. She’d graduated from FSU and attended as many games as possible during the last three years she’d been stationed in Pensacola. Touring with the Angels made it hard since she was on the road from March to November, but the constant travel was worth it to be the first female Blue Angel. She was looking forward to the stability of being an instructor at TOPGUN and not living out of her duffle bag.

Syla retrieved her uniform from Payback’s car at halftime and disappeared into the bathroom. “She’s nice,” Coyote told Payback as Jake stepped into his backyard.

“She’s great. Pain in the ass perfectionist, but that’s what got her on the Angels.”

“She’ll be a good trainer,” Phoenix added. “Have you seen that diamond maneuver they pull?”

“So, how do you know each other?” Jake asked, glancing at Payback.

“We met in flight school and kept in touch from there.”

“You guys…” Rooster cocked an eyebrow.

“Nooo,” Payback quickly replied, then shuddered. “She’s like a sister. A sister,” he repeated, pinning the other men with a stern, warning look.

A while later, the door opened, and Syla peeked out, her eyes meeting Jake’s. “They’re about to kick off.”

“Be right in,” he smiled back. After collecting the empty beer bottles from his friends, he jogged back inside. Syla had swapped out her jean shorts and t-shirt for her dress white skirt, and white tank top. She declined another drink - she’d sipped a glass of bourbon earlier before switching to water, saying that she needed to be sharp for work later - but accepted a soda.

The Daggers drifted in and out of the house, Payback sometimes joining them in the cheering squad, but Syla and Jake were glued to the game. When Texas threw a 39-yard touchdown to pull further ahead, Jake screamed and jumped around his living room, much to the amusement of his friends. Syla whooped and clapped, raising her hand for a high five. Their palms slapped, and his fingers curled around hers, giving a quick shake before collapsing beside her. His shoulders brushed against her as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, hands clasped and covering his mouth.

“We gotta head out soon if you’re gonna make the dinner,” Payback said as the game clock wound down.

“Shit,” Syla groaned, glancing at her watch. Between plays, she quickly slipped on her blouse, lower lip between her teeth as she watched the action and did up the buttons. Jake couldn’t help but glance at her legs as she swayed beside him, their knees touching as she tucked in her shirt.

When the quarterback took a snap and dropped to his knee, Jake exploded off the couch, whooping as Texas won. Without thinking, his arms wrapped around a laughing Syla, lifting her off her feet as he celebrated his team beating the Crimson Tide on their home field.

“Syla, we really gotta go,” Payback said.

“Fuck, okay, uh,” she said, stepping out of Jake’s reach and patting his shoulder. “Congrats on the win. It was nice meeting all of you. I’ll hopefully see you in a couple months if I don’t get reprimanded for being late for dinner with the top brass. Oh, and Fanboy - I’ll think of you when I’m in Doak for the game in November.”

Smirking, Fanboy held up his hands, his thumbs touching to make the Miami ‘U’ signal. She gave him a saccharine smile and did the same; all her fingers were down except her middle ones, so she flipped him off. “I’ll walk you out,” Jake offered, grabbing Syla’s bag from the dining room table. Payback narrowed his eyes at the other man. “It sucks you can’t watch your team play tonight.”

“It’s fine,” she shrugged, “we played our hard game against LSU last week, and it’s an easy match-up this week. I’ll just duck into the bathroom and check the score every once in a while.”

“What time do you fly tomorrow?”

“Gates open at 0800, and we’re the closer at 1520. Why, gonna come to the show, Hangman?”

“You never know,” he winked. “Heard the Angels do a pretty impressive diamond formation.”

“18-inch clearance, wingtip to canopy,” she smirked. “If you come, I’ll be in the blue and yellow flight suit.”

“I’ll keep an eye out.” Chuckling, she took her bag, their fingers brushing and sending a pleasant tingling sensation up his spine. “Good to meet you, Syla.”

“You too, Hangman.”

Payback paused beside Jake when she walked away and hissed, “No.”

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Notes: The Blue Angels are based out of Pensacola and just welcomed their first female pilot in 2023 - callsign Stalin. I miss seeing them buzz the beaches and hear them practice in the afternoons. They tour the US and Canada, and the clips I've seen are phenomenal. If you haven't seen the pilot perspective of the tight diamond formation, I highly recommend it.

The 0800 and 1520 are military time, so it's 1520 is 3:20PM.

Read part 2, Overtime.

#hangman fic #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #Jake Seresin #jake hangman seresin #top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun x female reader

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mindblowingscience · 1 year ago

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Usually, when something in nature turns pink, it's not a good sign. But weird pink sands washing up on South Australian beaches have uncovered an ancient Antarctic mountain range thought to be buried under ice. When streaks of pink first appeared in the sands at Petrel Cove, a remote beach that meets the Southern Ocean, scientists in Australia quickly worked out what the colored sand was made of, a mineral called garnet, but were surprised by its age and where it originated from. "This journey started with questioning why there was so much garnet on the beach at Petrel Cove," says University of Adelaide geologist Jacob Mulder.

