#dawnlion

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“i’m  going  up  to  my  room  now,  where  i  may  die.”

howl's moving castle sentence starters | open

peering up from the space she currently claimed— half of the couch, which usually remained unused aside from herself and random house guests. she currently sprawled across the cushions, back pressed to the seat as her head dangled off, shoulders half supported by the floor as hair haloed out around her head in ribbons of pink painted bronze. her mother hadn't been a fan of the dye job. esme would be appalled at her scuffed sneakers brushing against the wall. at her father's words, she squinted, shooting him that look before speaking. not that she needed to, he could hear her thoughts from a mile away, but it added emphasis to the words somehow to punctuate them in the air. ❛ there can't be two emo teens in the house at once . . . ❜

[tiredg0ds]

it   was   the   first   time   we'd   been   alone   since   @dawnlion's   return.      bella   usually   hovered,   carefully   keeping   us   separated.      she   knew   how   i   felt   about   him.      about   the   situation   she's   found   herself   in.      this   boy…      he   was   troublesome.      like   a   thorn   in   my   side,   his   very   presence   was   agitating.      i   wanted   to   threaten   him,   to   force   him   away.      to   protect   her.      but…   instead   i   choose   to   be   respectful.      for   her   sake.      only   for   her   sake.         ❝         so…      you're   back,   then   ?         is   dr.   cullen   back   at   the   hospital   ?         ❞  

[laurelnose]

how are we feeling about book of hours? or have you left your cultist sim phase

I was a bit confused by this ask bc I’m actually pretty active in Secret Histories fandom and then I remembered my activity for this fandom happens to be like, exclusively on reddit and the wikis, lmao. My Secret Histories phase has not ended, anon! I am always thinking about the Histories!!

Book of Hours: good! I find myself tripped up by choice paralysis every time I get ready to commit a History to paper (it takes so much LONGER to do a Librarian run than a Cultist run, Alex, I know you didn’t actually intend for us to replay the game 100+ times but also 😭) but it’s fun it’s cozy!

It is just flatly not as good or tight an experience as CS — some of the writing is weaker, like the proliferation of just... existing quotes from elsewhere? and the humor attempts are a little ehh; there are still missing features, tho’ yes, these are being worked on at an impressive rate; the replayability is not really there, on purpose — but Cultist Simulator is really fucking good, so BoH falling a touch short isn’t much of a criticism at all. I genuinely really like it and have very much enjoyed the lore-digging. There’s soooo much new stuff abt my problematic apostate fave 🩵 Coseley and Naenia? Coseley and an Hour from Nowhere? Delightful! The patches have been big QoL improvements. Plus I can’t discount the part where the first time I launched the game and the SH kachunk sound played it just—felt like coming home, and that feeling didn’t abate at all as I started working through the Library.

I’m waiting for DAYMARE before I start another descent (and, like, I also need to finish BG3 before Stardew 1.6 drops? besides all the holiday stuff I gotta get through in the next couple months) but I’m gonna do Magnate next I think. I’m a Moth/Lantern sucker so my past Librarians have been mostly the Twice-Born and the Prodigal. Time for Edge!

anyways here you can have a little sad Christopher fic snippet, as a treat

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The Hotel Ciervo offers a continental breakfast. You pass over the buns and pastries glistening with sugar glaze, the sausages thick and dripping fat, the scrambled eggs beat to improbable voluminosity. You do not fear to eat the food of the Long. (Haven’t you eaten enough of it between your lovers?) But you lack any appetite.

You get a cup of Dawnlion coffee to have something to do with your hands and take it into the Hart Room. Choose a table near to one of the floor-length windows overlooking the glittering waters. In the distance you can see the fog-elided outline of Raven Isle’s caldera. It’s something to look at as you nurse your coffee and wait.

You’re not sure how long it is. Time in the Isles passes more like a memory than an experience, and you’re in a poor state of mind to keep track regardless. But presently a man of middling height with his dense curls cropped close to his head pulls out the chair across from you.

“So, what was so important that you needed to come to Noon in person?”

