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goneahead · 1 year
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I know now how the pines felt, in those heady first few days, when flowers bloomed for the first time. I understand how their resin dark hearts cracked and they spread their arms willingly to the cold forgetfulness of snow. You are four states and nine hundred miles away, and oh, how I know what the pines felt, when the fickle butterflies abandoned them, forever… ~~~~~ weird fact: butterflies are much older than flowering plants
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slowfalter · 7 months
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The garden’s proudest daffodil
Reminds me to correct my posture
The magpies overhead
Fly so close that I can smell them
The beer I said I wouldn’t drink
Is going down seamlessly
Grey and purple hellebores
Hang their sullen heads at me
There’s not a single cloud
Not that I don’t like clouds
I’m writing in my notes app
Instead of taking in the scenery
Who can say that is the wrong way
To spend the afternoon
When for the first time in years
Even though I’m alone
It’s the perfect cloudless afternoon
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instruth · 9 months
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THE SEEDS OF MEMORIES
the seeds of memories,
vulnerable, then comes
a gentle breeze, stored
in the wind tunnel
awaiting a harvest day
awakened, oh calling wind
whispering a silent melody
a song of the whippoorwill
twigs, leaves, a nest
family by a memory instinct
the sprouting stalks dangle
waltzing to the wind dance
spores sway to their display
the genes intermingle
a tapestry of living memory
©Johnny J P Lee
08 July 2023
A Gogyoshiren Poem (15)
Photos Credit J. P. Lee
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infamouslyroggylives · 8 months
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Water therapy
Or the likes of it
Manifestation
and only goodness
Water is good
its particles
serenity seeking
Seek equilibrium and balance;
speak into a glass of water
as if a prayer, as if a mantra,
as if a life-saving tonic,
as if a soul-replenishing sustenance
and water delivers, and water redeems
and water cleanses
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Six of Cups
“i set my deadfall hands on fire — swallow the ashes,” i wrote and laughed as these words turned black with rot
in two months,
i am no longer inside the skin burning away vividly at the feet of the sun god. i am not a body at the crematorium with matchstick-fingers and gasoline; my bones are whole, pure, pearly, quiet white.
i have been holding my breath, waiting for the smoke to clear without choking. i no longer want to write about the flames and the embers and live-coal hearts; i put my poems down, my cigarettes and pitchfork and step into a gentler flare, and stick my tongue out to lick the sunbeams — they’re warm against my taste buds, like honeyed milk and hibiscus stews.
i am four years old once more, sleeping soundly on my mother’s lap.
— fray narte, "six of cups" || may 16, 2022, 9:10 pm
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manicpixiedeadgirl · 2 years
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so i'll press my palms above my lids,
and through the holes swear not to peek, 
tap my shoes the shiny shade of red enough times, 
til it's the hundredth candid of us,
imprinting our skin onto the grass-strewn field,
smiling with our sets of leftover baby teeth,
our "problems" in endless games of houses as heard from adults 
things had no choice but to be right,
and we'd embody the colors of the setting sun,
grabbing at it quickly and hungrily our grubby little fingers.
-exiles of playground kingdom
-caela m.
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artymys · 2 years
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Elemental Combination
Sept. 5 2022
I awoke tired today, but rested...if that makes sense
My body was worn out, but my soul was rejuvenated
And I look at you
And all I see is purpose, strength
Like our Aries/Virgo souls
I am fire, and you are my air, and when your oxygen hits me just right, my soul is ignited, my passion is furious, and we combust into one
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sonder-paradise · 11 months
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𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐂𝐮𝐭𝐞 — 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤
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◊ ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro, reo mikage, gn!reader
◊ genre. fluffy fluff, potentially ooc, don't perceive me this is pretty on-brand
◊ shoutout to @planetxiao @starglow-xx @my-neighbor-todoro for enabling this 🤭
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— 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐘𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢
there's something about the way he hyper focuses on the screen in front of him. his lips purse in a sort of frustrated pout and his eyes analyze each and every one of the little players running back and forth on the laptop.
"isagi."
nothing. you repeat his name once more before he pries his eyes away. he blinks at you as if readjusting to the way you stood there.
but he flashes you this nervous, silly, little grin that has you filling with this horridly giddy feeling in the confines of your chest.
"sorry. what's up?"
"oh, you're so cute."
the words tumble from your lips just as quickly as you thought them and isagi stares at you, red-faced and unsure what exactly he did to illicit such a reply.
