#Before His Legacy

[n1ghtpers0n15]

Now here’s Phoebe, before she met a certain shipwright

Didn’t give her any boots cause I realized that’s just not her thing, she needs the grippers out when the ship gets lil too tipsy

And here’s her lore

It’s kinda funny, I expected Orpheus background to longer but it ended being Phoebe’s, don’t know how that happened

Also, Fun Fact: like the lore for Orpheus, I only typed in things known to Phoebe

Here’s the funny looking double barrel she has, really shiny

YAY, I didn’t forget the weapon this time, didn’t think to put the machete on a separate canvas tho, whoops

If y’all wanna know anything more about Phoebe, like anything, hobbies, favorite critters, goofy stuff she does, etc, please feel free to ask

[choccy-milky]

herbology class 🌹🌿 (from chap 2 of my fic!)

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

you as a minor god, one that few people remember and even fewer people worship. perhaps you're the god of grasses that wave in the breeze, or of the mist that hugs the earth in the morning, or you rule over the blinking lights of fireflies. whatever your dominion, it's considered small and unimportant to the wider world of Teyvat- you only have one place of worship, a small shrine tucked away in a grove of trees. but that doesn't bother you, it simply means less strife for you to deal with, your little domain at the foot of the mountains carrying an aura of peace and gentle prosperity.

perhaps that's why an injured Abyss creature finds his way to your doorstep, clawing his way out from a schism in the ground before collapsing outside of your domain, blood staining the grass. you let out a startled yell when you find him, kneeling to examine the poor monster's wounds- the barrier to your home must have perceived him as a danger and kept him from entering. well, you'll be having none of that! everyone is welcome in your domain, so with a wave of your hand you dissolve the seal between it and the outside world and carefully bring the Abyssal beast in, laying him down in a patch of sun as you begin tending to his injuries.

Foul Legacy awakens looking up into your brilliant eyes, alight with a faint divine glow, and without even thinking he begins to softly purr.

he becomes a constant companion in your life, following you around your domain even when he's forced to limp on an injured leg. Legacy ventures outside with you the moment his wounds are relatively healed, curiously poking around Teyvat in awe and admiring all the lush plant life and light. he tries to look directly at the sun at one point- bad idea- and lets out a pained screech, whining as you comfort him and help clear the spots dancing in his sight. you even show him your shrine, covering your mouth to conceal your laughter when he immediately bounds over and curls up in the patch of sunlight in front of the small structure. mortals begin calling you the god with a monster, as Foul Legacy is always by your side. he likes that, being yours, just as you are his.

yet he still couldn't protect you when the Archon War arrived, your remains turning to dust before he reaches you. people swore they heard anguished screams that night, from a grove of trees surrounding a small shrine of a forgotten, lost god

[nelkcats]

Ice Crystal

When Clark was exploring the fortress of solitude he found murals of a teenage boy on the ice walls. He frowned and followed the drawings to a room he had never visited.

That was odd, so he approached cautiously; it turned out, the room was empty beyond the drawings adorning the walls, which oddly looked like constellations. In the center was an ice table with a crystal glowing toxic green hovering over it.

At first, the Kryptonian thought it was Kryptonite but the crystal hadn't made him feel weak. In general, it didn't make him feel anything. He frowned and took the crystal in his hands, beyond causing him to feel cold nothing happened. He decided to put the crystal back where it was, determined to investigate it later.

Unbeknownst to Clark, a few minutes after he left the room the crystal began to flicker. A "Hello?" was heard around the room as a confused hologram flashed, Danny looked around the place with a frown before cutting the call.

Of course, Clark forgot about it rather quickly, and it wasn't until years later when Jon and Kon were exploring the place (clearly without telling Clark) that they found the strange room. Though contrary to Superman, they stayed and could hear the voice clearly.

[myokk]

fast sketch of my one-shot with Ominis💓

legilimency

Word count: 1.700

Rating: M (language)

Ominis Gaunt is a lost case - lost to the whims of one very determined Gryffindor sitting at his side.

They sit in the back of the History of Magic classroom, the only two students not lulled to somnolence by their professor. He: trying his hardest to focus on Professor Binns’ droning (easier said than done). She: trying her hardest to distract Ominis while not being entirely sure of being successful or not (easier attempted than understood).

