#aeon’s a sin of greed

[ravenssilver]

Phantom/Aeon waking up from a nightmare while rolling with someone and craves comfort but is too scared to ask for it?

mmm aeon angst.. my favorite👹

1k words of aeon having a reoccurring nightmare and being too nervous to outright ask for comfort.

cw: nightmare of the Pit, detailed summoning process from aeon’s pov, aeon continues to be traumatized, more of my aeon lore and a bit of how i see the pit :)

under the cut if you please<3

Darkness.

Deep, deep darkness.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

It was all he remembered before he felt it.

Cold. He felt extremely cold. His feet planted on something every time he stepped forward. The ground was almost soft, but it made him sick every time his felt his feet sink into it.

He tripped after a few minutes of wandering, looking behind him and down at the ground, only to see a bone.

A sickly feeling bubbled in his throat as he looked a few feet to the right, squinting through the darkness just to seeing bits and pieces of the skeleton that the bone was a part of.

He quickly turned around again and began running, trying to ignore the dizziness in his skull as he felt a sharp, painful tug in his soul.

He ran and ran and ran, eventually falling to his knees and sobbing when the pain in his chest was too much to bear.

Then, he was choking, like all the little oxygen in the Pit had been sucked away. He clawed at his throat, coughing and heaving in the dust of the wasteland around him into his lungs.

He felt the ice cold wind suddenly be evaporated into steam as his skin burned with the heat of a thousand suns, Aeon choking out a cry of agony as he planted a hand on the flesh-like material under him. Sweat escaped his pores, dripping off of his nose as he trembled and tried to heave in the oxygen that was absent from his surroundings.

His eyes rolled back after an excruciating minute and a half, his body going limp and collapsing onto the sickly soft ground.

His consciousness faded. Though, not before he felt a sudden grab of his ankle as he was yanked-

Aeon gasped as he jolted awake, a choked sound of surprise leaving him as he fell off the edge of his bed. He grunted as he hit the cold floor of his room, still tied up in his blankets.

His lilac eyes darted around the room for a moment before he slowly sat up, feeling the fear and adrenaline coursing through his system as he thought about the nightmare he had just woken up from.

Then the tears started.

Aeon didn’t want to go back to the Pit. He didn’t even want to think about it. He had a life with his new pack. He was happy.

So why couldn’t he shake that damn dream?

Aeon slowly rose to his feet after fighting to get free from the blankets. His legs shook as he tried to get his wits about him, holding back his whimpers and cries so only his shadow casted by the moon would hear.

He laid back down in his cold bed, curling up into himself with a shaky sigh as he closed his eyes, only to snap them open again as he was met with the vision of the Pit.

Aeon swallowed harshly and rolled onto his back, staring up at his ceiling.

He wanted someone from his pack. Dewdrop, Mountain, Aurora would’ve been just fine. But no.. he wanted Swiss.

Of course, wanting was what got him to that damn wasteland in the first place. Constantly searching, finding, and taking things that he simply wanted in his human life was what got him under Mammon’s control.

That is until Copia saved him.

With that damned summoning ritual.

Aeon shivered as he thought about the air that had been stolen from his lungs, which he learned was courtesy of Cirrus and Cumulus providing their element to Copia’s ritual.

He remembered how he got a preview of Dew’s anger and initial hatred for him when he felt heat that only fire could bring spreading over him. Heat that was prosperous on earth. Fire that Aeon once longed for in the barren wasteland. The sweat that only Rain’s element of water could provide in Limbo. The way his body went stiff like the bark of a tree, Mountain’s element tied with Rain and Dewdrop’s.

Aeon wanted Swiss. Badly.

The multi was the only one who hadn’t participated in Aeon’s trauma. He didn’t help with the ritual that quite literally killed him again before dragging him kicking and screaming Topside.

Swiss was his safety when he could finally open his half-blinded eyes again.

But he didn’t want to be seen as weak.

All the other ghouls got over their summoning. Aurora was over it to the best of Aeon’s knowledge, so why wasn’t Aeon over his own?

Aeon shook his head and got out of bed, walking on wobbly legs out of his room and to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Though, as he walked into the kitchen, he saw Swiss standing there on his phone as the microwave hummed. Aeon froze dead in his tracks, his bloodshot eyes widening as he saw a slightly blurry outline of Swiss.

“Hey, honeybat,” Swiss smiled as he glanced at Aeon, only to do a quick double take. “Woah… are you okay?” Swiss asked, setting his phone down on the island counter and walking over to Aeon. Aeon sighed shakily, knowing he couldn’t lie to Swiss no matter how badly he wanted to.

The smaller ghoul shook his head, keeping his eyes set on Swiss’ chest as to avoid eye contact.

“Nightmare?” Swiss asked, gently cupping Aeon’s jaw and lifting his head so he could look into Aeon’s lilac eyes. Aeon sniffled and nodded. “The same one.” He muttered.

Swiss frowned and pulled Aeon into a hug.

“You floaty?” Swiss asked softly, knowing Aeon sometimes got in his own head and went back to the Pit mentally. “I was for a minute. I’m okay now.” Aeon mumbled, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Swiss’ neck.

Swiss nodded, slipping his clawed fingers into Aeon’s shaggy hair and gently massaging. Swiss began breathing deeply, silently instructing Aeon to follow his actions and breathe with him.

Aeon subconsciously followed his actions, lulling himself into an almost half-asleep state. Swiss kissed at the base of Aeon’s horn.

“You’re here with me, honeybat. You’re warm, you’re breathing just fine. You’re here.” Swiss whispered, squeezing Aeon just the slightest bit more to help ground him in the moment.

Aeon sighed in relief and relaxed even more in Swiss’ hold, finding his eyes slipping shut as Swiss held him in a way that was nothing but loving and protective.

He was there. Aeon was standing there, in the kitchen with Swiss.

He’s okay.

[anemiaanemona]

Rye Catcher.

Character: Boothill.

Warnings: SFW, gn reader, reader is sick with unnamed lung disease, Boothill lore in its worse way, established relationships, angst, character drama, little man problem, guilty feeling, good ending.

Picture: Leonardo AI, Meitu.

He didn't have any news for you.

He tried to write at least a single line, but he neither had any mood nor desire to do it. His thoughts were all about vengeance and the exact way he would execute his filthy plans.

How long would you wait for him? How many winters were you ready to spend alone waiting for someone as craven as him to knock at your door? He thought of himself as a beetle, crushed by the bottom of someone's shoe: his wings were all broken and he was left laying on the ground, looking at the sky and living through a never-ending moment in which he fell asleep and woke up, fell asleep and woke up time after time…

Fell asleep and woke up…

He was thinking about you only. He knew you worried about him, and it pained every cog of his mechanical heart. He couldn't keep calm with you being so far away from him, yet he felt relieved that you couldn't see him playing the main role in the masquerade of sins he got involved into against his will. 

He was watching you through every star and moon that you could see from your planet. He was touching you with every raindrop and sun ray, taking care of you with every breeze of zephyr. He was killed by his thirst for revenge. He couldn't recall the last time he smiled. He missed the sound of your laughter – lighthearted, childish, and naive. 

His worthless, rotten, mendacious lips were blaspheming the Aeons as they let his family perish, they put him through all the horrors of loss, they left you fighting your terrible lung disease, the name of which you withheld from him. Even in his dreams he was doomed to see you hunching in stifling cough and spitting blood, your teeth and lips always painted with pinkish shade. Even in his dreams he was doomed to press the little body, that felt like a rag doll, to his chest, as if all the might he had put into his farewell hug was able to revive it. 

Hatred took its toll. The civilization was corrupted. Wolves lived with sheep, tormented, and ravaged the Planets. He tried to eliminate the evil root, but he could see it growing and prospering with every day. 

He lost his meaning of living. Greed took over officials, the Space was enraged by irrepressible hunger for treasures. They inflicted violence over others, preyed on those less fortunate. 

Did you remember how the two of you used to lay in a field of rye next to each other, engulfed in the moment of tranquility and appreciation? Did you remember how your fingers used to play with his hair, light from the mighty and torrid Sun? Oh, the laurel and the gold of his life, he didn't have any news for you. He promised to bring you white lilies once he came back home. In exchange, he wanted you to bring him joy of your recovery.

A soft smile touched his exhausted lips, and zephyr caressed his pale face. With a bouquet of white lilies in his hand, Boothill knocked at your door and heard a familiar, lovely bustle behind it. 