"w-wait, what??"
you scoop his face up in your hands which only makes his blush worsen. beaming at the poor boy, you give him a peck on the top of his head.
"nothing. what do you want for dinner?"
"no, no! let's go back!"
— 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮
when he comes speeding back into the apartment with a wide grin on his face, you don't have a choice but to be the 'okokok' to his 'lalala.' if you get what i mean.
whatever it is he's found, he's bouncing and abound all while telling you about his little shopping trip.
"look, i found us matching cardigans!"
he puffs his chest, whipping out the two toffee-colored cardigan with pretty little stitches and flowers decorating the sleeves. you can practically see the stars in his eyes.
"do you like 'em?"
you laugh, "god, you're so cute."
without missing a beat, bachira smiles even more, offering one of the cardigans to you. "yeah, i know, but we could be cute together if you wear the cardigan!"
"alright, alright."
you take one off his arm and slip it on over your shoulders. the fabric eases onto your body and it envelops you in a plush hug. "how do i look?"
he nods, clinging onto you now. "see, now you look cute too."
— 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐇𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐚
tumbling back into chigiri's arms, you drunkenly grin at the way he simply rolls his eyes at your behavior. after a splendorous night out, it seems you've come back a little more than tipsy.
"what did i tell you about pacing yourself?"
"pacing, smacing. i'm alive, that's what matters."
he sighs, smiling at you while you sunk down on the couch. bending down on one knee, he slips your shoes off one by one.
you find it a little amusing that the princess is the one taking off the shoes rather than trying them on.
at your giggling, he looks back up at you, reaching up to cusp your cheek gently.
"what?"
you take his hand in your own, smiling mischievously. "has anyone ever told you, you're the prettiest in the world?"
he pauses, turning as red as his hair. his eyes can no longer meet yours especially when you start peppering kisses on his fingertips.
"cause you are~"
"alright, alright, i get it! now let's get you some water...!"
he swears, you're going to be the death of him.
— 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨
his breath falls gently against your skin. his arms envelop you in this warm bubble. with his chin resting atop your head, he's watching some video just behind you.
you shift, squirming underneath his arms and readjusting yourself just a bit away from his chest. he takes note of your actions, pausing the video to look down at you.
"something wrong?"
shaking your head, you take his face into the palms of your hands. a serious look crosses your face and he raises an eyebrow at you.
"i just realized something."
"what?"
"you... are incredibly cute."
no reaction appears from his sleepy expression and simply he stares at you before plopping his chin back on your head and unpausing his video.
"sei!! you're suffocating me!"
of course, he'd rather have you buried away while the pink in his cheeks fades.
— 𝐑𝐞𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞
what a peculiar sight. you stand at the entrance of the doorway, blinking at the figure currently wrapped up in a frilly apron and leaning against the counter.
it seems there's something in the oven that's enraptured reo's attention since he doesn't even notice your arrival. but you slink towards him anyways.
"reeooo...!"
he jumps, backing up and immediately going into defense mode. but upon noticing your grinning expression, he flattens his own.
"why didn't you say you were home?"
"i did." he flushes a light pink upon hearing that.
"where'd you get the apron?"
he glances away, crossing his arms over his chest as if to cover the little cutesy logo printed across it. the pink and white apron somehow matches him rather... perfectly.
you lean closer to him, foreheads kissing as he avoids your line of sight.
"it's cute." and just as he spots the teasing look in your eyes reo immediately snatches the apron off him.
"aw, wait no! put it back on, please!"
"nope! nope!"
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shokiren · 5 months
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chapter 2: someone's got a crush!
a/n: this is HORRIBLE but here <3 i wrote this in the middle of the night so pls cut me some slack lmaoao NOT PROOFREAD‼️‼️but idt theres any mistake since i js looked thru it real quick <3 but tell me if u find any
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you swear you're gonna rip your ears off.
you're not able to sleep after a tiring day, all because of your neighbour. not exactly because of him-- his loud friends.
various loud voices ring throughout your quite apartment through the thin walls that seperate your house from isagi, your neighbour. you can only huff in silence as you sit up and groan.
you decide that you're gonna tell them to quiet down a bit.
you get out of your oh-so comfortable bed and slip on the fuzzy slippers your cousin had gifted you on your birthday, claiming they were the comfiest thing she had ever worn-- she's definitely right.
after wearing your slippers, you quietly make your way to the front door, unlock it and walk towards isagi's front door.
you raise your hand and,
you knock once, no answer.
twice, no answer.
thrice, no an–
the familiar face of your pretty neighbour greets you, his stature towering yours. his features are highlighted because of the warm lighting. he gives you a smile and asks,
"is something wrong?"
you break out of your train of thought and correct your posture, "oh-- no, no, i was just wondering if you guys could, you know, lower–", before you could continue, you hear a cheery voice from inside.