#Science #Geology #Garnet #Pink Sand #Mountains #Australia

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quadrigadolls · 15 days ago

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Hello and welcome to another Eryn preorder! 🐲

This will probably the last preorder for a loooooong while, so if you were ever thinking about getting a little dragon for yourself, now's the time ⭐ The preorder will last from today until June 30th. You can fond the order form on my profile! Eryn is a small 13cm long fully articulated BJD dragon. He's the perfect companion for any size of doll - from tinies to SDs and Smartdolls, he likes all kind of other dolls <3 The preset colors are a few already known color ways plus some new ones:

◼ Crimson - dark, full red ◼ Arctic - pale, minty blue ◼ Coral - soft rose pink ◼ Comet - pastel light lavender ◼ Garnet - dark, shimmery variant of crimson ◼ Pearl - shimmery white

And just like the previous preorders, there's the option to get your very own custom color again! Check the Post and the highlights on my profile to see more of them <3

> One Eryn in a preset color is 140$ < > One Eryn in a custom color is 160$ <

Want to get more than one? Then you're lucky! If you buy more than one, you'll save money on the second one. Please check the order form for bundle prices. There's also, again, a wide range of eyes to choose from. If you're missing a very specific color, you can message me and we will figure something out :D You want to have your dragon even more customized? Then I can offer gradient dyeing for the head, legs, wings and the tail. Any color is possible, as long as it's darker than the dragon itself. Dyes are semi-permanent - they don't scratch when moving joints, but are removable withe, for example, acetone free nail polish remover. Any other questions? Let me know!

#quadrigadolls #bjd #abjd #qddolls #artist doll #ball jointed doll #dragon doll #dragon #quadrigadolls eryn #artist dolls #bjd preorder

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wingsoffirenames · 6 months ago

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SkyWing Names - Letter A #1

Ablaze (Burning fiercely, or something brightly colored.) Accentor (A dull-colored Eurasian songbird) Accipiter (A genus of medium-sized forest-dwelling hawks that have short broad wings and a long tail.) Achondrite (A stony meteorite without rounded grains) Acorn (Fruit of the oak tree.) Actinolite (A fibrous mineral that can be pale green, yellow, blue and black.) Adret (The sun-facing side of a mountain.) Adularia (A white or colorless mineral often found in the alps) Aegolius (A genus of small owls) Aerial (Of, relating to, or occurring in the air or atmosphere.) Aerie (A large nest of a bird of prey, especially eagles, typically built high in a tree or on a cliff.) Aerosol (Small particles suspended in the atmosphere.) Afterburn (A burning sensation.) Agate (A variety of chalcedony that comes in many colors, often with swirl or banded patterns throughout.) Aiguille (A sharp-pointed pinnacle of rock.) Airstream (A current of air.) Alabaster (A mineral often used for carving.) Alabio (An Indonesian duck breed.) Alate (To have wings or wing-like appendages.) Albite (A pale-colored, usually white, mineral.) Alder (A type of tree from the birch family with toothed leaves.) Alev (A Turkish name meaning 'flame'.) Alexornis (A prehistoric bird.) Algodonite (A copper arsenide mineral.) Alizarin (A red pigment.) Almandine (A type of garnet with a violet tint.) Alp (A high, rugged mountain that is often snowcapped.) Alpaca (A domesticated mammal related to the Llama and known for its wool.) Alpenglow (The rosy light of the setting or rising sun seen on high mountains.) Alpine (Relating to high mountains.) Altitude (The height of an object or point in relation to sea or ground level.) Alto or Altocumulus (A fleecy cloud formation that occurs at a medium altitude.) Altostratus (A fairly uniform mid-altitude layer of gray cloud.) Alunite (A white, gray, or reddish mineral that can be found in volcanic rocks.) Amaranth (A purple color.) Amaterasu (The Japanese Shinto goddess personifying the sun.) Amber (A hard and translucent fossilized resin, or a yellow/orange color.) Amblygonite (A pale yellow gem.) Amethyst (A violet or purple quartz gem or a violet color.) Ammolite (An opal-like gemstone made of the fossilized shells of ammonites.) Analcime (A white, gray or colorless mineral.) Anapaite (A green mineral.) Anatase (A rare gemstone that comes in many colors.) Andalusite (A gemstone that is typically brown, red or green.) Andes (A South American mountain range.) Andesine (A rare gem known for it's orange-red and red colors, but also comes in yellow, green, and blue.) Andesite (A gray lava rock with white and black speckling. The speckles are crystals such as feldspar or quartz.) Andradite (A kind of garnet that comes in many colors.) Angelite (A blue gemstone but can also be white, violet, colorless, or dark gray.)

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kiiwiigii · 2 years ago

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Human

Jane x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was only supposed to be a tour of the castle, what harm could it do?

Warnings:

None?

Word Count: 900+

Requested?: Yes! Enjoy nonny!

litterly anything about jane im begging you my girl is so underated

A/N: It took me a hot minute to figure this one out. Special thanks to @alecvolturi for all your help!!