[s-b-party]

Tayzzyronth & Oroboros: Aeons of Deadly Sins

****Honkai star rail spoilers/simulated universe spoilers/swarm disaster spoilers****

*The moment Herta described them as being arch enemies, my mind immediately started falling into a rabbit hole trying to analyze them both & some thoughts have been cooking lol

So who are these 2 Aeons? They recently have made more formal appearances (we finally get to see their forms) in the newest hsr patch specifically in simulated universe

Tayzzyronth is the Aeon of Propagation & Oroboros is the Aeon of Voracity; propagation refers to reproduction while voracity is excessive eating

I’d like to suggest that Tayzzyronth & Oroboros are aeons that represent 2 of the 7 deadly sins: lust & gluttony respectfully

*Note: lust can refer to extremely strong sexual desires but without sexual connotations it simply refers to an extremely strong desire/emotion for something you crave*

Tayzzyronth often self-replicated & the heirs they created eventually became their faction, the Swarm

The reason why they started reproducing was bc they feared being alone since they were the last of the Coleoptera (scientific name for beetle) so they had an extremely strong desire to procreate

As for Oroboros, they devour everything that gets in their way since everything including worlds will simply return to the void in the end

Now that we’ve established how they depict lust & gluttony, let’s look at their dynamic

Both are said to have been enemies & it seems that Tayzzyronth died in a war (which involved Oroboros) at the hands of multiple Aeons according to Kafka

What I find interesting is that (like in my analyses of Lan & Yaoshi and Nanook & IX) they have a few similarities

For instance what they do is mindless (all Tayzzyronth & Oroboros can think of/do are self-replicate & consume; I think it’s important to remember that doing mindless tasks doesn’t always equate to intelligence especially when they do it in repetitive cycles; the word mindless usually gets associated w/ low intelligence which Herta implies that Tayzzyronth & the Swarm have)

They may represent different deadly sins but they are different manifestations of greed in essence, all being forms of excessive desires

They also both have similar color palettes where they use cool colors (various shades of purple) which are paired with some reds or blues; to me this is showing that in spite of their differences they do share some similarities/vibes (not evil per se but destructive)

Now to look at their dynamic from a different light, I want to first point to how them being enemies makes sense if we consider what creatures they resemble

Tayzzyronth as we already know is based off insects, the beetle to be more precise, while Oroboros is based off the mythological ouroboros which was usually a tail-devouring serpent; irl snakes & insects are normally enemies & snakes are the ones usually devouring insects although the reverse situation is also possible

Perhaps it is bc both are representative of different aspects of greed that they both would end up being enemies in the end anyway if they are to fight for dominance in this world (going back to the idea of survival of the “fittest”, meaning the stronger concept would prevail in this case)

If that is the case, the end of Tayzzyronth could imply that the desire to devour is stronger than the desire to procreate but I don’t think that’s exactly how it is because there is some irony to be found here

Even though Tayzzyronth has been deceased for some time, the Swarm still remains & they still are a menace to the universe due to the destruction they can cause, all of this while Oroboros doesn’t seem to leave any trace of the worlds they have devoured so I think that even though the Propagation is gone, their concept still has influence in the universe w/ as much “strength”/importance as the voracity

I’m really glad to have seen Tayzzyronth & Oroboros in the swarm disaster mode of simulated universe bc for me it looks like the Aeons have interesting & complex relationships with each other and I can’t seem to get over them 😂 I also like the designs of the aeons

They just have so much in their designs & stories which fascinate me, it’s just really fun chilling in the pool of aeon lore & dynamics :3

[scottishcommune]

To consider starvation as merely an “alternative” to the civil war that wracked Ethiopia and the destruction of so much of the cultural integrity of Latin American villages by (largely American) corporate interests reveals a shocking social amnesia. It is breathtaking to contemplate the extent to which this “ecological” ensemble of ideas deflects public attention from the social origins of ecological problems. That anything besides “nature” is seeking its “balance” in the Third World seems to elude Foreman, whose obfuscation of social problems expresses the logic of a reductionist “ecology.” Such “reverence for the earth” stifles even the modest decencies of middle-class virtues like empathy and concern for the plight of hungry children. “Earth wisdom” of this kind could well leave us with a “love” of the planet but no care for the underprivileged who make up so much of the human species.

Yet Foreman’s remarks are not idiosyncratic. Quite to the contrary: an authoritarian streak is latent in a crude biologism that conceals an ever-diminishing humaneness with “natural law” and papers over the fact that it is capitalism that is at work here, not an abstract “Humanity” and “Society.” This authoritarian mentality sometimes coexists with pious appeals to variants of Eastern spirituality, placing a saintly mask on the ruthless egoism that stems from bourgeois greed. “Ecological thinking” of this kind is all the more sinister because it subverts the organic, indeed dialectical thinking that can rescue us from reductionism. An unbridgeable gulf separates social ecology from the neo-Malthusianism that the ensemble of biocentrism, antihumanism, and “natural law” theory have spawned. We are grimly in need of a “reenchantment” of humanity — to use the quasi-mystical jargon of our day — with a fluid, organismic, and dialectical rationality. For it is in this human rationality that nature ultimately actualises its own evolution of subjectivity over long aeons of neural and sensory development. There is nothing more natural than humanity’s capacity to conceptualise, generalise, relate ideas, engage in symbolic communication, and innovate changes in the world around it, not merely to adapt to the conditions it finds at hand. For biocentric, antihumanist, and “natural law” advocates to set their faces against the self-realisation of nature in an ecologically oriented humanity and dialectical thought is to foster the image of a blighted humanity. No less than Adam and Eve’s acquisition of knowledge, humanity’s power of thought becomes its abiding “original sin.”

- Murray Bookchin, Thinking Ecologically: A Dialectical Approach

(in response to Earth First! founder and "deep ecologist" Dave Foreman's comments saying that Ethiopians should be left to starve for the sake of the planet)

[dragonologist-writings]

Title: Burn It Down Fandom: Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous Rating: G Status: One-Shot Main Characters: Knight-Commander Lilith Additional Notes: Character Study, Aeon to Devil Mythic Path Word Count: 1.2k Summary: Hell hath no fury quite like Knight-Commander Lilith.

read below or here on ao3

The natural order of the world has been corrupted. Someone must put it right.

When Lilith first grasps the spirit of the Aeon, the power flows through her with ease and strength. With a glance, she can read a person’s soul. With a word, she can decide their fate. It is a natural extension of her role as an inquisitor, and she readily accepts both the honor and the burden.

Liar. Thief. Killer. Traitor. Criminal.

The accusations come to her easily, the bright indications of wrongdoing dancing behind her eyelids whenever she comes near a soul who has sinned against the balance of the universe. The ability to peer into a person in such a way is intoxicating, and it is as if Lilith has finally discovered her true purpose. Her destiny.

After all her years of training and lessons and sharpening herself into a weapon of Asmodeus…surely, such power was always meant to be placed in her hands.

And yet, with each decision Lilith makes, the shards of the Aeon’s judgement only dig deeper into her mind, carving into every evidence of imperfection. She stands by the sentences she hands out; for what is the use of justice, if not to serve for the betterment of their cause? Banishments and executions are rough, brutal solutions; suitable in some instances, certainly, but for most cases, true justice requires a bit more…finesse. It requires cunning.

But the Aeon do not see the flaws in their unmovable ways.

Rage. Pride. Arrogance. Greed.

Lilith grits her teeth through the rebukes from the Aeon in her mind, but she returns faithfully to the meditation at her mirror every day. This is her power; she will learn to wield and to control it. If she must curb her emotions and her desires even further, then so be it.

But she has never been able to curb her ambition; not for the sake of her mentors and masters, and not for the sake of the Aeon. Not even as the judgements of her very soul are burnt into her thoughts.

YouAreNotAnAeonYouAreASlaveToYourImpulsesYouMustBeColderYouMustBeStrongerYouMustBeBetterYouMustBeMoreYouMustBeLess.

The Abyss is even worse. Lilith’s power has been growing, yes, but the utter chaos of the plane is like a constant smother to her senses. She has never felt further from Asmodeus, has never felt her connection to his gifts weakened in such a way.

Once, she might have been intrigued by such a prospect, but the struggle to sort through her changing visions and the need to bring order to the chaos around her leaves her with little time to consider such things. Still, she somehow claws her way through the city of demons and emerges stronger than ever, even as her own mind screams at her that she is doing this wrong.

youshouldhavehelpedhimyoushouldhavekilledhimyoushouldhavebanishedthemalltheyrewrongyourewrongyoumustbefixedwoulditbebetterifyouneverexisted?

And yet, through all of this, Lilith emerges victorious. She returns to Drezen, burning triumphantly as she leads the charge to drive the demons from her city. She knows she is doing what is right; this is her Crusade, these are her people, and the demons who have invaded their lands do not belong here.

Once, that would have been enough. But now, when she reaches for the power of the Aeon inside of her, she is left only with an empty, helpless void and a condemnation.

You Are No True Aeon.

Lilith barely listens to Nocticula and Iomadae argue. For all their disagreements and bluster, there are hardly any differences between them; just two powerful people looking to make Lilith a pawn in their games. It is nothing Lilith has not encountered before.

What is new, however, is the doubt. What use is this power to her, if she has lost all ability to wield it? If the power threatens to overwhelm her rather than serve her purpose?

But when the time comes, and Iomadae descends in all her self-righteousness to demand she relinquish her abilities, Lilith can only grip them tighter than ever.

Let the gods judge her. Let the Aeon continue to whisper treachery into her mind. Lilith does not surrender so easily.

Days later, Lilith’s fingernails grind against the stone railing of her balcony, her knuckles bone-white as she examines her city. Even from up here, she can feel the wrongdoings of her citizens, trickling through the streets like poison. These days, constellations and arrows burn constantly at the edge of her vision, drawing her gaze to all the many, many things that must be fixed.