"guys! it's that pretty neighbour isagi was yapping 'bout!", a fairly tall man with purple hair tied back chimes in, not caring to lower his voice for his friend's own good.
when you look back at isagi, he looks like he'd just lost million dollars.
"i'm sorry, i don't know what he's talking about– i'll tell them to keep it down.", and with that, he shuts the door in your face.
you flinch a bit but then smile to yourself softly.
he talks about me?
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wearethewitches · 2 months
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Could you maybe gives us a bit of a peak, or insight about the fics you put up to vote? At least maybe the top 3? No pressure, just very curious!
oh i can DEFINITELY do that!!!!!!
Shadowheart, time travelling cleric of Selune; Shadowheart/Aylin/Isobel
disclaimer: i don't have stuff written for this, so i'm copy-pasting a paragraph or two of my vast, vast selection of notes for this fic. i generally write a synopsis of every chapter for my planned fics.
Shadowheart wakes the moment her tadpole is given, protected from Shar's influence and marked for all to see. White hair. Sees everything from a new perspective, shocked at how loyal Lae'zel is to Vlaakith and how genuinely sad everyone else is. Whole thing about being a cleric of Selune instead of Shar, and getting rid of her armour. Gives the relic to Lae'zel and doesn't believe the Emperor when he tries to convince her he's a friend; only Selune's mark protects her divine knowledge of the future and she advises the Emperor not to touch her thoughts unless he has to. Ends up being the party leader for the most part, though abstains from speaking to strangers; adopts their pets without pause and asks Mol if she knows how to find Nine-Fingers, etc., gaining her trust after refusing to steal the idol.
2. Jaheira/Karlach; "Hero Worship"
i do actually have fic written for this, as it's only a one-shot, but i got distracted and forgot to finish it, so when i'm in the mood, i will be finishing + posting this in full - so watch out!
‘Tired?’ came the teasing voice of her best and worst nightmare, Jaheira reaching over to flick a clump of sweaty hair off her eye. The druid laughed at her suffering, ‘Feeling lonely, Karlach?’ Say my name again, the tiefling thought. At Jaheira’s attention she straightened, knee knocking against the table leg, cursing as the abrupt movement nearly spilt hers and someone else’s tankards everywhere. The other tankard, she realised as Jaheira reached to catch them, sliding into the other seat, was Jaheira’s. Shit, she’s sitting across from me. Shit, shit, shit-
Mwahahahaha......and finally-
3. the next chapter of (Selûne, thou) with softest starglow.
oh boy, but have i got a treat for y'all with this one. i've currently got 9k of what i think will be around 40k for the next "chapter" (genuinely wondering if i should split it at some point, tbh. might make it easier, but also ruins my three chapters for the acts, and interlude and epilogue game i've got going) - and i have a new spotify playlist, dedicated exclusively to selune thou.
because i'm nice, i'll put some of the new chapter under a cut for you. how much of it, you ask? oh....only about 350 words. should be enough to make you go "wtffffffffffff!!!" and that's the kind of reaction i love. again, you should expect the new chapter to come out in late february, at the earliest.
enjoy!
excerpt from chapter 4 of selune thou
Smoke billowed from the centre of town, a tower of blackened soot and ash as the house burned, despite the veritable sheets of rain.
‘Fireworks,’ Jaheira rasped, eyes distant as Halsin scrubbed lathered fingers through Shadowheart’s ruined hair. The few other adventurers—Jaheira and Shadowheart having been joined by Lae’zel, Valeria and Astarion that morn—were bitter as they explained the conspiracy to harm refugee children. Exploding toys, Isobel found, were not even the extent of the problem.
Her daughter, mumbling through a bread cauldron of soup, said, ‘There was a house, with a basement full of fireworks. We’re going to track the bastard who lived there down—Astarion was suspicious about what he might have had stashed there, and he was right. We put two and two together. Then I set off a trap. The new family barely made it out faster than we did.’