Coseley will look just as you remember him. He always does; he has been Long for centuries before your own birth. Out of the corner of your eye you see his fingers still long and graceful, his palms smudged with the walnut ink he favors, as he sets his teacup on the table and sits down. When you turn your head from the window and meet his gaze, his face is unchanged as expected. No new lines crease the deep warm brown of his cheeks; no fearsome new depth of Winter shines out of his familiar frost-pale eyes. Further heights of the Mansus have been closed to Julian for almost as long as he has been immortal, and thus he remains as he was when he first ascended.

You know he does not see the same changelessness in your face, the face of an occultist of middling power who is feeling the march of time, for no denizen of the Mansus are you. You are, and remain, merely mortal. You must not be able to keep the desolation out of your eyes, because his brows draw together like an oncoming cold front.

“Where is Teresa, Christopher?”

[bohcards]

Dawnlion Coffee (Packet)

Coffee from beyond the great deserts.

Forge 'Fire', I once read, 'is the winter that warms and the spring that consumes.' [The principle of the Forge transforms and destroys.]

Lantern 'Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible Sun within us.' - Thomas Browne. [Lantern is the principle of the secret place sometimes called the House of the Sun, and of the light above it.]

Rose 'The rose which encompasseth all'. Nine directions to new horizons. [Exploration? Enlightenment? Hope?]

Thing 'The gentleman makes things his servants. The petty man is servant to things.' - Master Xun

Material Something with the potential to become something. If I put it in something.

Brewable Ready to be steeped, or warmed, or transformed. [Use this at a fireplace or kitchen range.]

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meta topics: food

send me a topic to meta | open

i have several unhinged thoughts and unnecessarily long ramblings about this topic so lemme do a lil tldr for the folks following along at home . . .

dhampirs not only need food but crave it

a well balanced diet helps them grow stronger ( physically & with her powers ) and to be more in control

a fullfilling diet of both balanced human food nutrients as well as blood would make dhampirs incredibly strong ( i.e. newborn level strength ) but at a high energy cost ( berserker type )

[curvein]

do you also just want to be a sigma? i don't know what that is but follow you dreams ♡

he's so supportive

[curvein]

an indie & canon divergent  𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏  from the 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 saga. by wolf. in affiliation with @dawnlion.

𝑑𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 . . .

psa. this is an anti-smeyer blog

tldr.

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you've never done anything wrong in your whole life ever *gives u a flower crown*

me? sobbing inconsolably? more likely than you think...

[curvein]

‘ you don’t have to tell me. ’

the flurry of snowflakes about a snowglobe, a scenic wintery paradise enclosed in such elegant defined glass, all slopes no edges, with whimsy and wonder and not a single, simple,‏‏‎ sadly ‎‏‏misguided hope of escape. 

an  eyeroll.  no,  that  would  be  too  unfair  even  for  a   brooding,  egotistical  teenage  cryptid  like  herself.  a  soft  breath  parted  rose  petal  lips,  having  settled  for  a  sigh  as  she  collected  what   s e m b l a n c e   of  thoughts  she  could  manage  while  reciting  the  arabic  alphabet  backwards-  this  was  admittedly  a  talent  she  had  acquired  with  years of  practice  and  plenty  of  advice  from  her  aunts.  no  rage  burned  bright  beneath  the  depths  of  her  coffee-colored  gaze  as  she  none-too-subtly  avoided  her  father’s,  only  sadness  and  defeat  and  an  unfathomable  amount  of  longing  for  a  world  of  silent,  unshared  secrets  she  would  never  know.  she  allowed  herself  a  single,  solitary  moment  to  mourn  the  loss  of  this  imaginary  paradise  before  offering  her  father  an  answer.  

❛ well, i do. ❜  she  did.  she  always  did.  because  if  she  didn’t  tell  him,  he  would  come to  know  the  moment  some  errant  thought  drifted  through  the  forefront  of  her  mind  on  a  whim.  and  so  she  had  resigned  herself  to  practicing  some  bastardized  form  of  radical  honesty  rather  than  subjecting  herself  to  any  unnecessary  embarrassment  on  a  daily  regular  basis.

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[dawn-lion-blog]

The dawn lion first entry!

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