She will wrestle back her control of this power. She must. Whatever it takes.

Correct the distortions. Everything has been, and everything will be. But a true Aeon is forever.

Whatever it takes. Lilith’s insides twist at the memory of the words whispered into her mind. She doesn’t know what it means, and she hates that the mystery of it frightens her. Still, she will not let these beings scare her away from the powers that are rightfully hers.

Lilith knows she must do something, and soon; she just does not know what.

Not until Melies walks into the citadel with a smirk and a contract.

And Lilith almost laughs, because suddenly she is seventeen again, and the promise of power is at her fingertips, and all that is required in exchange is a promise of herself. It is both her own choice to make and no choice at all, just as it was then; this is how deals with the devil work.

Lilith is smarter now than she was at seventeen. She knows Melies would not make this offer without his own ulterior motives. And she is fine with that, because she knows how to play his games, and she would rather let her soul blaze in the fires of Hell than be ground away into nothing under the cold, hard stare of the Aeon.

Order must be restored.

Hang the Aeon’s order. Lilith has her own.

Better the devil you know, and all that.

We are Hell!

Lilith stands before the people of Drezen once more, now with clear eyes and a voice that is only her own.

They fear her now, with her dark curved horns and deep red skin, evidence of the deal she has made. This is perfectly acceptable. They feared her before, too, with her cold Aeon gaze that could pinpoint their every sin. But now, without the iron fetters on her mind, Lilith can sharpen that fear into a weapon to make the Abyss tremble before them.

We are Hell!

She speaks to her people about righteousness, about vengeance, about fury. These things are hers now, and with their power she will destroy every enemy that stands in her way.

We are Hell!

Her people cheer for her, and for themselves, and for the wrath they will unleash upon the Worldwound and all who would see it remain.

The Aeon claimed the sword of her mind was dull. But Lilith is no sword, certainly not one for the Aeon to yield.

Lilith is a storm. She is the fire and fury of Hell.

And the world will remember her name.

[askkirbyocs]

🩷ASK MY KIRBY OCs!!🩵

My other blog is called @asktadckrew

Check out my AO3 account: Manxwashehe

There's a lot of lore there

Story names:

Into the Mirror (btw Into the Mirror is cringe af so yeah but it's important also not canon anymore) 17+

The Scuttlebug Club 17+

The Scuttlebug Club: THE WAR OF SUCCUBUS 17+

Beyond the Døllhouse (first episode just came out) 17+

Our Favorite Søldier (not posted yet) 17+

Cosmic Frontiers (not posted yet) 13+ (Marx says a swear word)

Fun Facts!!:

In Our Favorite Søldier, there are two AUs intertwined so you gotta specify which AU you're asking

Meta Knight's last name is Martínez

Proto is obviously a self insert please don't bully me for that

The Dreamy Gear Kirby is an adult

Taranza got remarried

Bandee and Susie have a daughter named Lumie

There's a difference between Magolor and Magolør (Magolør is Dreamy Gear)

Dreamy Gear Meta Knight is transgender

Marx has had 4 1/2 exes

Darx is non-binary

Jecra's fling/Knuckle Joe's mother's name is Juliette

Magalie is transgender! Male to Female (She/Her and They/Them please!)

Marx is intersex

Meta Knight's nickname is Alexander so he's Meta Knight "Alexander" Martínez

FAMILIES:

Martínez Family: Garlude, Meta Knight, Proto, Sirica, Sailor Waddle Dee, Kirby, Kit, Poyolicious, Comet (formerly), Persimmon (deceased), Bellatrix (formerly), Lotus

Koshkin Family: Beelzebub (Magolor's mother, not the deadly sin), Hyness, Zan Partizanne, Magolor (Zan and magolor are twins), Flamberge, Francisca, Wyllo, Freya (Francisca and Flamberge's daughter) Madeline, Nova and Cosmo (Marx and Magolor's kids. Nova is a girl Cosmo is a boy), Sleep-zee (Magolor and Marstella's daughter)

Koshkin family cousins: Vividria, NESP

Astrea Family: Marx, Nova and Cosmo, Shadow Kirby, Suīka (suīka is a boy), Lemon and Lime, Blinx

Florabelle Family: Taranza, Sectonia (formerly), Magnolia, Nectar, Marmalade, Rosie, Lunaria

Haltmann Family: Susie, Bandee (kinda) Lumie

The other Martínez Family (Galacta's side): Galacta Knight, Callista, Sniper Knight, Gooey, Galaxy and Callisto, Ceres, Sirius, Astra and Cyclone, Phillip aka Pip

The Skielar Family: Marcī, Hennry, Angelica (AKA Magalie! Magalie is transgender woman), Eliza, And Jazzmynn! Proto (he's their sibling too)

King Dedede's kids: Bandana Waddle Dee, Scribble, Doodle

Sweet Family: The Confection King, Sugaree Sweet/Artzy, Sir Chip, Mon Roll

The sweet family belong to @browniboxx

Korn Family: Carrie, Kathy, Trikk & Treet

Cosmia Family: Queen Cassiopeia, Princess Andromeda, Max (he's a pet but he counts anyway)

COUPLES!!:

Dreamy Gear Meta Knight and Dreamy Gear Magolør

Dreamy Gear Kirby and my OC, Praline

Bandana Waddle Dee and Susie Haltmann

Sniper Knight (oc), Galacta Knight, and Callista (another oc)

Sir Dragato (Galahad) and Sir Falspar

Waddle Dee and Tiff (WADDLE DEE IS A PEDOPHILE AND I FUCKING HATE HIM pls don't support this ship I just want to make my readers mad) (haha the Skielar sisters killed him)

Taranza and Magnolia

Gryll and Prince Fluff

Jecra and Juliette

Proto, Meta Knight/Alexander, and Garlude

Marie and Magolor (arranged marriage)

Kandyland Cast:

These characters belong to @browniboxx

The Confection King and Queen Cassiopeia

Sir Chip and Kandi Sugarose

Mon Roll and Creme Brulee (MON ROLL AND CREME BRULEE ARE MINORS)

Plutø and The Seven Dwarfs:

Plutø (Fae Goddess yass)

Star (AKA Proto/Cry-Baby)

Moon (AKA Taranza)

Yin and Yang (AKA Marx/Hyacinth. THEY AREN'T SIBLINGS, THEY'RE ACTUALLY DATING)

Crystalline (AKA Magolor/Amulette)

Sky (Her real name is Dream but ew. AKA Marstella/Melatonin)

Aeon Hero and The Seven Heavenly Virtues:

Aeon Hero

Pazienza (Patience)

El (Temperance)

Lucretius (Charity)

Millie (Kindness)

Miralax (Diligence)

Phoebus (Chastity)

Hortensia (Humility)

Marcī and The Seven Deadly Sins:

Marcī (Queen of Succubus)

Vesperrolii (he's literally bootleg Fizzarolii and he's also Asmo's boyfriend)

Satan (Wrath)

Beelzebub (Gluttony)

Mammon (Greed)

Leviathan (Envy)

Belphegor (Sloth)

Asmodeus (Lust)

Lucifer (Pride)

GHOST FAES AKA MOONLINGS:

Suqarplxm (She was Proto now she's Cry-Baby)

Cookii (Yin)

Creme (Yang)

Cascade (Crystalline)

Aurora (Marstella)

Beyond the Døllhouse:

Cry-Baby (Proto)

Hyacinth (Yin and Yang)

Melatonin (Dream/Sky)

Amulette (Crystalline)

Molly McDolly (She's not a rebirth but she's got Cry-Baby's powers)

Melanie (also a fae)

Øphelia (another fae)

Brittany (she's secretly an orphan also another fae)

Luna (Taranza's daughter)

Kelly (little bitch she's not a fae)

Kittie (also not a fae. She copies Cry-Baby)

Mirror World Counterparts:

Darx (Mirror Marx)

Dark Meta Knight (Dreamy Gear)

Shadow Dedede (only in the Dreamy Gear AU)

Shadow Kirby

Corrupt Kirby (Mirror Shadow Kirby)

Marziepan (Mirror Marcī)

Shadow Bandana Waddle Dee

Skippy (Normal DMK)

Shadow Kirby (Dreamy Gear)

Proto (Mirror Magolor, formerly)

Shadow Spinndle

Dark Taranza

Parallel Susie

MARX'S EXES:

Skippy

Marcī (kinda)

Magolor (formerly)

Marstella

Magalie/Angelica

He was crushing on Magolør but nope

REVIVED:

Magolor

Proto

Dead Peeps:

Marstella (cause of death: drowned in the ocean)

Yin and Yang (cause of death: hung by Uma and HyperGlitch)

Persimmon (cause of death: shot with a pistol in the thigh at 3 years old)

HyperGlitch (cause of death: Proto beat her to death with an axe)

Lotus' unborn sister (cause of death: unknown)

Waddle Dee (cause of death: The Skielar Sisters ripped him apart)

Grape Gang:

Marx (leader)

Eugene

Maritza

Dark

Marcī

(WARNING!! DON'T BE OFFENDED BY THIS NAME! THE GRAPES HAVE DARK ASS HUMOR) The New KKK:

Marx (leader!! Disc User: MamaMarx)

Eugene (DatPinkPuffball)

Maritza (MariTheGrapist)

Dark (MyTwo)

Marcī (GrapeyYoshī)

F.R.I.T.Z (aka Fritz. RoboticJester84)

Neebee (FluffysHusbando)

Fluffy (FluffysAdventure)

Meta Knight (ImmaFaerie)

Darx (MirrorMarxy)

Corrupt Kirby (MustyMang0)

Magolør (Evil!Magolør)

Plutø (SnøwWhite)

Violyte (VibrantEchoes64)

ButterScotch (LiceLicker)

Philippa (PippaPipKin)

Magolor (StaleBaguette!)