‘It was like something out of a play,’ Shadowheart hissed, batting her purpling hand against Halsin’s convenient thigh. ‘Oh, you aren’t Loviator! Stop it!’
Isobel watched as the gentle druid halted Shadowheart’s flagellation, quiet words in her ear calming her in seconds. Halsin, she’d discovered, was quite the specimen—and although she was immune to his particular charms, he’d clearly set his sights on more than one of Valeria’s friends.
‘Why does her hand hurt?’ Yenna whispered rather loudly from the other side of the barn. Halsin’s oddity, Minthara had called her, before giving her—and her cat—a tour of the camp herself. Isobel refused to forget what she had told them.
I have known the pain of losing a child to violence.
‘She is cursed by the goddess, Shar,’ the drow explained to Yenna, voice grave, ‘who kidnapped and converted her to Shar’s, quite honestly, ridiculous tenets of loss. Shadowheart rediscovered that she was a Selûnite acolyte quite recently, and so the curse is doing its very best to remind her who took advantage of her for nigh on forty years.’
The young girl’s eyes—her skin pink underneath, a sign that Isobel had best give her a look over sooner rather than later—went wide, before she looked to Isobel and Aylin, asking Minthara, ‘How many Selûne followers are here?’
‘Counting Valeria-’ judged Minthara, grimacing. ‘Four.’
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chocogi · 1 year
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Alchemist’s Assistant pt2 here
In which I got bored and forced Albedo to find a Skychild in Dragonspine
Albedo sighs, the wind whipping through his ashy blond locks. He tugs his coat closer by habit; he does not feel the cold.
He ducks into Starglow Cavern to avoid the snowstorm, before looking around absentmindedly for mint samples. There was something he needed to confirm, and he wanted to brew mint tea, or maybe make mint jelly as well, to indulge in.
He hums quietly, pulling out the mint stalks from the snow-covered ground and whisking them away to a small pocket dimension where he kept his weapon.
It’s.. peaceful here today, Albedo thought. Too peaceful. Has something happened? The alchemist sighs, his breath puffing into mist in the cold air.
Starglow Cavern was quiet today. Too quiet.
Shivering by the strange ice shard at the bottom of the cavern, The skychild stayed curled up by one of the red seelie’s court, cursing at its luck. One last time, it built up its energy to amplify its voice, and it let out a fully charged call.
Honk!
The call reverbrates through the cavern, but soon fades. It whimpers, scooting closer to the seelie court. Out of the fourteen wing charges its cloak can store, it only had six left.
The skychild doubts it can stretch those wing charges to get itself all the way to the entrance of the cavern. Especially not with it wearing the Chibi Mask that the Hide and Seek spirit gifted them.
The fur collar sown on its inner shirt can only do so much as to keep it warm.
The call echoes through the spacious cavern, and Albedo suppresses a flinch. What was that?
Summoning a sword with a gold handguard and blue highlights on both the hilt and the blade itself, Albedo starts to trek downwards, to where the call has originated.
The sword— Cinnabar Spindle— glinted under the light reflected by the snow.
The snow crunches underneath Albedo’s feet.
He wonders what’s down there. Was the call the reason why there’s no monsters here today?
The snowstorm rages behind him.
The small skychild shiver by the seelie court, flinching harshly when it hears something akin to a surprised hum. It scrambles away from the seelie court— immediately mourning the loss of the bit of warmth— with a shriek, mindlessly using the last six wing charges in a quick burst to propel itself to the top of the strange ice shard.
It whines, pained, from the sudden cold.
The source of the sound— a young man with ashen blond hair, a star on his throat and wearing a white, customized lab coat— looked surprised for a second, before he settled back to a calm face.
He steps closer. The snow crunches under his boots. The child scoots back ever-so-slightly.
He goes closer, till he’s by the base of the ice shard and it can’t back away unless it wants to wfall.
“Hello there..” He cooes gently. “I am Albedo. May I know your name?”
It does not answer, in a mixture of fear and confusion.
“Come on, let’s get you down from there…” Albedo mutters, purposefully using slow movements as he tries to reach up to it. “Come on, little thing, slide down to me. Why are you here?” He tries, but it whimpers and curls into a ball, afraid. Albedo does not look like its kin.
Albedo sighs, his breath clouding over in the cold. He backs away before using his elemental skill, placing a Solar Isotoma at the base of the ice shard. He steps on the Isotoma and it pulses, before it rises, carrying Albedo along. The skychild shrieks and instinctually move away, but Albedo refuses to be discouraged.
