#Otherworldly

[meteor-moon]

there was a boy with stars in his eyes

[huntershowl]

augh. cursed spirit(??????) seph… embodiment of the rage and fear and anguish experienced by victims who can’t speak up or leave— able to shapeshift back into a person-form because Everything Looks Fine On The Outside, but it’s a constant burning effort not to let out the biggest, most fucked up shadow demon wolf you’ve ever seen

[desalvar]

alright, i'll write about it at length eventually, but the type of human nik originally was are actually a neat little group of guys. called 'shadows' or 'hosts' (most often not called much of anything really) they're what happens when once in a very rare while a mundane human is born metaphysically incomplete, with their soul not fully formed. they're perfectly regular people, no extra abilities or special heritage (and if they were supposed to have any, they usually end up not having it), with zero clues about what they are besides some inherent restlessness, aimlessness and an odd sort of spiritual dissatisfaction. they don't stay clueless for long, though, usually. when there's a void where part of your soul should be, it kind of behaves differently.

one thing they unwittingly do is absorb metaphysical energy aimed at them like a sponge, making them natural conduits for the magical and spiritual, and extremely sensitive to both. it does also neatly soften the blow of any magic attacks, curses and, most importantly, possessions - which they can handle better than most, but suffer more of than the mundane human would. the preternatural just can't seem to leave them alone. unfortunately, they end up being pretty convenient for otherworldly creatures or metaphysical forces that be in need of a physical form to operate or speak through.

a lot of them are extremely talented mediums and find their calling in allowing the spiritual to speak through them. others find a source of external power or magic to borrow from, but those can only be granted by surrogacy, not taken. some bond with supernatural beings they gladly pay host to, like a live-in patron of sorts. few aren't quite so lucky and end up as 'true vessels', fully taken over by greater spirits and stripped of their autonomy. for a time, while he was still a 'host', nikodemus' fate was almost sealed as a true vessel, only he ended up eating his 'parasite'. which is a neat way to discover what you are and also how you can use it to your advantage, in the same breath (and gain some new abilities through virtue of digestion).

anyway, i just think they're neat.

[phoenixfiiire]

so anyways--

In terms of Kingdom Hearts lore

The Phoenix is a representation of Life and Death through the eternal cycle of rebirth - which is, in turn, the cycle of light to dark to light to dark.

Death (and darkness) are just as much a part of Joshua as is fire and life (and light). It's a never ending cycle and he constantly walks the line between them.

[aetherceuse]

/stares at myself in the mirror.

I will not change Lusamine's voice claim for a third time. I will not change Lusamine's voice claim for a third time. I will not change Lusamine's voice claim for a third time. I w--

Ah fuck. It's too perfect. Ragyo and Yellow Diamond were too emotional and forceful. This is perfect. If I change it again, smite me.

[foolsocracy]

the spider man noir animatics to jesus christ superstar songs in ones head can be something that is so personal

[givehimthemedicine]

a quiet moment in the byers living room interrupted by el bursting through the wall covered in ectoplasm going OH YEAHHH like the kool aid man

[tvrningout]

b.g3 thoughts hitting this morning in terms of how chiyo would feel and react to being suddenly mentally linked to several people, and :’ )) she hates it :’ )) chiyo doesn’t trust easily in a modern setting and even less easily in a fantasy setting — particularly in b.g3 in which she’s half-drow and always feeling like an outsider in her communities. it’s hard for her to open up to people who she can’t trust to accept her on a surface level much less on a deeper, more vulnerable level.

that being said, while she hates the mental link, she eventually finds comfort in it. she can’t always hide her feelings and neither can her companions. she’d never betray their trust and delve into their minds unless invited, though, but would feel very touched should they invite her in.

i gotta get to work in a second here, but i feel like there’s no one that chiyo wouldn’t get along with? but definitely those she would trust more easily than others. karlach would probably be easiest bc she’s pretty open and her personality is so easy to relax around. the same goes for gale and possibly wyll, and i think it’s no surprise that she’d trust astarion the least :’ ) getting along wouldn’t be hard bc bantering is her second language, but she’d see through any attempts to butter her up, i feel. shadowheart and lae’zel fall somewhere in the middle, i think. but as i said, she’d find common ground with everyone — it’s in her nature to accommodate others and make them comfortable, after all.