Francisca (IceKween)

Flamberge (FLAMETHROWER)

Zan Partizanne (ThunderBringer)

Proto (SuqarplxmPARIDA)

RULES:

Suggestive asks are allowed (Sniper Knight would love them)

Don't be a bigot

Don't be weird towards the minorz

WARNING!!

The grapes make very offensive jokes so don't be offended by them pls

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SUBMISSION RULES

THE SINS

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[obey-me-mammon-lover69]

Hi!! I love your work🙂 how about some of your favorite Mammon headcanons?

I’m glad you asked!!  Thank you for the ask, babey!  You didn’t specify if you meant nsfw or sfw, so these are sfw headcanons

Warning:  Some minor angst mentioning Lilith and lesson 16 Belphie

MAMMON:

He needs glasses, I HC his sunglasses that he wears INDOORS are prescription glasses and he’s worried he’ll look like a nerd if he wore actual lenses, so he got sunglasses instead and it makes him look stupid when he wears them indoors XD

I think Mammon is the closest of his brothers to becoming an angel again, but I doubt he’d ever go back if he was given the choice. He’ll do something on purpose to get flung back into the pit so he can stay with his brothers

I mentioned it in my other post, but I think of greed as one of the most powerful sins, given its connection to other sins. Lust is just greed for sex, gluttony is just greed for food, and sloth is just greed for sleep. Type beat. This is why I think Mammon is stronger than everyone thinks

I like the HCs where Mammon raised the brothers, especially Satan, and the ones where he’s buddies with Luke. I think big brother Mammon is adorable and he deserves it

Mammon’s love language is quality time, and gift giving

I think some part of Mammon resents Belphie for what he did to MC, but another part of him probably hates himself for not being fast enough. He probably feels bad for resenting Belphie, I mean...that’s his little brother he’s known for aeons. But at that moment that human he knew for only like half a year meant more to him, and it tore him apart

Mammon texts and drives, it's the most terrifying thing because he takes his eyes completely off the road and drives with his knees to reply to a text

Mammon is a dog AND cat person, this is canon he mentions liking both.

Constantly feeds random birds in the human world and gets followed by a hoard of ravens and Pidgeon whenever he’s topside 

The ravens give him presents, he loves their offerings 

Mammon misses Lilith...but he never really..KNEW her. She was closer to Belphie, and Beel. He never got a chance to hang out with her too much, always tailing after Lucifer and trying to get his attention, it never occurred to him that the small times they had spent together would have been their last.

Despite not being super close with Lilith, I imagine he was still an extremely protective older brother to her, and most likely tried would have tried to give the human she loved the shovel talk if he had the chance

He was the one who gave the descriptions of his brothers to humans, he’s the reason why the depiction of Belphegor involves a toilet, and Asmo has 3 heads.  He still thinks it's the funniest damn thing

None of the brothers have seen Mammon mad since the war, none of them want to see him that angry ever again...

[incarnateirony]

15.15: The Absent Mother

I’ve had to take a great deal of time to pull my thoughts together on this episode because it was so MUCH. I’ve said in the past that I wasn’t a fan of Davy; he often layered his things very thinly. But today was a masterfully interwoven piece to the point I literally watched another show for an hour while thinking about it, went and took a shower for half an hour to scrub my head clean, and came back to this and STILL sat to write about it.

So if you’re new to my meta, I’m going to break the ice. You need to read my The Generational Family post to dip your toes in. It speaks in plain english things that will be less-plain english in this post.

If you’re less-new to my meta, but often floating in the occult references, I’m going to try to drop links to posts or tag folders of references.

But what a fantastic salute to the Empress this entire episode is.

Now let’s dive in.

It’s no secret my blog bangs on about arcana on the regular. I have spoken of the four colors (represented in the above gif but also frequenting the #hues of involution tag). 

Frankly, I consider it invariable that the brother focused episode will summon forth The Emperor as a key focus. Somewhere in that chaos binder of tags I even predicted that much when I saw the color themes of the episode, but that’s a whole other aside--just something to put a pin in the idea of while I speak of the Empress, and the Generational Family.

(15.16 update: hahahahah)

I’ve gone feral

BACK TO ORIGINAL 15.15 POST

Some time back I had made a post about Castiel’s tie to this path; be that his frequent association with Mary over time (be it storyline parallels in general arc, John and Mary’s meeting, mixtapes or whatever else); that he and Rowena served as mirror and foil from her earliest conception, back when his parental storylines hovered more in regret over Claire; that Amara and her forced bond were associations of the profound bond and many lines directly mirrored while other motions challenged each other (Eg, heart tie, profound bond>mark bond);

I even made a joke at one point that Castiel should wear a pink trenchcoat to match Rowena’s dress.

This, of course, I joked equally was absurd, and that we would probably have to settle for the violet-pink light of Death on both him and Dean in 15.13′s alchemical Marriage of the Minds.

This Marriage of the Minds you’ll find plenty of topic on for my blog, and all in association with the Art arcana, from which the Occultum is drawn to begin with in its concept. This may seem like a long drift aside from the episode itself, but is more a preface of discussion based reminders.

Either way, @meta-mania-spn​ outright trolled in to my trenchcoat joke with this when it was released, saying “here’s your pink trenchcoat.”

And how on point you were!

But I’m going to have to ask fandom to do me a favor before we continue any further in this discussion.

I’m going to need you to stop trying to shove everything in singular boxes applicable to one and only-one storyline. Go back to the Generational Family post. Make sure that’s anchored like, in your subconscious at this point. Know it, feel it. 

Okay, now we can continue.

Hah hah “You’re standing in The Trap zone.” Okay.

So obviously, we have two major story ends going on right now: On the one hand, Sam and Dean go have a discussion to Amara where they plan to lie to her to pull off a stunt against Chuck; on the other hand, we have Castiel and Jack working a case. This seems simple enough in our structure.

Amara’s face of this ends up being entirely reflection. Of her cosmogenic origins (”We are the same.”), We Are Twins (I point to Thoth’s use of the twins in generational storytelling), etc. Of her history with Dean. Of her reasons of bringing Mary back.

Fandom may not like her reasons for bringing Mary back. They may even hate them. And we’ll get back to this later, but this is the sum of this.

On the other hand, Cas and Jack think a demon is involved. They even summon one. Turns out Rowena, in taking over hell, has adopted a new system. No more tricking and damning souls. People end up where they belong. The demon is bored (which has a funny shout out at the end on him trying to find a new purpose--as a cop, which is about six levels of commentary but I digress), but the continued path of Rowena renovating hell from welcome meetings for damned souls to lack of intentionally dragging others down is made clear, while evoked.

I point back to Rowena’s own history: at one point she aspired for power, but after Funeralia, she was stricken with guilt and grief over feeling like she abandoned her son. This is a thread that I have tried to put in videos over time as a still-binding tie; Castiel staring into Belphegor’s husked out eyes at one point, even if it wasn’t really his fault, just as we lost Rowena who went to essentially reclaim her son’s legacy and throne since she couldn’t atone for his loss.

But then we get to the case. It’s a whole long adventure, much of which has some bog-standard casework; we do have Castiel coming to speak that he found new meaning in becoming a parent (rolling back to the parental thread), and there’s a bunch of great imagery we’ll cover below. But before we get to that, let’s focus on the resolution.

It reveals a broken family structure: Mother was sick and felt shoved away, Father Changed Things, and the child ended up on a destructive path about following god.

Now when I talk about not boxing things in on one level, I’m going to break down this family a bit.  We’ll also just totes ignore the Joseph-the-Carpenter tattoo on the pastor that clearly has NOTHING to do with Joseph behind Dean only an episode ago and the entire Emperor theme with the sun behind his head. After the whole Mary behind Cas thing. Nope, nothing to see here. Has NOTHING to do with the generational stuff I’m about to talk below. That’d be silly right?

You also have to think of it this way. If Pastor Joe (yes that’s his FKING name) a parallel, so is his dead wife. There are levels where it was felt she was mocked, and pushed away, which tied into Amara this episode. You have your Chuck and Amara level parallel. However, on the emotional level, the mother figure that Castiel actually ends up representing is also coming due to be absent. And this is about the father's atonement with that just as much as it is with Dean having his dialogue with Amara.

On many levels. Dean and Amara’s dialogue trades of old grudges, old motivations, but also current events and learning to live in the now. 