I had been studying in Italy when the invitation arrived. A beautiful creamy white envelope, with an intricate V embossed on the back, and my name scrolled in looping calligraphy on the front. It was a curious thing. I was in university for the study of history and symbols, and I had never come across this one before.

No, that wasn't entirely true. It took me a moment to remember.

I had seen it printed in a book once, a book on vampires to be exact. But the book had disappeared when I went back to the university archives to find it. And when I asked the receptionist, she said that the book was going to be auctioned the next month.

I had scoured the various auction sites that I knew of, and it never popped up. I had assumed that it had been sold at a private auction. It was sad, but ultimately I moved on, only coming back to it every now and again out of curiosity. I was never able to find anything.

But there it was on the back of this letter, extending an invitation for a private tour of the castle of Volterra. I had dived into research after that. There was barely anything known about the castle itself, it was off-limits to tourists unless invited. What were its connections to the V symbol, and why had I been invited?

My curiosity had gotten the best of me, and here I was, smushed in-between at least 20 or so tourists. Seeing the size of the group I didn't feel particularly special anymore. If anything I felt wary. You would think that the amount of people with me would make me feel better. But my mind kept going back to the book, the one that connected the symbol with vampires. And that's all I could think about.

"Right this way."

The woman's voice was melodic and it made me shiver. She was unearthly beautiful, to the point where it set me on edge.

What was her name again? Heidi?

The uncomfortable feeling only continued to grow and grow until my skin was stuck somewhere between numbness and prickling. Why had I ever agreed to this?

'Because you're a curious little shit.'

The woman strode forward, arms extending to push the double doors open wide. They swung open to reveal a stunning round room, black and white marble with tiled floors. I didn't have much time to really take it in before noticing something interesting. There was a drain. Directly in the center of the room.

My eyebrows furrowed. Was that normal in architecture from the period it was built? I couldn't remember.

"Welcome!" A man's voice rang out as he clapped his hands together happily. "Welcome to Volterra! We hoped you enjoyed your brief tour!"

What? There hadn't even been a tour at all. That's when I took in the other people who had already been in the room as we arrived. They were all stunningly beautiful. So beautiful that it hurt to look, but drew you in at the same time. I looked in between them and the drain in the floor, the blood draining from my face.

Vampires.

"Time for dinner." Heidi grinned.

Chaos erupted. Screaming and blood everywhere. So much blood. I could taste the metallic tang in the air, mixed with my tears. I was sure I would die of a heart attack any minute, which would be way more preferable to what awaited me. I crouched down in an attempt to curl up inside myself, but that was futile. It wasn't long before I felt a hand around my neck, pulling me up and over until I was on the ground, looking up at my attacker's face.

Warmth bloomed in my chest.

She was gorgeous. More gorgeous than the Heidi woman who had lured us in. Normally I would have considered red eyes to be alarming, but hers were like deep garnets, and had you asked me what my favorite color was at the moment, I would have said crimson. Her blonde hair was swept back into a neat chignon, and her black clothes accentuated the paleness of her skin. Her lips were full and pink, stained with just the tiniest bit of blood.

Well, if this was they way I was gonna go, I was okay with that.

But she just hovered there, eyes wide in disbelief and mouth slightly agape.

"Well? Are you going to kill me?" I whispered.

She shook her head in a daze, before slowly leaning in and placing her lips to mine. I gasped and deepened the kiss, my hands grabbing her arms as she wove her hands into my hair. She then pulled back a moment, taking in my face before licking away my tears and returning to my mouth.

I couldn't help but let out a small, confused moan.

That seemed to shake the girl from her daze. She suddenly disappeared, only to reappear on the other side of the room, looking angry and hissing at me. I sat up, completely disheveled and panting, doing my best to process what the hell was going on. And also, what the hell was wrong with me?

I realized then that the room was silent. There was no one else left alive. And now all the other vampires were looking at me, shocked.

"It seems as though Jane has finally found her mate."

It was an older-looking vampire who spoke, his tone bored.

'What??'

There was another hiss from the girl, Jane. My mate. And then she was gone, a door slamming from somewhere in the room.

"Don't worry." It was a dark haired boy who stood off to the side, a smirk tugging at his lips. "My sister will be fine. She just hates humans."

'Well, that's just great for me isn't it?'

That was my last fucked up thought before I passed out.

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citrinesparkles · 2 years ago

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cold hands

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 789 words. notes: i started this in december i swear it was seasonally appropriate at the time warnings: n/a

he scooped your hands into his own, cupping them together and bringing them to his face smoothly.

he caught your eye with a small smirk. you knew him well enough to know he wasn't really smug- he was looking for your reaction, a silent is this okay wrapped up in his confident expression. the large, colorful lights strung across the shop front you had stopped in front of were reflected in his eyes, but he was focused entirely on you.

you slipped your thumb out of his hold and ran it over his own.

jason took it for the invitation it was and exhaled heavily over your frigid fingers, looking down to them.

you, though? you kept your gaze right where it was.

he was beautiful, you thought. a strong jaw and handful of faded scars were contrasted by the softness of his eyes, his red (garnet, you remembered him saying with a little self-aware grin, not red- that was a work color, and you weren't work) knit hat bringing out the green in them. he was bathed in an orangey-pink from the décor behind you, and you almost wanted to pull a hand back to take a picture.

almost.