Professor Binns is completely insufferable, of course. Ominis wonders if the ghost is as blind as he is: Binns willfully ignores the fact that all of his students use his class as an excuse to get a nap in (maybe he simply doesn’t see them sleeping - only one of many reasons why Ominis has decided he could never be a professor), rambling on and on in the most boring way possible. As if he were trying to be as dull as possible (maybe he does it to avoid interacting with the students which…can’t be to blame). In a different life, Ominis could see himself quite liking the subject, but as things stand he despises it.

Especially now.

Ominis fervently wishes that he could fall asleep.

Then, he might avoid hearing her thoughts - they’re consuming him and he can’t ignore them as much as he would like to.

Normally, he loves this class - not the subject, obviously - but the class itself, for the sheer fact that it is the only time where he gets some peace and quiet. Everyone’s minds nice and quiet and shut off for the time being while they sleep. Although he has gotten used to ignoring the thoughts of everyone around him, their various voices mixing and mingling with each other into a dull thrum in the back of his mind, it is nice to have some quiet once in a while.

But right now, with everyone asleep except for the Gryffindor at his side, her thoughts are so loud it’s like she’s screaming at him.

So here he is, wishing he could fall asleep, leave the class, maybe turn off the infernal legilimency that has haunted him his whole life.

(His parents and Marvolo insist it’s a gift handed down from Slytherin himself, just like the Parseltongue Ominis despises. It is not. It is a curse.)

He is stuck listening to her.

It doesn’t help that she seems to have caught on to him - something he had managed to avoid until now. Nobody else, not even Sebastian or Anne, has ever suspected a thing. But, in all fairness, those two are extremely loud and say every single thought that passes through their minds out loud even when they should remain quiet, and nobody else has had the opportunity to spend enough time with Ominis to begin to suspect anything.

Until her.

He had to go and let that blasted girl worm her way into his life, not leaving him alone ever, always looking for excuses to talk and ask his opinion, and being so intelligent that he wanted to invite her to study with him and talk with him and…

Since it happened a few nights ago, he hasn’t stopped cursing himself for that stupid offhand comment he made. They had been studying in silence in the library together, by the history books where nobody else ever ventures (thank you, Professor Binns), and he could have sworn that she asked him if he was finally going to walk her back to her common room (he blames a lack of sleep and wishful thinking for this mishap). His traitorous face had flushed and he had jumped at the chance to escort her - maybe she would let him carry her bag, or… - only to feel his whole body go cold and his stomach drop when her response wasn’t what he’d expected.

A pause: then: a confused voice: ‘Ominis, I didn’t say anything.’

His Gryffindor wasn’t stupid like Gryffindors were normally wont to be. He knew her, and he knew that after his monumental mistake, the gears in her brain were turning and he was terrified that somehow she had figured it out.

(His Gryffindor?)

She had been unusually quiet around him since then, although he bitterly noticed that she was still acting normally with everyone else. Still finding every opportunity to punch Sebastian in the shoulder and laugh with Anne, still whispering with Natsai about Merlin knows what, still…

But she had been avoiding Ominis. He couldn’t stand it.

Well, avoiding him right until this stupid class, when she had to go and sit right next to him (ignoring the fact that she always sits next to him in History of Magic, that everyone already has and adheres to their unofficial seats), and he can’t ignore her.

She’s pretending to take studious notes, but he knows better. The scratching of her quill blending with the droning of Professor Binns’ voice but not drowning out her thoughts. They float above the other noises, her voice sweet and piercing. Ominis wonders vaguely what she’s actually writing, because he’s positive it isn’t notes.

Professor Binns looks so sexy right now with his medieval hat, talking about…whatever it is he’s passionate about. I wonder if he would let me talk to him after class without floating through me like he normally does…

Ominis is determined not to react. She’s obviously trying to bait him. But…what if she is attracted to Professor Binns? Is he an attractive man? At the thought, the fist that’s resting on top of his desk clenches, but he works to make sure his face remains impassive. Apart from a twitch of his lips, he thinks he’s been quite successful.