The child, however, was still stuck in the past--a past the mother who told her to believe in God seemed to want, but the same kind of duty Castiel became aware of needing to change in the past. But she got stuck in it.

While she judged people by their sins, Jack and Castiel end up finding the poor unfortunate man judged by Lust, after an entire aside Castiel had with the pastor about one of the victims struggling as a gay man and what-not; For Reasons(TM). But this is an arcana post, not a “point out the obvious fucking screaming queer text and subtext being put in blinker lights this episode” post, so I’m going to generally show that the misguided and wrathful child thought she was carrying out God’s will.

And then I direct you to my Lust tag.

I have far longer stuff on it, but if you skim, you’ll find the loudest message is about not letting a wrathful god judge or punish you for sins. It involves the Whore of Babylon as a symbol of power riding a beast that represented (Aleister) Crowley; or in this case, Rowena riding Crowley to power, but also birthing and rearranging a new world. I point back to the demon in question, and then I gesture to the stuff about Castiel’s impending storyline overlap.

Did other sins get punished, sure; the one girl got greed, for example. If you check my posts on the Lust topic, there are other forms of debauch actually associated with lust beyond just carnal lovers, but the message about ignoring god’s wrath and making the new world remains in-tact.

This is the kind of wrath enacted by the girl. Who is furious about how the aeon changed. Because you changed everything, dad. They don’t worship God, they worship You.

So here’s the fun question: Is this a child of man furious that man is no longer the true god because Chuck in the corrupted Emperor path has changed the world to his whims, just flipped? That is to say, that they no longer see the Shadow as The One True God? Or is this someone throwing a tantrum on Chuck’s behest that the world of man is being reclaimed? Or is it a generalized moral of all of these things contingent on the choices The Ones -- Sam and Dean -- make moving forward? And what of Jack inevitably feeling like he has to do Dean’s commands, with the task laid out to destroy God as mapped by Death, in the inevitable absence of Castiel?

Now this has drifted a wide-berth from speaking of the Empress herself, which I’ll roll back to. I had mentioned, for example, the pink. So let’s talk about why that is.

The Empress is the Matron. While she goes through many forms, this is sort of the central or individualized one. She represents a fertility in preparing to birth the new world. She holds a blossom, she takes a pose I’m not gonna bother breaking down in this post, and she is crowned in a sphere that is passed to her from the Emperor which she will wear until the next aeon from their union is born.

She is represented by the moon, and though her child will eventually become the new sun it must first be the earth, her emperor is her current sun; the son is the reflection of the father in the eyes of the mother; the Empress Moon lets the Emperor Sun shine on her face and brings life to the earth in their union, and again, I point back to the Marriage of the Minds post.

Now, see that bird in the corner? That’s a pelican. It’s frequently associated in old alchemy as the mother giving her life, as part of the birthing process is also death, for her next generation. I have spoken in the past that Byzantium itself is an ideal example of that. The pelican has intensive alchemical implications, but it was believed she “fed her child from her own heart.”

Okay cool so there’s just a bleeding heart right there while Jack struggles with feeling like he has to deal with this alone, while Castiel tries to insist he doesn’t, with the renegade child taking it upon herself to carry out god’s work and essentially going mad/bad. Castiel not wanting to let that all fall on Jack.

There’s also giant posters about THE WORLD and a mirror shadow Safe Place poster which I’m not even going to talk on much beyond gesturing vaguely at my Shadow tag and Universe tag and move on, but I will take particular note of the hands reaching out to Cas and the world as a vague gesture to once again stick a pin in.

I mean there’s a few other themes I’m going to point out for general notes: hearts everywhere,

Some stuff on Day and Night and hands all over/handholding, which I’ll point to my talk on Absence for false dichotomies

And an admittedly offtopical “lmao fuck this news screen”

But with that, I move forward:

The child here was dressed almost EERILY like Mrs Butters, for the record. And uh-- /wore her cross upside down/

They both kind of represent the same thing of misguided ideals, though Mrs Butters proved able to be reasoned with at the end and went to go return to nature where she belonged, just as man should return to his place some day free of god’s machinations; but she didn’t break her cycle and her fate is to be decided after this by court and what-not, which.. you know, fine.

But that’s a note worth passing re: Mrs Butters, but again, it needs to fall to generational; child vs parent, with Mrs Butters being the lightly lamia-associated elder who lost her sons and went mad trying to protect them according to how she had been commanded, just like this story, too, comes to misguided commands in absence.

Add in of course that Butters pointed out Jack was “too much like his father”. This, of course, was a shot at Lucifer in a way, but the serpent she evoked isn’t truly symbolic of Lucifer in our show, it’s about humanity. And uh, who is synonymous synced to in SPN? Even ignoring the relevance of the serpent to the Emperor? 

Throughout this episode, Jack waltzes around imprinted on habits from Dean, taking on the weight of the world, sacrifice, doing it alone, and inevitably, small bursts of anger.

While... Amara tracks and polka dances sideways across the Mary issue of idealizations vs realities, of the Now being more important than the Then. Fandom gets stuck on how unfair it was to Dean and considers it torture which, human perspective, fair. But Amara isn’t thinking on your human level. In fact she very loudly flags around how Dean (and frankly, the audience) doesn’t properly perceive the scope of what she even is. 

Castiel, driving home, continues to try to be an improved parent. He talks with Jack, and tries to tell him he doesn’t have to do this alone. But Jack is stuck in that rut, and it’s a rut Castiel knows too well. He’s walked these paths and the audience has walked these paths and he can’t let the child handle this alone, though Jack declares it isn’t his choice. Jack has surrendered to what he believes Death commands of him, what the job is.

It’s going to be about choice.

But right now, Jack is too much like his father. And I point back to the Moon, who lets the Sun shine on her face, perceiving the world as a reflection of the Father, of Soul in the eyes of the Mind. This is the path to teach their son to avoid just as much.

Meanwhile, Castiel is punched in the FACE basically by Jack saying not to tell Sam and Dean he’s turning into Soul Bomb Take 2. He doesn’t want to worry them over something he can’t do anything about. Congratulations, Castiel is now living the mirror of Jack knowing the Empty deal and Sam and Dean not being told, and you can SEE the reality of it ALL slam him in the face. Not just because Jack blowing up would negate the point of his sacrifice; I don’t know if that even really plinks his mental armor; but the actual magnitude of that kind of secret.

Burying my clown brain’s fierce desire to talk at length of small details like Cas opting not to wake Dean up in the room, we see a recursion-yet-subversion at the end. 

We cut off, here, abruptly. In context of the episode, we know Castiel has at least learned one lesson and is going to try to tell Dean about his deal. But on some level, this all enmeshes thoroughly to Castiel’s Empty deal. Do I think Cas is going to tell the Empty deal in 16? No, I’m gonna guess on some level Sam gets his hands on it around 17 maybe, or nobody at all finds out--or at least Dean himself doesn’t find out--until 18.

In that time they *still* will not have stopped Chuck, that won’t be until 19. So I really wish this arm flailing about “oh god they’re making it all about Cas saving Jack and then dropping it!” would stop because man guys, I’m tired, I’ve been writing you the roadmap on this for two years and haven’t failed yet, pls listen.

Even after episode 18, Castiel’s role is inevitably going to be to take the burden from Jack. ...And Dean will too, but you won’t really even start to wrap your heads around the how and the why until at *least* 16 covers the Emperor path better in scale of the generational family. That’s going to be a joint thing.

Yes, I’m saying that’s going to be a joint thing after the Empty.

The show has taken a highlighter repeatedly to the fact that Jack was neither ready to rule or remove Chuck and that it was all a bad idea. Like “Then who?!” yes HMMM WHO. 

Who is sitting here following the path of all of these individuals in this very episode? Do I need to gesture people to literal years of Castiel being associated with every one of these women’s central stories in my meta, make everyone read literal compendiums of it to get the where and why, or is it at least enough in the collective subconscious to be recognized?

What is Rowena doing? What is Rowena doing, right now? She unbirthed an entire realm and is restructuring it; where people go only where they deserve to go, where they aren’t as boxed in but certainly aren’t out there being shitheads for the sake of being shitheads. But man, if only there was SOME ONE ELSE lined up on this whole lunar path, somewhere, with these women.

(For more on the blossom, see my Albedo tag)

For the full context and, frankly, mental breakdowns about 15.13 and what all that amounted to, I point you to the tags I linked above in discussion and lead-in to this post, because I’m not going to re-tread that ground right now.

But Castiel’s deal has always been about saving Jack. Castiel has been the Empress all year and before it. He will continue to be the empress, symbolized as feeding her young from her own heart, and--well, like that above gif (and also like 15.09, but with Sam in that generational rotation), receiving the sphere from the Emperor (Dean) and passing it to the new aeon to be reborn. Jack is the new Aeon. the mother will protect this at any cost.

But I don’t know why fandom pole vaults into assuming then that the Emperor suddenly has no place in this fascinatingly interwoven play. They are part of this cooperative birthing process together. Even in and beyond Death. As it is, there’s parts of Jack’s resignation that will inevitably tie to Castiel with Dean in 18.