"i'm buying you some damn gloves," he muttered without heat, laughter buried in his tone as he gently massaged your fingers.

"and put my personal hand warmer out of a job?"

"he's creative. he'll find another one."

you let out a small huff of laughter, the sound turning to fog between the two of you. you pulled your hands out of his grasp- earning a raised eyebrow- and pushed forward to take hold of the front of his jacket, gently pulling him into kissing range.

as always, he adapted almost instantly. "see?" he asked quietly, his palms finding your hips. "a new job opened up pretty quick."

"shut up," you mumbled fondly, pressing your lips to his.

the warmth in your chest absolutely erupted, the sweet, familiar feeling of his lips- of his presence- making your heart and mind go the same sugar-sweet shade of pink.

"i love you," you pulled back to whisper firmly, grip tightening on his jacket just to give some of the oomph in your veins somewhere to go.

you felt his chuckle under your fists and against your lips, like the bassline of your favorite song with the dial all the way up, rattling through the floor and into your ribs and threatening to turn you giddy. "i think that means i'm doing alright at my new job."

"you're doing wonderfully at your new job."

not much would be worth opening your eyes from such a spell, but you found that his smile made the list: crooked and fond and beautiful and somehow it was aimed at you.

"think i can clock in for another shift?" he asked lowly, playfully, sending another wave of butterflies through your system. they left quickly, replaced by a feeling of belonging, of home, of peace.

"yes," you answered simply, trying (and failing, judging by his little laugh) to keep your eagerness under control. "you should."

so he kissed you again, holding you close. sheltering you from the chill of gotham in the dead of winter. reflecting warm lights onto you and chasing shadows away. turning every beautiful, poetic thought you'd ever had about him into something literal and visible and tangible and not having a single clue.

so he kissed you again, basking in the affection in your eyes and letting it warm him straight to his bones. begging his mind to save the image of you bathed in orange and pink and magic, looking at him like he was even close to that kind of beautiful, tugging him towards you like there was nowhere else on the planet you'd rather he be.

and he tried to hold you as softly as you deserved, bringing a hand up to cup your jaw and tilt your head slightly and cherishing the way you immediately, confidently leaned into his touch like you trusted him to keep you upright.

it felt like someone cracked a glowstick where his heart should be.

no- that was too vivid, too harsh. this was like a candle, warm and steady and breathing and alive. this was something to look to in the dim and the dreary, something by which he could read; something to warm his hands over, something to turn to when the storms rolled through and the power failed and left him in the dark.

you were something to turn to in the dark.

he decided, then and there, pressed against your coat and your lips and your warmth, that you were getting the nicest gloves he could get his hands on.

#citrine writes #<- im so rusty thats not even a suggested tag anymore #anyway. it's like 80 degrees here <3 this makes literally no sense but that is okay!#i swear i tried Several other drafts but nothing was clicking tonight and i needed to write or i think i woulda gone batshit #its called a coping mechanism and sometimes you gotta turn your mind's clock back 6 months to give all your feelings a place to go.#so. bon appetit i suppose #jason todd #dc #imagines #jason todd imagine #x reader #dc imagine #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x reader #gn reader

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occasionalflicker · 4 months ago

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Well, it could have been done better, but this is what I can manage at my level

Now, more details regarding clothing, the traditions associated with it, the materials used, and the reasons behind their use. As mentioned, the attire of the Lightfolk consists mostly of full armor, whereas the Darkfolk prefer fabric. The primary factor influencing this was the geographical distribution of their habitats

The metal for Lightfolk armor is found in the caves of the Garnet Woodland (Branch 1) and the Mountain Bastion (Branch 5). It is quite durable despite its lightness and can even be bent by hand. Each piece can be joined together, in every place regardless of the bend, allowing blacksmiths to create intricate patterns or shape the armor plates into various forms. Its color ranges from silver to gold, with shades of blue, while the rarest and most prized is white

On Darkfolk lands, metal is scarce and of poor quality. Precious stones are more common, especially in the Carmine Gorge (Branch 2), but they are unsuitable for armor due to the complexity of working with them, making such armor impractical. A somewhat sturdier material is the dark gray metal, which is abundant and easy to work with, even for those unfamiliar with smithing. However, it crumbles after a few strikes and often breaks during the crafting process itself. The rarest and strongest is black metal, found beneath the foundation of the Flaming Spire (Branch 6) and along the paths leading to it. However, mining it is highly risky due to the danger of collapse (although there isn't much metal left there). As a result, armor made from this material is exclusive to the upper elite of the Darkfolk. This scarcity of durable metal is why they primarily rely on fabric for protection