He extends his hand to it.
“Don’t be afraid, little thing. I won’t hurt you.”
Albedo cooes at the fearful child gently, patiently holding out his palm, waiting for it to take his hand.
“Come here.” It hesitates.
Albedo smiles, and summons a white, thin twig from Khemia, earning himself a gasp from the cloaked youth, as it scoots closer to touch it.
Its pale fingertips brush the fragile leaf by the tip of the twig, and its eyes widen as the twig starts to fade into chalk.
It scrambles to his hand, trying to cup its hands around the dissolving twig but when it peeks back in, the twig is nothing but chalk coating its hands. The child visibly wilts.
He chuckles, patting its head and summoning another twig. The skychilds perks up, letting out little squeaks and calls as it tries to keep it from disintegrating.
Albedo smiles at the enigma before him, before extending his hand closer to it again. And immediately, its filled with the hesitation it had from before.
But it takes his hand.
And Albedo waits by the entrance of Starglow Cavern, by a fire, waiting for the snowstorm to end with a buzzing, warm skychild on his lap.
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goneahead · 6 months
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North, East, South, West. No compass dares point to the Fifth Direction, the gold threaded axis on which the universe forever spins still Yggdrasil stands, roots twisting deep around subway stations and fracking pits and steel foundations, glittering satellites scraping through its branches.
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slowfalter · 6 months
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Microbes
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I found your heartbeat under your skin, under my palm, through our arms, a meandering stream, where our hearts meet, in dull harmonies, against the wind, through the window,
cigarette smoke from the neighbours house, on the air, between our lips, where our breath meets, in a singular haze, and I wondered how much of the air in this room was once ours?
I think I heard once, that the microbes in bread, match those on the hands, of it’s unique baker, like the bread is part them, and they are part bread, and I wonder how many microbes, that were once yours, live in me now?
And could I be killing bits of you, every time I drink too much, or I don’t eat enough? That probably isn’t true, but if that’s what I need to think, that looking after me, is really looking after you, then let’s allow it to be true
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ancicntforged · 3 months
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@musekaiplex | @team-vlts | @starredvisions
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"Dragonspine, huh?" More specifically the Starglow Cavern in it. Goku did feel a bit cold upon the mountain, unnaturally so, but it was nothing that a Saiyan couldn't handle. The vacuum of space was far colder and more dangerous too, so a little magical freezing really didn't do much. Taking his place in the assist area, he talked to Kiana, while looking up at the crystals. "You holding up well, Kiana? Make sure you don't overdo it, otherwise this cave might collapse on us."
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"Don't worry about me, I'm the Herrscher of Flamescion for a reason." In other words the frost-cold was negated by her heat and fire without much issue. Regardless, she took her place in the ring, summoning her greatsword, but having removed all Herrscher cores from it, sans her own. "Miss Tohru, are you ready? If the cold is bothering you, I can help you out, but I think a dragon such as yourself really shouldn't be affected by it, right?"
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illumiera · 6 months
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WIP Not-Wednesday
I've been low on writing energy as a result of Various Ongoing IRL Events™, but the fabulous @nocturance tagged me to do WIP Wednesday not too long ago (thank you! 💖) and I figured I might as well give my motivation a poke by sharing a little somethin' somethin':
When he glances up again, she is standing before him once more, and in her hands is— It's his staff, but at the same time, it cannot be his staff. “You need something to help you while you walk, and, well, this is yours,” Elentari starts as she offers it out to him, and Miraak is struck by the note of uncertainty in her voice, as though even she wonders at herself, at how it is that she can undo death and the workings of Daedra both. “When I—When I brought you back, your eyes weren’t the only thing I… changed. It seems I restored this, too, and your sword and your mask.” “Restored it?” His own voice is scarcely a hair above a whisper; he reaches out, and with the tip of a trembling finger, he traces the rivers of gold veining the varnished wood like a repaired crack in pottery, the gleaming scales adorning the dragon’s head and the miniature golden points of its teeth, and the glittering wildfire gemstones of its eyes. “No, it… it was never like this,” he breathes as his grip curls around it. “Whatever you did when you saved this soul of mine, Elentari, ‘restored’ is not the word I would use. ‘Blessed’, perhaps, or ‘sanctified’—” “I just—” She shakes her head. “I didn’t know what I was doing, not really; it could have been anything, and I don’t think it would have mattered to me. All I wanted in that moment was—” Her eyes, wide and silver-touched in the pale starglow, search his for an answer he cannot give to her. Nor would he, not even if he could: with an ache as keen and sharp as a pang of hunger, he wants to hear her speak it aloud, to hear her tell him that he is what she yearned for so much that it eclipsed all else. “All I wanted in that moment was for you to come back,” she finishes softly, “a-and I didn’t care what form you took as long as you were here.” His staff is still in her hands, but it slips from her grasp with the gentlest pull. Miraak clutches it for something to do with himself, all too aware that he would otherwise lurch forwards, crush her against him, and simply lose himself in the perfect flesh-and-blood realness of her. “And here I am,” he says with a tender, triumphant smile. Elentari’s shoulders rise and fall with a long, slow breath, as if she, too, must pause and usher herself away from the same ledge. “And here you are,” she confirms, and it’s like the shadow of a cloud passing overhead, the practised, precise way she drops the shutters and blinks herself back to stable ground. “You wanted to see the skies, didn’t you? Come on, then.”