As always, the case is a warning tale, but just what side of it you take really depends on where the characters choose to step. Is it a warning of man stepping away from god or god changing the rules on man? 

Even Amara’s message is multifaceted: Knowing when to walk away on your own path is not the same as betraying someone. And it’s only going to be by Dean’s manipulation that she would consider it, while he is in fact lying to her; but that’s NOT going to come without a long term price. And frankly, is itself a message for the endgame of this show, with some people thinking taking ones’ own path is tantamount to betrayal. It is not. But what matters it the truth. And the choice. And remembering that we all have a choice.

And what of Cas, after the Empty then?

My soul went to heaven, big surprise.

In order to be in the Occultum, the Occultum must be in you.

To know what he, himself, is also worth, Castiel will have to make that place within himself. And that will also be the place for his child, and his family, and humankind as he has come to adopt as his people.

...But there was a two step phase to that spell and I remind you Rowena wasn’t alone in that image.

The pink of fertile rebirth.

For more on the Empress, click here. 

Anyway

#CASTIELSUTERUS2020

[rhirhidamiengurl666]

At this point that I will have a written full blackened deathcore album soon. This song about humanity's pathway to self destruction.

Heavily influenced by Cattle Decapation, Oceano, Filth, Slaughter to Prevail, Distant, Six, Funeral Wake, Six, Aversions Crown and Aeon of corruption, Worm Shepard.

Where all light die

The decent of humanity had begun

Corrupted by their own arrogance, greed and ignorance

Behold the road to self-destruction for the blinded human fools

Gaia is on a warpath for extinction of the human race

XXX

Hell fire burns brightly from humanity’s sins

Feels the wrath of Gaia at hand

This is self-destruction

Hell on Earth that is created by humans’ own corrupted hand

XXX

The dark legions celebrates the end of humanity

Peace really means reloading your weapons of mass destruction

Primal bloodlust never bred out of our lovely species

We are the true antichrist within ourselves

The rulers of our domains of hell we are

XXX

Hell fire burns brightly from humanity’s sins

Feels the wrath of Gaia at hand

This is self-destruction

Hell on Earth that is created by humans’ own corrupted hand

Behold our self-destruction at hand

XXX

The gullible population on both sides had failed to open their own eyes that the elites are playing a game of mental warfare to divide, put fear for control, power and greed

Fucking hate and fear sells

Pulls the blind folds off your eyes to see the real world

Behold the skeletons and rivers of blood from the victims of the endless witch hunts

I am the scapegoat to blame for your own misdeeds

Fuck Humanity that you shall burn with me

We are blinded by our own darkness within.

The light of redemption is slowly becoming dim.

We must fucking struggle to fucking learn in this hellish plane.

As we as a dangerous species descends into the fiery netherworld.

[kazeshinigami]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖

(repost don’t reblog)

basics

NAME: shuuhei hisagi NICKNAME(S): shuu, hisa-hisa AGE: 140+ SPECIES:  soul / shinigami

personal

MORALITY:   lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey  / evil RELIGION:   more or less shintoist SINS:   greed / gluttony (as in overindulgence) / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES:   chastity / charity (not strictly monetarily) / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE:  404 not found to honor tousen’s teachings KNOWN LANGUAGES:  japanese, broken english

physical

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average HEIGHT: 181 cm / 5'11.5" WEIGHT: 67 kg / 148 lbs SCARS / BIRTHMARKS: three prominent scars down the right side of his face, scars on torso (where Tousen stabbed him), scar on right shoulder (where Lille shot him) ABILITIES / POWERS: shikai, bankai, expert level of swordsmanship, kidou, shunpo, and hakuda, with mastery of kusarigamajutsu RESTRICTIONS: fights with one foot a half-step back, prefers not to kill when possible, pushes himself beyond sane limits

favorites

FOOD:  sweets DRINK: sake PIZZA TOPPING: gouda cheese MUSIC GENRES: nu metal, traditional japanese, romantic (as opposed to baroque or classical) BOOK GENRES:  philosophical non-fiction, distopia, japanese classics, boys love MOVIE GENRES:   drama, romance, biopic, documentary SEASON:   winter CURSE WORD:  fuck SCENTS:  chocolate, cinnamon, mint

fun stuff

BOTTOM OR TOP:  bottom (even when he tops, he’s a service top) SINGS IN THE SHOWER: only if he’s certain no one will hear him LIKES PUNS: yes

Tagged by: @katakurah​ (ty aeon!!)

Tagging: (shrug)

[narrows-nights]

Mythos

At the center of the known universe, there rests a supermassive black hole, towards which all matter is slowly drawn inwards, until it explodes outwards, resulting in an entirely new universe. This fact is integral to the big bang theory, the foundation of human understanding of how the universe is made. The qualities of black holes, whether the garden variety or supermassive variant, are mostly theoretical; no light can escape, and presumably any living matter entering one would be crushed beyond all hope of survival, thanks to the immense gravitational pull.

There was something else in the nucleus of the universe, far more horrible and unknown, hidden from prying eyes.

The entertainment in Azathoth's Court never changed. The Gods and their servants danced and undulated madly to the tunes of whining flutes, and accursed drums, playing out random beats unfit for anything with ears, and anything with a mind comparable or understandable to that of men. Azathoth himself, a being the size of a galaxy all his own, was the chief among Gods, singularly the most powerful being ever conceived; in his power, his mind was comparable to something like a sea slug, or a pebble upon a driveway, unthinking and unfeeling, simply existing and jawing mindlessly to the music. From Azathoth, other beings, things known as Gods, were created in fission: Shub Niggurath and Yog Sothoth were the first sentient beings born into chaotic existence, the first to have thought, and want.

“I wish to look outwards.”

Shub Niggurath was the first to grow restless. Yog Sothoth was intelligent, but easily entertained; he concerned himself with the baser delights of existence, music and movement, rather than anything more sophisticated.

“And why do you wish this, o mighty Shub Niggurath?”

“I tire of these flutes.”

“And of the drums?” “I tire of those, too.”

“Why do you tire of them?”

“Because they never change. They are the same, and I wish for something different.”

“But outwards is vast, and fragile.”

“I am unconcerned with its fragility, o infinite Yog Sothoth.”

“Then it will be destroyed by your gaze.”

“Then we will find a way to avoid this fate.”

With no option left, Yog Sothoth and Shub Niggurath appealed to Azathoth’s empty mind, and pooled together their power, creating a remedy, able to walk among mortals and report what it saw to its creators.

It would be named Nyarlathotep.

Nyarlathotep, unlike Shub Niggurath and Yog Sothoth, was created with purpose; he was to serve as the messenger, the mouthpiece and the soul, of the growing Court. In his beginnings, Nyarlathotep was just as abstract and bizarre as his creators, but in his interactions with these beings, these burgeoning civilizations, he formed personality, and morality. Unlike those who had created him, he not only thought, but learned.

As the only equals who could consider themselves as such, Yog Sothoth and Shub Niggurath entered what would be described in eldritch tomes as a relationship, but in reality was more akin to violent fusion and separation, two beings testing their very existence, and their differences, against one another.

“I do not wish for you to be banished, o infinite Yog Sothoth.”

“It is unavoidable. Our Sultan does not approve.”

“I do not care what he approves of.”

“Nor do I. He is afraid of me.”

“It is possible.”

“He would be right to be. Even banishment from this material existence will amount to naught.”

“It will amount to me missing you.”

“You are my sister. We will always be connected.”

“You are my brother. We will always be connected.”

Unknown to both Shub Niggurath and Yog Sothoth, a remnant of their union would remain, a gestating form hurtling through space with no home, until it crashed upon an unremarkable rock in a far corner of the cosmos.

It would be named Cthulhu.

The Court grew further, with continued experimentation and fission; Nyarlathotep had spawn of his own, a being associated with a peculiar yellow sign known as Hastur, and many lesser Gods that could barely think, or communicate, simply gravitating towards the center of all things, the nuclear gathering known as Azathoth's Court. Happenings on other worlds, the course of other races, were toyed with and effected profoundly by the whims of this Court, and yet the outcomes would rarely be known, the wants forgotten just as quickly for new desires. Initially filled with childlike glee at his duty, and his freedom, Nyarlathotep became bitter and jaded in the face of such unchanging chaos. Cursed with intelligence, with man-like mind and desires of his own, Nyarlathotep would never be free from the nonsensical whims and forgetful minds of his creators, and found himself cursing Azathoth himself, filled with hate and spite at the chief of his progenitors.

Nyarlathotep was not alone, but in his unhappiness, he would not know it for aeons to come.

The word of Nyarlathotep, and the denizens of the Court, resulted in myriad cults springing up across the universe, unable to be counted or differentiated in their heretical beliefs. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same, until humanity grew, and became more cosmically aware than many other races. Earth had previously been home to several other races, The Great Race of Yith, the Flying Polyps, the Elder Things, and even Cthulhu himself had left their marks long before the first human left his cave on two feet; although humanity had no knowledge of what had come before, they stood on the shoulders of giants, and as such, glimpsed sights they were not meant to see.