Thus, clothing is worn mainly for additional defense, but also for religious reasons, which will be explained later

As for textiles, the Lightfolk also use them, but primarily for everyday or leisure wear. Lightfolk skilled in magic often prefer fabric attire even on the battlefield. Among the Darkfolk, fabric is used for everything

Ornaments

Among the Lightfolk, feather-like or scale-shaped ornaments resembling droplets are popular. The Darkfolk also favor scaled patterns, though theirs take the form of arrowheads or overlapping rhombuses. Other designs include claw-like shapes or tongues of flame. However, most clothing remains undecorated, consisting of simple tunics and cloaks

Though the Starfolk use clothing primarily for protection, they have a more religious explanation for it. According to their beliefs, they are descendants of two Leviathans - one a half-bird half-serpent, and the other a dragon - created by the Worldless as companions. These beings were given dominion over newly formed lands, free to shape them as they wished, while the Worldless withdrew for a time, leaving behind their chalice

The Leviathans finished shaping their lands but felt something was missing - they lacked the power to create life. They remembered the abandoned chalice and, realizing they could borrow some of its power unnoticed, debated who should take it. Eventually, they agreed: the dragon would take the power while the feathered serpent kept watch and warned of the Worldless' return. Their plan succeeded, and they created living beings but this act revealed their transgression

When the Worldless returned, they quickly realized what had happened and demanded to know who was responsible. The giants blamed each other until the Worldless grew furious and ordered them to describe exactly what they had done. Once they confessed their roles, the Worldless determined their punishment

The dragon, who had taken power from the chalice, was cursed to forever steal power from others, remaining weak enough to be repelled, and even if they gained strength, it would eventually be lost to the one they had taken it from. The feathered serpent, having only acted as a lookout without directly stealing power, received a "lighter" punishment. It was doomed to eternally watch out for the one who would "take it away". Though its body would be strong and resilient, it would not always remain with it, as the dragon would take it away

Due to the constant shifts in the Leviathans' polarities, small fragments broke away from them, eventually forming the Starfolk. Over time, the Leviathans shattered completely, leaving no trace behind, yet their curse persists among their descendants

This is only one version of their origin there are others featuring different Leviathan forms, as well as some without any Leviathan at all. Many variations exist, but this one has become the most widely accepted. It also explains why the Lightfolk incorporate feathered and droplet-like scales into their garments in honor of the feathered serpent, while the Darkfolk favor rhombuses and arrowheads, reflecting their draconic ancestor

#worldless #worldless edda #worldless aven #worldless au: transcendence

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bawkrya · 3 months ago

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hatching 29 eggs

lets get it. all will be linked and up for grabs unless otherwise specified

first hatch is very cutesome (stone/jade/crocodile)

2nd one off xyx (fog/peridot/mist)(claimed)

oop!!! not my style but shes not. horrific. (watermelon/flint/grey)

not even trying with this one what the fuck (bubblegum/caribbean/sanguine)

would fuck if this was the color palette in my lair (ruby/heather/raspberry)

tbh very handsome but i cant stand carmine (carmine/sunshine/goldenrod)

very stunning actually MIGHT keep if i have an accent for her (aka still up for grabs) (coal/shadow/smoke)

KEEPING KEEPING KEEPING KEEPING (peacock/amber/marigold)

WOW. WOULD GO HARD IF I WAS A BLUE LAIR (storm/indigo/plum)

i feel like if she had a different green this would go significantly crazier but shes pretty (avocado/abyss/peacock)

i just really dont know how to work sunshine. also the water eyes throws HELP (sunshine/maize/rose)

i know theres some pastel lair that would treat her better than me (white/cottoncandy/tangerine)

THE SWAMP THROWS SO BAAAD (caramel/vermillion/swamp)

cute but i dont mess around w these colors too much so ?? (midnight/thicket/maize)

avocado tert throws but its not too bad (tarnish/lemon/avocado)

I KEEP GETTING FUCKED BY THE WRONG GREEN BEING THE TERT. DIDNT EVEN SCRY THE TERT BC HIS PRIM/SEC IS PRETTY. GOD DAMN. HE COULDVE BEEN EVERYTHING (camo/garnet/fern)

LAPIS TERTIARY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY (emerald/obsidian/lapis)

honestly very pretty might see if theres an accent for her in my hoard..... also kind of jumpscared me bc i thought she was a double for .2 seconds (tentative)(gold/marigold/carrot)

i kind of fuck w her like heavily. also going to look for skincent for her. (tentative)(eldritch/chartreuse/ice)

IF YOU WERE JUST A WARMER/DARKER PURPLE. OH IM PISSED also natural faceted (plum/camo/murk)

these green terts are actively beating my ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (cornflower/honeydew/green)

shes not horrible ?! (thistle/peridot/cerise)

fuck off

OK. much to consider here (tentative)(tan/jungle/stone)

starting to get burnt out & i personally dont fuck w blue ranges #lame

U KNO WHAT. KIND OF GOES CRAZY (tentative) (beige/radioactive/tarnish)

i need someone else to scry her bc i feel like her colors could go insane but idk what to do with the umber (orca/copper/umber)

once again dont know what to do with blues/purples

and the last hatch fucking sucks

ok thats all. if you made it this far, all dragons that arent claimed/tentative are for free, if i decide i dont want the tentative dragons they'll also be up for grabs, ill make a post when i decide

#FR #Flight Rising

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novantinuum · 1 year ago

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Fandom: Steven Universe Rating: Teen Audiences Words: 2.0K~ Summary: His family’s not present the third time he runs away… they never see the creature he becomes. Early corruption AU.