[theimpossiblescheme]

this phenomenal cat

so you wanted to meet the wizard - andré de shields | 02. a kind of magic - queen | 03. blackheart - two steps from hell | 04. the greatest show - pentatonix | 05. meet me in the woods - lord huron | 06. ecco il mondo - samuel ramey | 07. thousand eyes - of monsters and men | 08. helix - kelly moran | 09. close to you - josefine cronholm | 10. the sound of silence - disturbed | 11. i put a spell on you - kandace springs | 12. symphony no. 4 in a major, iv. saltarello: presto - felix mendelssohn | 13. and dream of sheep - kate bush | 14. sweet disposition - the temper trap | 15. sun - sleeping at last | 16. from eden - hozier | 17. waltz op. 64 no. 2 in c-sharp minor - frédéric chopin | 18. voici des roses - mack harrell | 19. black water lilies - aurora | 20. a drop of blood - tamino | 21. glowing - the oh hellos | 22. this is the moment - thomas borchert | 23. tonight, tonight - the smashing pumpkins | 24. keyboard concerto in g minor bwv 1058, iii. allegro assai - johann sebastian bach | 25. counting stars - onerepublic [listen]

[regnumaves]

WHAT MAKES A PERSONALITY

A template for analyzing features of a personality beyond listing adjectives.

SELF-CONCEPT

View of Self: A king responsible for the safety and prosperity of his people. Beneath the tough exterior of the savage and unforgiving warrior who brings retribution and doom to his and his subjects’ enemies, lies a caring leader who will go to great lengths to ensure the well-being and comfort of those he cares for and would readily lay down his life for them.

View of Others: Ranges widely and changes at the drop of a hat depending on their actions. Starts with cherished friends and trusted allies, and ends with scumbags he wishes he could kill more than just once. Tibarn takes a while to begin trusting new people he meets. He wants to, but he has been burned several times, and he has seen the full extent of both beorc and laguz cruelty. However, once shown that someone is worthy of his trust, he only sees it fit to repay it, becoming a faithful ally who stands by them until the end.

View of World: A curious place that seems to only grow larger as he continues to discover new skies. In his own words, the world should be “noisy, vibrant and chaotic”; it’s filled with creatures big and small of various species and properties, and they should all have the right to existence, so long as they don’t threaten the existence of others. With Hawks generally leading carefree lives of flying and hunting, I believe Tibarn to be pretty in tune with the concept of a circle of life, and imagine he doesn’t like seeing it disrupted.

Motivations & Goals: Lead his people well and protect them. Save their Heron brethren from complete annihilation. Protect the laguz, their rights and their freedom, both through warfare and at a diplomatic table.

What they Value Most: Loyalty, honesty, honor, sticking to one’s ideals.

EMOTIONAL REACTIONS

Reaction to Stress: In front of others, Tibarn cannot show weakness. I do believe he genuinely does not get stressed or nervous easily, and even when he does, he does not allow it to get the better of him (see also: burning of Phoenicis). Instead he remains focused, serving his role as the pillar of stability that his men can flock around in a moment of doubt. It will affect him later and he will probably need someone like Reyson to help him get it out, because otherwise he just strangles it all inside him - but no matter what, he will not show it in front of everyone.

Reaction to Fear: Pretty much same as above. Fear is an emotion Tibarn does not feel often honestly, the main situations I can think of where he would have felt it were Leanne’s kidnapping by the Black Knight and, again, the burning of Phoenicis, specifically when he first got the news - and his response would be the same as to stress, except he would also react with anger and swear vengeance. Tibarn never really fears for himself - only ever for others.

Reaction to Success: Pretty standard, I’d say. Joy and satisfaction, naturally. May boast a little, but means it in a good-natured way. Will encourage his allies to look on the bright side of things and enjoy the success they’ve achieved before thinking again about whatever doom and gloom still hands above their head.

Reaction to Failure: Remains focused and tries to keep his people calm and under control. Always looks for ways out, ones that don’t necessarily have to involve him making it out. Thinks about the safety of others long before his own - in a situation such as a lost battle, would be ready and willing to risk himself to ensure that his people and his allies make it out safely.

DEVELOPMENT

Ideal Self: Above all else, a strong king who is able to achieve anything that his people need him to achieve, and never fails them again.

Areas of Growth: Moving past his distrust. Forgiving himself for previous failings. Learning to let go of past grudges more easily, instead of allowing them to direct his actions for years or decades. Continuing to develop both combat and diplomacy skills. Maybe if possible becoming less weak to crossbows because god damn that 50 damage to the face is a BITCH—

Barriers to Growth: Stubbornness and vindictiveness. Inability or at least struggling to let go of things. Also while he thinks before he jumps into things, he is also headstrong and impatient and sometimes it shows.

[lunaetis]

[ writing lumine during her first journey ( prior to her becoming the abyss princess ) and she was so hopeful for the future of khaenri'ah. she had so much hope for the nation's future, how she wished to see them thrive because they were abandoned by the archons & celestia. they were simply humans trying to survive and grow as a nation. of course, the power they were tampering with was something beyond human control, but they didn't have anyone to turn to, so it's only fair ( in her opinion ) that they had to do anything to survive. everything they had, they built with their own hands. every technology, every creations, every sacrifices & failures, it's all human's and their ambition. she wanted the people to be happy, to be successful, to live in peace.

but it never happened, and she could never forgive the archons & celestia not only for abandoning them, but for destroying them with their own hands. ]

[redactedlove]

Just me & G…

hi @overclockedselfshipping !