She: huffing and shifting in her chair, her robes rustling as she crosses her legs. He: keeping his head facing forward, steadfastly ignoring her.

She changes tactics.

Maybe she’s just as insufferable as the other Gryffindors, after all.

I wonder what Ominis would say if he knew I woke up moaning today after a dream about him -

He shifts slightly in his seat, hoping that she’s so busy taking notes (who’s he kidding) that she won’t notice his discomfort as his trousers tighten -

…the girls in my dorm have been bothering me nonstop about who I’ve been mooning over but I don’t want them to…

His hand is in such a tight fist it’s a wonder he’s not breaking any fingers as he tries to remain as still as possible, but his traitorous arousal is making her thoughts harder and harder to ignore. Had he ever been able to ignore her?

…his tongue was deep inside me as I screamed his name…

He feels his face heat up at the thought - where had she learned such vulgar language? - and his whole body stiffens. He’s sure that she can feel the tension and warmth radiating off of him in waves but that…she…his insane little lion keeps shouting at him in the silence of the classroom. She’s now stopped all pretense of taking notes and is sitting stock still.

…his cock deep inside of me as…wait…what else did I hear Garreth say to Leander that night?…um… She shifts uncomfortably, her knee grazing Ominis’s as she moves to squeeze her legs together. It’s all he can do to not groan and remain impassive. Oh god…I…what’s that feeling? This was just supposed to get back at him for probably - maybe - reading my thoughts and I’m officially insane because how would he even be able to do that?…his ears turning red from embarrassment are so adorable and I can’t stand this anymore and…

Ominis tries his hardest not to move his head in her direction. His jaw flexes. Maybe he can drown her out if he starts reciting potions ingredients, or if he focuses on what Professor Binns is saying, but even he knows its futile. He’s hanging on to her every word - thought? - and his head slowly turns in her direction as she keeps going.

…does he know how much I think about him? Oh god, what if he dreams of me the same way I…

He slams the open book in front of him shut, the loud noise causing Sebastian to jerk awake and babble incoherently for a moment before slumping back over his desk, drooling and snoring lightly. Nobody else in the class seems to notice except her of course. Blissfully, she has stopped talking - thinking - and he can finally -

It’s no use. He needs to get out of there. She has invaded his mind and…What if she starts up again with her filthy thoughts that are bleeding into his own and -

Did he hear me? I didn’t actually think…oh god, can he hear me now? What have I done?

Ominis very slowly brings his hand over to where he knows hers is. The quill falls out of her hand and he hears a sharp intake of breath at their contact. His fingers trace her knuckles and then he slowly trails them up her arm. His fingertips are so sensitive that he could swear that he feels every thread that he passes, her skin warm and alive underneath the fabric. Then to her neck, her throat bobs and he feels her erratic heartbeat. Finally, he reaches her face. She remains very, very still as his fingers brush over her features for the first time.

He has never touched someone like this before.

Her skin is like velvet, soft everywhere he touches. Now that he knows what it feels like he’s not sure he can go back to before. His fingers trace the curve of her eyebrows - he finds that her nose is straight before it flares up a tiny bit at the tip - his fingers ghost over her impossibly soft lips. He drags his thumb across her bottom lip as her tongue darts out to wet them. It’s impossibly intimate and the world has melted away and it’s just the two of them in that moment.

He leans forward.

“Ominis, I…” she whispers, stricken.

His hand moves to tuck some of her loose hair away from her face - does she always wear it like this? - and his lips brush against her ear. He inhales deeply, her sweet smell invading his senses. She shivers under his touch and he breathes, “I heard everything.”