This chapter fought me the entire way because it's nothing but a nonstop action sequence, but oh well XD

It's done now! Enjoy.

Chapter 20: An Undesired Truth

“All right,” Garnet calls, summoning her gauntlets with a snappy pivot of her wrists. “This is it, Gems. Stay together, and stick to the plan.”

Defensive and strategic maneuvers only, they all agreed. No attacking to poof, unless the luster of one’s very gem depends on it. This restriction will raise the potential danger of this mission tenfold, but there’s no suitable alternative at play here. After all— given Amethyst’s disturbing yet convincing theory about its identity— they simply can’t risk harming the creature.

“On your ready—!”

The trio squares up, brandishing their weapons in preparation for whatever upsetting scene is about to rear its monstrous head over those trees. But before she can so much as utter the command to advance, the corrupted Gem’s whole upper body rises above the foliage. Her mouth falls ajar. She’s altogether paralyzed in its sight. Its mournful eyes bore into her own, inky black with glistening pink irises. A singular tear escapes her futile attempt at emotional stasis, slipping out from under her visor and dampening her cheek.

Those eyes… she ruminates, her fists clenching with unrestrained anguish within the security of her gauntlets. That face, it’s—

Quick as a sheet of lightning, three separate visions surge to full color within her consciousness, spiderwebbing their way across the geometric planes of her gems and permeating through every single branching route of her hard-light form.

The first is a vital realization— of what is, never mind all their biased notions.

Another is a premonition— of what could be, should she make the wrong decision in this place.

And the last is a promise— a solemn vow to herself… to every last member of her family. An opportunity to act. To be brave.

Garnet closes her third eye.

For the first time in weeks, she knows exactly what she needs to do.

“Let’s go! Go!” she beckons to her teammates with a wave of her gauntleted hand, sensing the need to slice through their paralyzing distress.

Amethyst and Pearl both nod, their horrified expressions hardening into a diligent focus. Good. It’s iron-willed attitude like this that is sure to be their saving grace today.

And thus, with a wide, inciting slash of Amethyst’s whip against the corruption’s pink scaled legs, the encounter begins.

Stick to the plan, her own voice echoes tauntingly, now fully aware of the blunt danger she’s about to put both herself and her teammates in.

Task one: Seize the Gem’s attention. Lure them towards an open section of the beach.

Of all the stages of their scheme, this one is by far the simplest. It never took much more than encroaching upon a corrupted Gem’s territory to antagonize any of the others, and on surface, the creature the three of them face here today responds to their goading attacks no differently. The Gem thrashes their way across the sands in an almost indignant frenzy, flailing their arms and tail towards them as if vying to swat all of them right into the ocean’s wake. Amethyst leaps out of striking range of that barbed tail just in the nick of time, but alas Pearl is not so lucky. She lets loose a sharp yelp as the barest edge of this limb slams against her side, launching her all the way back to the jungle’s edge.

Garnet’s fists clench tighter within her spiked gauntlets as she skirts around the creature— now wholly distracted by her teammates’ whip and spear— from behind, setting herself up for the beginning of phase two. Can’t look, don’t look, she reminds herself, energy thrumming like a burning neutron star at her core. It wasn’t a critical strike. Pearl can more than handle herself in a fight. And anyways, she can’t let herself get distracted by the grim reminder of all the what-ifs she still can’t see, no, not for a second. She’s their captain. She steers their ship. A miracle in and of itself, she tugged the threads of this precise sequence of events out from a tapestry woven from untold millions of futures, and now all that’s left to do is ensure it won’t fray at the ends as she puts it into action— no matter the consequences.

Stick to the plan, she repeats within her mind again. Not the plan that was discussed on the ship— not anymore— but the plan she saw.

Once Pearl and Amethyst have cornered the corrupted Gem on a large enough swath of beach, she summons the first piece of Bismuth and Peridot’s handiwork from her gem, a potent energy core they cobbled together from some old scrapped ship tech fastened to a large spike that’s sturdy enough to anchor it into the dampened sand.

Task two: While the others keep the corrupted Gem distracted, lay out all six barrier axis crystals in an equidistant circle.

She stakes crystal number one as deep as she can muster and rapidly moves on to the second.

The third.

The fourth.

It’s at this stage, however, where wrangling the gargantuan beast becomes a good deal more complicated.