[francesthetraveller]

chat if you have any interest in talking to me about the funny government ghost movie I'm all ears 24/7, please I beg you I can't stop thinking about bill murray he's scratching his nails into my brain

[feygloom]

thinking about how much strangeness aeris is used to from growing up in the feywild. apart from sniffing out ethel's illusion immediately and knowing to avoid the plants in the underdark (she's been there before ofc) it's like...violent talking ox? meh. fairy screaming expletives from a moonlantern? they're always mean. like SDHSK she's just unblinking in the face of so many things

[cosmosoracle]

Otherwordly Npc spam please?

Otherworldly: Faceless Entity

This figure appeared to the team only once, almost at the end of the shared dream they had during the Witches' Gathering. At the top of a ziggurat, after climbing the stairs past all their fallen enemies and all the people they helped who offered them a smile and encouragement, everyone was offered a chair, a throne to sit on: they were all told to rest, that they did what they had to, but everyone refused to and decided to move on.

To their strong cries - I'll save you/I'll find you/I'll serve you, respectively from Lia, Hoyt and Zinnya - a figure appeared over them, hovering, his face canceled by blackness and his features somehow unrecognizable. "I'll do my best", he replied with his deep voice, and granted everyone a blessing that would help them on their way.

Nobody has any clue of who he is, but someone from above manifested to everyone and watches over them. It was heartwarming to witness, even if his obscured identity let some melancholy slip by.

[pomefioredove]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ green is the color of envy (and poison)

type of post: fic characters: neige, vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, vague possessiveness maybe angst idk, oooh drama author's note: I wanted a break from headcanons and had this strange urge to do a character study for neige. here I am, writing this at midnight

Neige Leblanche does not hate Vil Schoenheit.

The thought had not even occurred to him.

In fact, if you had even asked as much, his wide, doe-like eyes would fill with pretty tears, and he would ask you, in a trembling voice, if you really thought of him so cruelly.

Neige Leblanche did not hate anyone. On the contrary, he had so much love, it practically overflowed from him, touching the ground at his feet and imprinting itself on everything he held.

He was, for all intents and purposes, a vision of loveliness, a sunrise, morning dew on the petal of a white lily. He would have gladly, if you asked him, plucked each star out of the sky for you, written you a thousand songs, laid himself at your feet in adoration.

He was cupid, a chubby-faced, blushing cherub.

He had been content, for a time. Happy, even, with his little life, the family and career he had built with his own two hands, though you wouldn't know it from their softness.

Then, there was you.

You. You. The magicless prefect of Night Raven College. An otherworldly being. A hero.

You. So kindhearted, always gentle with the first years and animals. So polite, with him and his friends. So brave, facing danger and coming out unscathed. Your hope and gratefulness despite your circumstances reminded him, in a way, of himself.

There was no other explanation for it. You were sent for him.

Neige had simply never been so sure of anything. It felt right. It felt perfect. You were the one he'd been waiting for. You were his.

After the VDC, he couldn't stop thinking about you. You! You were perfect for him, his soulmate, and he didn't need to know you to know that. He'd never felt like this before, after all. It must be love.

You feel it too, don't you?

Limb by limb, he sews together a ragdoll of you in his mind. Something simple. Soft. Beautiful. Something for his thoughts to play with. He gives you a sword, one day, and he makes you a knight. He dresses you in the finest of silks, and he makes you a noble. He pushes up the corners of your sewn-together mouth, and he makes you smile back at him.

You're kind. You're brave. You're loving. You're loyal. You're chivalrous. You're anything he could want or need, anything at all, because you're his.

Why would fate lead him to someone who wasn't already perfect?

And, oh, how he wants to pick you flowers. Neige will make you breakfast in bed, and sing for you. Everyone loves him; and he loves everyone. But it isn't enough. You're his soulmate. Don't you know?

Why do you keep looking at each other like that.

You're so friendly, just like Neige, always so eager to please. Right? That's what it is. Right?

There could be no other reason for you and Vil Schoenheit to look at each other like that. As if you know something that Neige doesn't. As if you're having a conversation with only your eyes. What is that? What does it mean?

Why does he feel so comfortable touching you?

A hand on the small of your back, an arm around your waist. He corrects your posture with both hands on your shoulders. He taps your thigh when you're distracted. He holds your face in both palms to scold you for smudging the eyeliner he had so tediously put on you before coming here...

Why do you smile at him when he lectures you? Why does he smile back?

This strange, dizzying feeling, this tightness in Neige's chest, this unwelcomed weight, can't just be confusion.

He can only lie to himself for so long.

You feel it, too... don't you? Don't you get butterflies when you look at him? Don't you feel dizzy? Don't you think of him?

Vil murmurs something in your ear with a sly smile, and you laugh.

And you haven't even looked at Neige once yet. The thought makes him clench his fists under the table.

As this new, painful weight settles in his stomach, a dizzying thought sits with it.

Neige Leblanche is jealous.

Of Vil Schoenheit.