[mxtxfanatic]

I would also like the mdzs fandom to stop inventing turmoil between Jiang Fengmian and Jiang Yanli just because Jiang Fengmian had a strained relationship with Jiang Cheng. There’s nothing to say that the father-daughter duo had issues, that Jiang Fengmian was neglectful (to either of them, tbh), or that he was indifferent to his daughter's presence. You feeling like Jiang Yanli is disappeared into the background of her family life because she, like her father, doesn't have a lot of scenes is not supported by the canon. While we don’t get a lot of interactions between them (because there is literally no plot or conflict to highlight), what we do get is Jiang Fengmian sticking up for his daughter and terminating a marriage contract that his abusive wife set up, something even Jin Guangshan was afraid to do:

[Jiang Fengmian] told Jin Guangshan, “The engagement was originally made at the insistence of Ah-Li’s mother. I never agreed with it. Given what happened today, it seems both sides aren’t very fond of each other, so it’s best not to force the issue.” Startled, Jin Guangshan hesitated a bit. Regardless of the situation, ending an engagement with a member of another Great Clan was never a good thing. “What do children understand? Let them fight. Fengmian-xiong, we need not take notice.” “Jin-xiong, though we can help them arrange a marriage, we can’t live the marriage for them. In the end, they are the ones who will spend their lives together.” This marriage business wasn’t Jin Guangshan’s idea in the first place either. From the perspective of consolidating power through a marriage alliance, the Yunmeng Jiang Clan would not be his first choice, nor was it the best choice. The engagement had happened only because he was perpetually afraid of opposing his wife. But in any case, since the Jiang Clan had brought it up of their own accord, and Jin Clan was on the male side of the arrangement and thus had fewer things to be concerned about, it was not necessary to remain entangled. Besides, he knew Jin Zixuan wasn’t happy with having Jiang Yanli as his fiancée. After giving it serious consideration, Jin Guangshan found his backbone and he agreed.

—Chapt. 18: Elegance VIII, fanyiyi

We get him hand-making kites with her to decorate for Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng, and the rest of the disciples to play with:

Back when Wei Wuxian lived at Lotus Pier, he had played the kite shooting game with the disciples of the Jiang Clan and had placed first many times. ... Jiang Fengmian had constructed the frame himself and Jiang Yanli had drawn the design. Thus, whenever Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng had taken their kites out to compete, they had felt a kind of pride.

—Chapt. 32: Morning Dew V, fanyiyi

We get them having family dinners often enough that Wei Wuxian seems worried that he would miss one right before the Wen show up to Lotus Pier:

Wei WuXian asked, “Uncle Jiang went out so early in the morning —why hasn’t he come back yet? Would he make it in time for dinner?”

—Chapt. 57: Poisons, exr

We get him having no qualms with Jiang Yanli's hobbies such as cooking, even seems eager to partake in her creations—if we assume he hasn't before:

With a smile, Jiang YanLi wiped Wei WuXian’s mouth and chin, and walked happily out with the bowl in her hands. Jiang FengMian sat down where she had been sitting. Glancing at the porcelain jar, he seemed as if he wanted to taste it as well, but the bowl had already been taken away by Jiang YanLi.

—Chapt. 56: Poisons, exr

The reason why Jiang Cheng thinks his father hates him is because he takes any whiff of disapproval from his father to mean hatred, a trait he picked up from and that is nourished by his mother's own insistence that Jiang Fengmian "must" hate her son for being like her:

The founder of the YunmengJiang Sect, Jiang Chi, was born a rogue cultivator. The ways of the sect were honest and unrestrained. Madam Yu’s manners were the exact opposite. And, both Jiang Cheng’s looks and personality took after his mother. He hadn’t ever been to Jiang FengMian’s liking. Since birth, he taught him in many ways, yet he still couldn’t change, which was why Jiang FengMian had always seemed as though he didn’t favor him too much.

—Chapt. 56: Poisons, exr

The founding father of the Jiang Clan of Yunmeng, Jiang Chi, came from a knight-errant background. The family was exuberant, honest, magnanimous, and carefree in its ways —all of which were in complete opposition to Madam Yu’s spirit. Jiang Cheng took after his mother in looks and personality, which had never been to Jiang Fengmian’s liking. He had tried to educate Jiang Cheng in a myriad of ways, but it had all been for naught. This was why it always appeared as though he didn’t favor his son.