Nyarlathotep was the first to take a fascination, in humanity. In all the races in the universe, he felt that they were the most like him, and yet infuriatingly inferior; he was smarter, more cunning, infinitely more powerful than anything the humans could count among their ranks, and yet he communicated with them with such ease. A morbid discovery was made, as an Egyptian Pharaoh named Akhenaten, swathed in gold robes and surrounded by followers, allowed his instincts to guide his hand in the creation of profane symbols, and self sacrifice; his humanity was given to Nyarlathotep, in exchange for power, and although he received life and wealth everlasting in return, Nyarlathotep himself found himself receiving the greater prize.

When glimpsing the form of God, even with their greatest efforts to appear mortal, it was almost inevitable to go entirely mad; the human mind, the limited form, was not meant to grasp such immaterial sights, glimpse such biology and color that did not exist in their world. In seizing the nebulous, abstract attribute that was humanity, Nyarlathotep assumed a human form, a swarthy, handsome man in rich clothing. This was a form humans could grasp, with ease, and with it Nyarlathotep's influence could grow; with this, his possibilities to poke and prod the course of human development increased infinitely.

Toni Eugene Magboh traded his humanity for so many sins Nyarlathotep could scarcely keep count; a man of lust, gluttony, greed, he became a deformed shapeshifter known as a Boogieman. Once a British soldier, fighting with the loyalists in America, Toni E. Magboh would live the rest of his existence in abject hedonism, only ever seeking ways to keep his wealth flowing, surrounding himself with beautiful women and delicious foods.

Nathaniel Mack traded his humanity for his life, dying in a trench, most of his face removed courtesy of a German grenade, in the Great War. He became unkillable, but did not heal from his wounds, eventually losing any ability to speak, or feel, spending his days as a mercenary, knowing no other talent.

Clarence Rigby traded his humanity for the same, a starving Irish immigrant lying in the streets of New York, taken in by the promises of a dusky man with the devil's tongue. Rigby found his body occupied, as Nyarlathotep wished; rather than creating a new form, from the traded humanity, he would take Rigby's body as needed, forcing him into a life of servitude everlasting.

Geiman Boothe traded his humanity for freedom, arrested for a myriad of child killings. A simple, ugly creature, Geiman became even uglier, becoming the second Boogieman, able to continue his killing spree everlasting, and gorging himself on the fear of the children he preyed upon.

From each sprite of humanity Nyarlathotep gained, he had a new form to walk amongst men, something material and conceivable, malleable and bursting with potential. Each form moved independant, a new iteration of Nyarlathotep to fulfil his own wants, his own desires, but his actions were noticed by the Court. Yog Sothoth, existing outside of time and space, began to manifest on occasion, a triad of glowing orbs that would appear to weak and desperate women, leaving them with wealth, and abominable child in their womb. Rituals were performed, invoking the name of Shub Niggurath, successfully tearing her from the Court of Azathoth and demanding she stand before curious humans, leaving them with her own lesser spawn, shed like skin cells, massive tree-like creatures that knew nothing other than hunting, and devouring. Hastur himself walked among men, gaining his own sources of humanity, observing and assessing the seemingly insignificant race for his own ends.

"I wish to walk among them."

Nyarlathotep was taken aback. He feigned surprise, but raged with jealousy; humanity belonged to him, and him alone. What gave the Court the right to take away one of his few sources of entertainment?

"And why do you wish this, o mighty Shub Niggurath, Mother of a Thousand Young?"

"Do not play to my ego, Crawling Chaos. They fascinate me."

"And why do they fascinate you, my Mother?"

"They rise above their station, even knowing the cost. Time and time again, they approach flame, and are burned, and yet they try again."

"They're hilariously stupid, aren't they?"

"I wish to walk among them. I wish to understand this... determination they possess."

Nyarlathotep stirred, and twisted with unease. Introducing such an immensely powerful being to such a fragile planet would surely result in its destruction, something Nyarlathotep had fantasized about doing with his own hands, in his own way. This course of action would surely get every living thing on the planet's face blown away, like dust from an old keepsake.

"This is because your old sibling, The Gate and the Key, has been spawning with human women, isn't it?"

"You irritate me, Messenger. You irritate me profoundly."

"You could attempt to touch their minds. Your progeny, the mighty Cthulhu, sleeps, and dreams in the minds of humans. In his reach, he even creates Star Spawn from-"

"This induces madness, of the immensely violent sort. When the Gods reach out, we rarely find suitable minds to sow our seeds."

"And what makes you think I'll find you a suitable vessel?"

"You will make one."

"And how would I-"

"Once again, you insult me. I am aware of how you hoard humanity, and create vessels from such a thing. Create one for me. A pure human, with no knowledge of the greater cosmos."

"Why would you want such... ignorance? Such idiocy? The average human is no better off than Azathoth. They cannot grasp what I am, let alone what you are."

"I wish to understand them, and I can only do so with the mind of a human. I wish to be born, and to grow."

"You really won't like it. It's dreadfully slow, and very ugly. Not to mention all the mess."

"Cease your speaking. It is an undesirable trait that you insist upon keeping. Allow me to be born, a small fragment of my mind, and when that vessel dies, I will understand the whole of human creation.

With no option left, Nyarlathotep abided this wish, placing an indescribably small fraction of Shub Niggurath on Earth, with a source of humanity, to be born.

She would be named Samantha.

[thehedgelabyrinth]

[Chapter 0] Morningstar

What is a god? An idol that is worshipped. An omnipotent being that is both celestial and divine. They tend to be the creator of all life as we know it. We are their creation. Mortals, golems made come to life by fusing atoms, cells, organisms, living tissue merging with the ethereal "soul". A human being is what we became, and the plain we thrive on is the mortal realm, where nothing is permanent. Earth compared to Elysium, is a wasteland of sin and terrors with scattered oasis of peace and order.

The creation of humanity became self sufficient, they could reproduce, build and provide. However, with time, a dark stain would consume the innocence of man as they became more self aware. They became self serving, selfish and arrogant, questioning their own creator and turning their back on the enlightened ones. This made my god, Eos very sad, left with little choice but to let them walk freely unto a stormy world of unruliness and chaos. Mankind would soon learn what took my god aeons to understand, pain.

And so, mankind in defiance continued to thrive, to live the life they thought they wanted but soon would learn that on this side of the realm, everything had a price. Weakened by discord from one of his subjects, and casting out a beloved vessel of light, this was the last straw. Eos, needed time to heal old wounds, but a beast stirred in the bowels of hell, slithering around in the abyss, waiting for the day to strike the heavens. The outcast now made a strong whisper to the ancient beast all the encouragement it needed, it sprung from the depths of darkness with the outcast riding on his back and an army of darkness behind them toward the celestial gates. There, while the good of man was being tested below, celestials and infernals fought in the heavens. The outcast broke through defenses until reaching the holy sanctum. He found our god Eos sitting on his throne, listening and replying to his tiny creations. The communication suddenly stopped. Prophets will remember this day as the day God left us all alone. Faith would become even more vital now for mankind.

Meanwhile, upon a throne carved out of white stone, a river of blue flowed from an open wound. The outcast had stabbed our beloved Eos straight through the heart. "I know this won't kill you but it will buy me some time…" the defiler said as he plunged his blade deep into the gap. "I will find "your children" and break them. Bring them to my side, fill them with my darkness and at last my will shall be done. I will be the new god your creations will adore. You will wither and turn to dust. The wise bearded god looked up at his once proud child. "What has become of you Lucifer? You had it all but this greed, this hate, this pain...where did you get these things? You lived in heaven, a place where there is nothing but peace and happiness, my child, even as ancient as I am, I do not know how you became so tainted."

Lucifer simply smugly smirked at the weakened Eos. "I met someone else who showed me the way. The truth. I was but a tool to you."

Eos shook his head with eyes shut. "My child you were always loved. Please do not do this."

Lucifer hopped off the throne,leaving the blade in place. "Any moment now my brothers and sisters will break through my forces and disintegrate them where they stand. Their power is divine, because of you of course. So I will leave them a present, they will never be able to forget about their brother again. The massive serpent appeared from the shadows casted by Lucifer upon the throne. The snake coiled around Eos locking him in place.

The archangels Gabriel and Michael rushed through the hordes. The armies of hell banded together and created a tidal wave of terrors, abominations and monsters that crashed against the celestial's cavalry but to no avail. Seraphim stood at the forefront, casting powerful spells that disoriented the infernals. Allowing Michael's forces to strike at their flanks, while Gabriel followed with his own angels and cleaned up those that ran off the battlefield.

Through the sheer chaos of war, Gabriel stretched his wings out and jumped into the air, spearheading into a gathering of powerful demons. Legionmakers, is what they were called. Before the infernal captain of the guard could say the word, Gabriel had chopped his head clean off. He looks to Michael now standing in a putrid, foul stench pool of demon's blood and points at the sanctum. "UP AHEAD BROTHER, OUR FATHER NEEDS US." Michael signaled his archers to rain holy fire upon the monstrosities. To us mortals this battle went on for days but for immortals it was only half a day. When Michael stepped through the big doors he felt the cold blood of Eos flood the room. He ran in without hesitation until he reached the throne. What he saw broke dear archangel Michael, the warrior. Eos was still alive but he had no limbs, nor eyes. Lucifer was long gone. He retreated with what little army he had , riding on the back of his favorite beast.