there, a little bit of a Miraak and Elentari in a Predicament of Pining for you all! now, I tag some of my talented mutuals @bougainvillea-and-saltwater, @kiir-do-faal-rahhe, @shitty-drawer, @bunniletto, and @bostoniangirl21 to join in if they'd like to share anything (no pressure whatsoever)! ✨
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thelogbookproject · 10 months
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Starglow Release!
Suprise, it's a release! Introducing…
STARGLOW Virtual Reality Magical Girl Sparklepunk Glitchcore Action
Illuminated by LUMEN
🔗 after the cut! 🔁 (plz rb)
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Starglow is a 104-page game, a power-fantasy action game using the LUMEN engine by @GilaRPGs, customized heavily to build an exciting magical girl action game with a huge emphasis on aesthetic. Buy it at lots of places, all directed through this page: https://www.logbook-project.com/starglow DrivethruRPG: https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/439755/Starglow Itch.io: https://thelogbookproject.itch.io/starglow My Website Store: https://logbook-project.com/store/starglow
Starglow Online is the world's first full-dive RPG. With its Magical Girl-genre stylings, using the imagery of modern playing card suits to paint a family-friendly, shiny, carefree veneer, it's a fun, nearly-endless place to explore! However, there's something else going on…
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Since Starglow Online's release, there have been some glitches. This would be shrugged off, except: ~ No one is removing them, even as game-run events are ongoing ~ They all have a common theme: unlike the playing card theme of the core, the glitches are tarot-themed.
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You are ordinary players, and can mostly do w/e fun Magical Girl (the genre, it's not a gender req, be super queer plz) things you want! However, you can't outrun the glitches forever. If you die, well, it's a video game! You respawn! But you come back different. You come back Glitched.
To quickly summarize LUMEN, you play a Class, with Powers, things you can do with Resources that you're guaranteed to perform. Think like an MMO action hotbar, but costing a thing, not a cooldown. When you die, one of your base Powers Glitches. The base Classes are Hearts, Spades, Diamonds, and Clubs. Their Powers start Glitching, and once all three Powers have Glitched, they shift fully into their Glitched Class, the Cups, Swords, Pentacles, and Wands (respectively). This comes with a change of Approaches too. Then, once the Class fully Glitches, it starts Glitching back into the Modern Suit. Through this, the small number of Classes actually changes a remarkable amount and adjusts its optimum playstyle -- even as the players are never mandated to change! Because ultimately these changes are to your in-game avatar, not the person playing them (or you, the player, playing them), the mechanical shift doesn't mandate a personality change against your will. However, the new Powers incentivize leaning in and roleplaying.
This is the core of the game. There's levels! The meta bit that it's a video game frees you from reality, from being bound, and from feeling too much fear. It leads you to be powerful and bold, and the actually changing world lets there still be enticing fictional stakes.
I'll probably talk more about it some other time. It's really fun, it looks gorgeous, it's inventive and clever, it's easy, it's like 27k words, and I'm really proud of it. It's affordable too: $7 for a PDF, $20 for a beautiful POD from Drivethru (as soon as it's approved).
And for just June, seriously, one month, back my Patreon at the $3+ level and get the game, along with a bunch of other stuff: the latest LotE2e draft, the whole of Magical/Girl (it'll be gone in a couple months!), and preview versions of yet more. https://www.patreon.com/thelogbookproject
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