—Volume 3, Chapt. 12: Sandu: The Three Poisons, 7seas

Notice how it doesn't say that Jiang Cheng, himself, was never to Jiang Fengmian's liking, but that Madam Yu and her personality type the Jiang Cheng inherited was never to his liking, and it only "seemed/appeared" that Jiang Fengmian did not favor his son because he spent a lot of time trying to correct Jiang Cheng's bad habits, something Jiang Cheng resented. Notice how it also does not say that Jiang Fengmian avoided or ignored his son. In fact, we are told that he tried different ways to teach Jiang Cheng, a futile action we see him still committed to even up to the fall of Lotus Pier. Jiang Fengmian never gave up on his son. Jiang Cheng gave up on himself as Jiang Fengmian's son. None of that has to do with how the Jiang Fengmian and Jiang Yanli interacted in life nor how Jiang Yanli felt about her parents in death, still visiting their tablets regularly to clean and talk to them:

Jiang YanLi was kneeling in the ancestral hall. She cleaned her parents’ memorial tablets as she whispered. Wei WuXian poked his head inside, “Shijie? Talking to Uncle Jiang and Madam Yu again?”

—Chapt. 71: Departure, exr

To say that Jiang Fengmian is a terrible father simply because Jiang Cheng is more comfortable believing his mother’s lies than understanding that unconditional love does not mean unconditional tolerance for poor behavior does Jiang Fengmian’s character a disservice. To say that Jiang Fengmian is a terrible father to Jiang Yanli based on Madam Yu and Jiang Cheng’s own fantasies of victimhood is just an extra unnecessary lie to give credence to an idea that the story proves untrue. At worst, Jiang Fengmian was a man reserved in physical displays of affection that could have stood to hug his son more if that was what Jiang Cheng truly wanted. But if we are being truthful, Jiang Fengmian's just a regular fucking guy juggling raising kids and leading a clan with deterring his abusive wife from turning his home into a battlefield any time she deigns to show her face. Whatever issue you think Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng should have with their upbringing, the locus of the problem is named Yu Ziyuan, not Jiang Fengmian.

[ink-the-artist]

“Social media has made this generation so narcissistic and self centered everyone’s always posting selfies and posting about everything they do during the day” shut up. The human desire to show you exist and you were here is innate and we’ve been doing it since the days we were leaving hand prints on cave walls

[aurorangen]

Even when the good people came

Transcript:

[When my mum came home, I told her what happened and she promised never to leave me alone] Payton: I'm so sorry my baby [hugs Vincent close] I will never leave you alone again. [Still, she didn't reach out to anyone for help and was scared to report him, so life went on]

[Work became a place of security for her. Despite not knowing the details, people at the hospital looked out for her well-being. As with me, it was at Charlie's house and I spent every moment with his family whenever she was busy. Like after school, one of his dads would pick me up and I'd be part of their routine]

[Sometimes Pam would come along and we'd all hang out together before it was time for our parents to come. Reading comics, playing videogames or make-believe: my favourite childhood memories were at his house]

[Then came my mum's overnight shifts, which led to frequent sleepovers. I felt like I was part of their family already, his dads were more of a father figure to me than my own ever was. I was always welcome and I felt safe with Billy and Josh. They were Uncle Billy and Uncle Josh to me even before meeting Renee]

[It wasn't long before they caught up on why I was always sleeping over at theirs] Billy: Vinny…is something happening at home? You can tell me anything buddy. [I wanted to let it all out right there, everything that has happened, but my heart couldn't]

[deathbypufferfish]

Haru and Emi's first keg party (part one of two) 🍻🎊

In an attempt to distract himself, Haru decided to get as drunk as possible and just try to meet new people. Well, all of that got ruined once Ilya unexpectedly showed up... Haru tried to make small talk, but Ilya gave him very little to work with. He seemed more interested in staring at him awkwardly from across the room...

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

If I had to pick any Batman character to return after being forgotten it'd be Bette Kane. (Helena Wayne already has been replaced by Bertinelli and Lance is just like. What do you do with that concept)

Like I know she hasn't been forgotten forgotten but she's even less popular than Harper, and as much as I love Harper I have to admit being less popular than her is pretty much a death sentence for a character. Especially with the attempts to erase her and replace her in the past (killing Kathy and replacing her with Kate, creating Barbara, giving a Robin a sassy blonde love interest/rival vigilante). It's honestly a miracle that she's still here.