Archangel Gabriel arrived to comfort Michael, he held him in his arms. Gently patting the back of his head. "We must bring the vessels to him Michael. We have to." Michael bitterly sobbed, screaming in despair. Gabriel looked on with the light in his eyes fading fast. Numbness was taking over him. Their creator was barely breathing, and no heirs to continue his legacy. Michael and Gabriel finally stood back on their feet, they called upon the Seraphim to heal what they could. They purified the wounds, closing them up.

"He is stable for now, but he needs much rest." The leader of the Seraphim said with much gravity. "In this state, our creator is vulnerable."

The two brothers quietly stood by watching the somber ritual of locking away their divine father in a box made out of marble, protected by a spell to ward off all evil.

Michael stepped forward toward the holy reliquary and placed his hand over the glass pane, where he could still see his creator, peacefully dormant. "I promise, their obsidian towers shall crumble...their false king will die by my blade.... Forgive me, father."

And thus begins this dark tale of the fall of a god, heralding a new dawn of chaos... But there is hope, in the form of seven souls, chosen by the creator himself that will bring forth, the age of Enlightened....

[To be continued]

[mnemosys]

Biography:

Default: Alas, the unfortunate mage has met with a cruel fate. In the rondo of tragedy, what will you sacrifice in order to leave the world better off than you found it?

Bond 1:

Class : Ruler  Rarity : 4* Attribute: Earth Traits: Divine, Male, Humanoid, Pseudo-Servant, Threat to Humanity Alignment : Lawful Neutral Height/Weight: 162cm ・ 75kg Gender: Male

 Shiro’s life was far from normal, before he ever willingly set foot into Chaldea. Originating from a broken family, with no specific talents or goals in life, he wandered aimlessly for a place to belong. As a Master, being a jack of all trades with a hefty penchant for the arcane was his only edge.

Bond 2:

The veil crumbles and reality mixes with another. That’s not his real name. That’s not his real face. Whatever he was once, was now lost. He is nothing more than a prism, refracting the cyclical nature of life and death.

Bond 3:

 An avatar of something greater or a phantom trapped in between irregular timelines. While he still holds the potential as a Master, his mana is unstable and should be used mindfully. Without a clear method, his purpose is to put an end to humanity’s suffering.

Bond 4:

Frowned upon by his own kin, he chose to walk the path of cosmic horrors.

When nobody listens, she breathes into him an ear-splitting hoot of hooves that rattle the Earth and rip apart the sky. What purpose would the Great All-Mother have with an average cleric?

The Remains of the High Priest:

In the original timeline, in a place far from Ordinary, the boy willingly took upon the mask of the Black Goat and, for a steep price, became that which humanity fears most: its own reflection. He sang gospels of the Satyr and the Great Old Ones as an avatar of their own, the conductor of depraved belief and wicked peace.

This irregularity seeped through the innermost fabrics of reality and has changed history forever. Wherever this ghastly preacher roams, tragedy will follow. Not even his very first Chaldean incarnation was his original self. Does something as uncorrupted as that even exist anymore?

His mental resistance is strong enough to withstand the consequences of meddling with the occult – or, perhaps, he has gone mad from the influx of forbidden insight. So mad, in fact, that it has become his normalcy.

The Ruby of R’lyeh:

 An unique, cursed artifact called Ruby of R’lyeh, engraved in monstrous teeth and tentacles, straight from the hellmouth of Cthulhu. People who gaze at it or touch it may receive insight at the cost of their sanity. 

Horrible Visions B: 

Horrible visions of the past haunt him. Unable to escape the memories forever, he turns the corrosion of his being and the nightmares into a virtue. Do not open your mind to his gospel. Some things are better left unknown.

Bond 5:

The sin which he can never escape stems from the faulty wiring in his human nature. It must have! Greed, envy, jealousy, hatred, love, despair, feelings of uselessness – a recipe for disaster.

The girl he sacrificed, the broken friendships and bonds and the thousand knives stuck to his back, topped off by the bittersweet love he twisted into poison - Shiro doesn’t believe that he will ever be forgiven for his selfishness to render humanity catatonic, which put all of this into motion. All he can do is repent by offering his aid, forever, until all glimmer of hope is extinguished or until somebody wipes out his entire existence from its roots.

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Status

Strength : D  Endurance : A   Agility : C   Mana : EX   Luck : D   NP : B

Active Skills

1. Ruby of R’lyeh – Increases party’s NP gauge by 15%. Every party member loses 700 hp [Demerit]. Reduces damage taken by the party for 3 turns. Increases party defense for 3 turns. Increases party attack for 1 turn. 

2. The Remains of the High Priest – Seals one enemy’s skills for one turn. Increases party’s NP generation rate for 3 turns [20%~30%], applies [Guts] to party for 3 turns [resurrect with 20% of HP]. 

3. Zymoticism – Inflicts [Defense Down] for 3 turns to enemy when attacking with arts cards [3 times] (self). Inflicts poison for 5 turns to all enemies. NP seal (one turn) to one enemy.

Passive Skills

1. Strange Aeon EX - Increase own debuff resistance by 25%, Increases own debuff success rate by 25% 

2. Horrible Visions B – Increases own arts performance by 10% 

3. Item Construction (Odd) B – Increases own healing received by 8%

Special ability

The [Doom Track]

Each time Shiro uses his NP, a [token] gets added to the [Doom Track]. Each [two tokens] (every 3rd NP use), the recovered HP of the party increases to [30%] and his own max HP increases by [10%] for 3 turns.

Noble Phantasm

The Ancient One stirs and aid arrives 

Classification: Anti-Army 

Type: Arts 

 Effect: [Debuff resistance] down to all enemies. Applies [max 1 random debuff per unit] to all enemies. In addition, applies [Restoration of the Flesh]* – instant HP regeneration [20%], defense up [60%, 1 turn delayed]

 *Additional effect, applies after casting: If the enemies are [poisoned], Shiro will gain [Stun] and [Taunt] demerit for 1 turn. Gain 15 critical stars. If active party members [other than himself] suffer negative statuses, randomly allocate them to the enemies. If the enemies have transferable buffs, randomly allocate them to party members.

[ravkralj]

In the realm of Final Fantasy X , Nikolai inhabits the fayth of the banished aeon , Diabolos. This heavily embodies @killthebxy‘s canon with their respective Final Fantasy X verse , but separate threads can be requested.

In his time on Spira , Nikolai was the young ruler of an imperial nation that stretched from the lands now known as Guadosalam to the shores of Mushroom Rock. In a time where magic encompassed Spira in every fiber of their being , Nikolai’s nation was thriving with summoners and pyreflies alike , with those that could cast , transcending even death. Their lives spent on Spira merely continued in the Farplane , when borders between the two remained stable. However , the body that would soon become the nation of Yevon opposed the unlimited and unfettered power Nikolai’s realm held. It was this greed for power that soon sparked a war between the two , and the downfall of a great civilization and their king. Summoners that betrayed and defected Nikolai would soon start up the foundations of Yevon and their beliefs , including imprisoning these powerful spirits in stone which would later become the fayths of lore. 

It was a cruel practice that required the cost of a summoner’s life in order to call upon these divine beasts called aeons , and there were many famed ones that lost their names long before later civilizations arose in technological advancements. As tensions flared and reached a standstill between the nation of summoners and that which sought to control them through a systematic belief system of manipulation , Nikolai resorted to becoming a fayth in a last-minute effort to give his country the power they sought out for: that of Diabolos. This daemon was borne of eternal night , and terrified its adversaries. While the powers of summoners kept Nikolai’s legacy going long until after his death , Yevon was determined to take away the former king from the last connection they held onto the physical earth. Saboteurs were sent to the resting place of Nikolai’s fayth , attempting to steal it back to Yevon so that the power of the Diabolos could be harnessed for their respective summoners. However , a strong series of storms stalled the hauling of the fayth , and with the many attempts of thievery from the thieves , it ended up being lost and washed in the basins of Mushroom Rock. For eons , this fayth was forgotten to the records of history , letting the leader who once led a nation of summoners slumber for eons.

In the current present of Final Fantasy X , It’s after Sin’s appearance on Mushroom Rock , post the joint-operation between the Crusaders and the Al Bhed failed horrendously washed up on its shores. The millennia which passed from Nikolai’s time preserved the fayth , but had melded the borders between vessel and aeon. From his awakening and rebirth , Nikolai was aware he was the monster , and the monster was him. 

In this wake of death , it saddens Nikolai to see how Spira digressed into a spiral of death , wrought on by Sin. However , in his time roaming about , Nikolai quickly adjusts and takes up a façade of a privateer on the seas near the isles of besaid , kilika , and to bikanel island. it’s in besaid that nikolai meets jon to accompany him on his pilgrimage , much to nikolai’s chagrin. it’s then that he gets told of the machina war between yevon and zanarkand , and the events which transpired with the waning of summoners in history’s past. 

[universeoffantasy2023]

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