As she sprints towards the fifth insertion point, she senses one of the corrupted Gem’s limbs swinging towards her faster than a Roaming Eye surging into FTL travel. Out of sheer bodily habit she moves to dodge, but then—

With a mighty yell, Pearl fires off two energy bolts from her spear. They collide against a nearby palm tree, splintering the wood of its trunk and felling it atop their bright pink opponent, knocking their already disproportionate form precariously off balance. The spiked tail never reaches her.

Good, she thinks, breath heavy. Just as predicted. That’s one step closer to the path she envisioned for them all.

But now…

Garnet summons the second to last barrier axis crystal.

“Amethyst!” she barks, perhaps a bit more forceful than she intended within the heat of this encounter. “Keep the corrupted Gem within the circle! Pearl, from here on out, cover Amethyst, not me! Do not let those hands touch her!”

Pearl’s eyes flash with distress as she spins her glance to her, the motion ever so swift. “B-but what about—?”

“I’ll be fine, just watch each other’s backs, we’re almost there—“

She stakes the fifth crystal into place.

Only one left.

Their opponent slams their hind legs into the sand as they attempt a sweeping swat at Amethyst, just barely missing one of the previously placed crystals. And oh stars, these six are all Bismuth and Peridot had time to make, if he smashes one of them—

Stick to the plan, she once again reminds herself, sprinting across the beach towards the sixth insertion point, to where she’ll finally complete her circle. With Pearl covering, Amethyst will pull through in the end. She has to.

Task three.

(The Gem rears back, the horns atop their head and the crystalline spikes jutting out from their joints beginning to emit a dull glow of warning.)

In many ways, given the soul of what’s at stake, this task— while not anything she has conscious control over, merely the desperate want of a damned Gem— is the most vital of all of them:

Whatever happens, don’t get cracked.

She clenches her jaw taut as she manifests that final barrier axis crystal within her grasp, every last one of her senses tinging with expectation… the innermost facets of her gems already knowing what’s coming, already feeling what’s coming—

“Garnet, look out!”

But she doesn’t dodge. Doesn’t back down. Doesn’t deviate from the plan, from her promise. Because if she fails in her mission here… if she delays the activation of this barrier any longer… if she places her own wellbeing over Steven’s… then this lost, confused Gem will successfully push past their defenses to escape into the ocean’s murky unknown, and they’ll have lost him forever.

“I’m so, so sorry,” she chokes out to this poor, tortured creature, a singular tear rolling down her cheek as she secures the final device in the sands and uses her last millisecond of borrowed time to flick on the barrier’s power-up switch.

The corrupted Gem roars, emitting an explosive shockwave of energy powerful enough to hurl her through the air as straight as a dart, straight across this island’s tree-lined shore, straight into—

Pearl is helpless to do anything but watch as Ruby and Sapphire’s gemstones drop into the sand beneath that distant palm tree, Garnet’s form poofed on impact after being slammed against its trunk at terrifying force.

“Garnet!” she cries once more, her form outright stuttering with panic.

She scrambles back to her feet, brandishing her spear as she spins to face the monster that just singlehandedly poofed one of her dearest friends like it was child’s play. Stars above—! Amethyst and her are ridiculously lucky that its sonic attack wasn’t pointed their way, otherwise there’s a good chance they too would have suffered the same fate.

But there’s no time to think.

No time to fuss and fluster.

There’s barely any time to even process the loss of her fallen teammate as the corrupted Gem rears around to point those intimidatingly dark orbs their way, hungry for release… hungry for freedom.

“Hey!” Amethyst bellows from across the sands. “Keep lively, that barrier’s gotta power up for thirty seconds ‘fore it goes up, remember? We gotta keep this guy from escaping!”

Shaking away the scattered remnants of her hysteria, Pearl tightens her grip on her spear.

“Right,” she nods, leaping right back into action.

“I’ll try ta’ tie ‘em down, you keep ‘em dancing with your spear bolts!”

And so— two against one— that’s exactly what they set out to do.

She darts around the barrier’s perimeter, shooting a myriad of energy bolts around the corruption’s feet to keep it in the center as Amethyst swings up upon its back with her whip and tries to lasso it by the horns. The monster roars, clamorous and anguished. It throws its head about like a dog shedding water, knocking the quartz clear off her perch. Pearl pivots sharp on her heels as she watches Amethyst slam into the ground, the ceaseless waves of hard-light coursing through her system jittering in instinctive sympathy at the sheer ferocity of this impact. But it’s not enough to poof her, thank the stars. It’s not enough to kill what stubborn fighting spirit they both have left.

…it might’ve succeeded in distracting them, though.

Pearl gasps as she notices what’s coming, closing in on her partner with all the pinpoint finesse of a seasoned warrior.

“AMETHYST—!” she hollers, surging to action.

Mere seconds before the corrupted Gem can knock the quartz across the beach with one of its powerful, muscular arms, she readies her weapon in hand and prepares to take her shot. It’s not what Garnet would’ve wanted, but she can’t see any other choice.

With a mighty yell, Pearl hurls her spear straight at the Gem’s mouth, the point ricocheting off one of its razor sharp teeth.