But like as I mentioned in a previous post, she was the first Batgirl with Dick Grayson's Robin. Then he became Nightwing and she became Flamebird (granted in the comic lore it was a whole set of events but yada yada). I could go on a tangent on her personality and reasons to love her but simply put: Nightwing and Flamebird are twin gods. Neither was ever meant to exist without the other. Give Nightwing his Flamebird. Make them buddies again PLEASE.

[n1ghtpers0n15]

Here y’all go, It’s Orpheus, before he boarded The Fair Mistress

Had to draw him with and without these, he doesn’t wear these ones often, they ain’t comfortable.

Also here’s his lore as well as a bit of personal information

Hope it’s interesting, if y’all wanna know anything about him like hobbies or whatnot, please feel free to ask

Also, Fun Fact: I only typed in things known by Orpheus

EDIT!!!! EDIT!!!!! I KNEW I FREAKING FORGOT SOMETHING, HOLD ON!!!

Orpheus saw-blade, works as a knife and lil saw, it’s real handy!

[choccy-milky]

im finally playing HL again after only playing it once when it first came out, and thanks to mods (especially @silverxstardust's clothing mod) i finally made clora how i like her...LOOK AT HER.....my baby angel darling👼💖💖

seriously tho playing the game again after all this time (especially now that im playing as CLORA clora, and not just clora that was a random chara i made) is so different, but its also taking me back so much🥹😭💖

[wynandcore]

HE IS THE NIGHTMARE ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON 🗣🗣🔥🔥🎶🎵

[a-usernamelol]

Most of the fandom simping over NPC characters like Sebastian and Ominis:

Me:

I’m just saying he’s really freaking pretty ok. Nobody judge me he’s just PRETTY ok 😅

Also these wonderfully crisp photographs of my MC are from @girl-named-matty who did SUCH an excellent job!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I sent you some mermaid themed brain rot a long time ago. And guess what...I've still got more so here you go *dumps and runs.*

(Ignore that it's approaching the end of May ik I'm late lol)

Trainer/handler reader for sea monster legacy. He's terribly anti social at first in the aquarium. Doesn't like the bright lights and bring prodded (deep sea creature and are all of these vet check ups really necessary????) But reader is chill and isn't invasive. Is fine with just sitting near the tank, being quiet, and letting him approach in his own time. They grow closer, legacy feels comfy occasionally going up to the glass to play with kids, and tolerates vet check enough now that his molting scales due to stress or injury got fixed. Thoughts???

(As always, as a person with one of those hyper realistic mermaid tails, I've got more)

MORE SEA MONSTER FOUL LEGACY YIPPEEE (also can i see the tail)

your coworkers warned you that Legacy was unruly- he's scared away every handler before you, the last one resigning after just a month, although there were never any injuries which you think is very interesting. deep sea monsters like him usually resort to using their teeth and claws if they feel threatened, and your friends tell you as much as you enter the dim, empty room. for a while you barely see anything in the enormous tank, only the hint of a tail swimming by or a distant shadow as you sit on the bench and wait, flipping through a book you brought. Foul Legacy is so quiet, in fact, that you don't notice that he's been curiously watching you until he lets out a faint hum, an echoing tune like a whale's song. you don't say a word, allowing him to swim around and examine you as best as he can- you're different from the others. not as loud, devoid of the horribly bright lights they usually bring- instead you just place your hand on one side of the glass with a kind smile, and after a moment Legacy's webbed claws reach out and mirror your action, a soft trill bubbling up from his fanged maw

as your coworkers quickly discover, Foul Legacy absolutely ADORES you. he swims by your side as you walk by his tank, turning happy flips and shivering his fins when you look over at him, because he knows he's safe in your presence, that you'll treat him like a person and not an animal. you're the only one allowed to treat his injuries or give him checkups, since you're the only one who handles him gently, giving him treats and scritches as rewards for staying still- Legacy willingly comes to the top of his enclosure, where it's bright and full of lights, just to snuggle his head against your lap. once in a while, on warm days, you'll be allowed to go swimming with him, and he wraps his long tail around you in delight, just holding you close and purring as you brush a hand over his delicate fins

no matter how good or bad the pay might be, you know that you're staying just for him

[puzzlefaggot]

thinkin about.. different ways i draw des' hair when not in the curls. its very inconsistent