The impact is jarring enough to throw its balance entirely askew.

Amethyst scrambles to her feet unharmed and rushes to join her, which would’ve served as a shining victory if it weren’t for the troubling little sight that greets them next. That monster emits a pitiable whine as it staggers around the clearing… an unmistakable line of vivid red blood dripping from the crease of its gums where its tooth had been knocked crooked. With a glittering burst of dauntingly familiar pink magic (oh, no… please, no—!), the pulp of its gaping maw stitches itself back together.

An electric hum radiates in her periphery as she stands there trembling, all but locked in place at the horrid reality of what she’s just done. She barely registers Amethyst’s harried call for attention. Barely registers the white hot surge of energy whipping up around her as the other Gem spins her whip around the corruption’s legs at sonic speed. It’s not until Amethyst outright tackles her out of the fray and the semi-spherical barrier surges to life behind them that the cruel flow of time finally catches up.

Pearl shudders, fingers scouring deep trenches in the dampened sand. She turns her head, bracing her mind and spirit for the punishing truth she’s about to gaze upon.

The creature collapses upon its side within the enclosure, breathing ragged after such a ceaseless display of ferocity and strength.

Almost entirely enshrouded from view within an endless sea of scales, the pentagonal facets of Steven’s diamond shimmers at the very center of his belly.

#su #su future #garnet #amethyst #pearl #su fanfiction #my writing stuff

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villainsimpqueen · 1 year ago

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Barren Land Na'vi Lore dump # 2

I am the original creator of Barren Land Na'vi, thoug anyone can make a barren land Navi oc! In fact i encourage it and please tag me in your art work so i can reblog and share them too!

We are diving into the Barren Land Na'vi physically traits, colorations patterns and everything between the sand biomes.

Speculative Xenobiology

The Barren Lands Na'vi exhibit distinct physiological traits inspired by various animals: the ears of the fennec fox, the tails and body weight fluctuations of American and South American opossums, and the markings and patterns reminiscent of snakes. Their large, elongated ears enable them to detect the slightest sounds on the sand, allowing them to locate pack animals for hunting and to detect ambushing predators.

Their body weight fluctuations are similar to those of opossums, enabling them to store excess fat, nutrients, and water in their tails and body fat. This adaptation helps mitigate the risks of dehydration and starvation, as their bodies can draw from these reserves when food and water are scarce. However, as they deplete their fat stores, they become thinner, sicker, and struggle to regulate body temperature effectively. Another trait inspired by opossums is their naturally lower body temperature, which reduces the risk of heat stroke in the scorching desert heat. Nevertheless, this low body temperature poses a risk during the cold desert nights if they cannot find adequate shelter to stay warm.

Animals inspos:

Additionally, having a lower body temperature decreases their susceptibility to illnesses, although it does not make them immune. A sick Barren Lands Na'vi must quickly find shelter and resources to recover, or they face the risk of death. The snake-like patterns and coloration on their skin primarily serve as camouflage, helping them blend into their desert surroundings.

These Na'vi are adapted to inhabit three distinct biomes within their desert landscape: the Golden Sands, the Red Sands, and the Blue Sands. The skin patterns of individuals reflect the coloration of the biome in which they were born and raised. While they can survive in other biomes, those not born in the Golden Sands may experience difficulty until their markings dull to blend with the new environment. This transition is particularly challenging for those originating from the Red Sands and Blue Sands.

Cross-breeding among the Barren Lands Na'vi is not uncommon. The offspring's skin coloration is influenced by the biome in which they spend the most time, while their patterns depend on parental genetics, showing dominance or potential for pattern combination and morphing. Despite these variations, each Na'vi's markings remain unique to the individual.

Their hair is predominantly black, though it can exhibit rare, colorful highlights, including shades of red, blue, or gold. The biomes significantly influence the Barren Lands Na'vi's skin tone, marking hues, and eye colors.

Na'vi from the Red Sands, or Nga Whenua Onepu Toto, typically have darker gray-blue skin tones, such as:

- Dusty Blue

- Atlantic Blue

- English Channel

- Cool Gray

Their markings are deep red, including shades like:

- Spitfire

- Tamarillo

- Wine

- Burgundy

- Garnet

Eye colors for these Na'vi range from shades of red to brown with red tints, including:

- Rust

- Mahogany

- Sangria

- Redwood

Barren lands navi from the golden sands or Apxa of the srane sands may have skin tones that are light to mid gray blue toned like

Dockside blue

Half sea fog

mountain spring

Bracing blue

With light gray color or opposite to their based skin tone colors, markings or patterns.

Dayflower

teton blue

flower box

comet

Slate blue

There eyes can range from shades of browns to golden colors like

Amber

Cinnamon

Barren navi from the blue sands Whenua One puru resemble their old family roots the forest navi but their colors have dullen and their striped patterns more elongated and wavy as warped broken snake patterns.

There tones may be

inky blue

atomic blue

moonlight blue

Bijou blue