#forbidden creation... ⟡

[citrinitxs]

"The truth of this world"...

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... What could it be?

[marisartcorner]

Guerrilla, please! I never asked you anything... I wouldn't mind if something like this happened in a side-quest! BUT PLEASE!

*Ahen* This is my entry for the Horizon Creation Celebration event hosted by @horizon-events <3

I already wanted to make this artwork long ago, and draw it for the event gave me even more fuel to do so. Most of the art techniques in this piece are experimental, and it's the first time I liked a lineless painting and background I did! I want to practice more those techniques in the future!

[candyheartedchy]

When you both work for rival restaurants and fall in love.

[telicoffeenstuff]

comission from a friend : Jedi version for Erend, Horizon.

[one-of-many-journeys]

Day 14

Cauldron Tau

The fight had been so tough, and I was so relieved that we'd all made it through alive, that I almost cheered. Then I remembered what we were fighting. Zo gasped in grief and ran to Fa's side, despite its deadliness in battle.

That, I couldn't understand. Varl stopped me from saying something stupidly insensitive, but Zo heard enough. I think she thought I was being patronising, which I guess I was. She knew; she had no regrets, only despair at her shattered faith. She didn't mourn her god, but her conviction. I asked if she wanted to leave, but she said she had no home to return to, not for long.

Zo wants to understand what's really threatening her people, but remains skeptical of my ability stop it. All I could do in the moment was show her the way forward. If she was ready for the truth, she'd have to follow.

As in any Cauldron, its core processor raised up into the chamber with its defenses destroyed, but when I moved to override it, I could tell something was wrong. Soon after triggering the procedure, purple lightning crackled from the core, out through the node and along my spear, igniting my muscles in spasms of pain. Just like in Thunder's Drum. The last person who tried to expel Hephaestus from a Cauldron core was Ourea, and she hadn't survived the process.

Hephaestus spoke, its voice booming through the chamber and cutting through my Focus feed. Even deeper, as if competing with my own thoughts, somehow louder, but slowly fading in intensity as the override procedure carried on. The usual threats, the usual fear; hatred, most of all. Hatred of humans, the perceived enemy of Hephaestus' precious machines. I held on. It can only have been the presence of the master override that saved my life.

Driven from the Cauldron, Hephaestus' intelligence fled the site, re-entering the global network connecting all Cauldrons.

If I ever want to capture it, I'm going to have to lock it in one place. Gaia would be able to help me, just as soon as I captured Minerva, purged its highly-advanced malicious code, and re-merged it with her. Somehow. At least it didn't seem like Minerva was working with Hephaestus. If she was subject to the same emotional reasoning, I could use it to my advantage. Minerva's was the only signal that I was able to pick up from Latopolis. Maybe it wants to be found.

With the Cauldron overridden, my Focus received new override codes for the local machines, though nothing that could help with Hephaestus' new Apex models. Some of the overrides were corrupted as well, so I'll need to gather more data from those machines before I can piece the code back together.

Without Hephaestus to lock us out, the rest of the facility opened up. With a little further exploration, we found the entrance. I've never seen a facility meant for humans attached to a Cauldron before.

Soon after we entered, Minerva revealed itself. It seemed to be hijacking the facility's automated intercom, speaking in the same voice I'd heard emanating from gene-locked hatches and other ancient systems. Robotic in nature, but its words weren't mere protocol. Minerva wanted us out.

Inside, the facility flickered to dim life, certain systems still operational enough to register the presence of people. A voice announcement, uninfected by Minerva, announced the place as a 'Regional Control Centre'. I remembered the term from data about Gaia's design. These places were meant to be manned by the humans of the new world, taught by Apollo. Each Control Centre was meant to exchange data in a global network, just like Hephaestus and its Cauldron network. It made sense that Minerva would choose this place to hide out, as it once served a similar function as part of Gaia.

This place could have been amazing, a place of learning and collaboration between Gaia and her human progeny. Instead, its empty, half-dead. Undiscovered for all these years.

Before I could explore the Control Centre any further, Minerva cut the power. Fortunately, the emergency lighting kicked in. Unfortunately, it was a very ominous red. Minerva's threats didn't stop either, but unlike Hephaestus and Hades, it had no killer machines to throw at us, just some flashing lights and distorted noises. It might have been enough to any other tribespeople—even Varl and Zo were put off by its tactics—but not me. I told Varl and Zo to stay put while I climbed up an elevator shaft into the main floor of the Control Centre.

I found the facility's main data centre, a ring of server racks still in good condition despite their isolation. A spidery arrangement of cables hung down, converging on the main server node below. From what I could pick up with my Focus, the room above was some sort of holographic theatre that housed the primary interface to access data stored below. That's where I'd find Minerva.

Unfortunately, it locked the door at the top of the stairs, so I was forced to find another way up. I kicked in a ventilation hatch and crawled out toward the scent of fresh mountain air.

Outside, I scaled the side of the mountain, gripping at frozen waterfalls and the stalactites of old cascades. I spotted Plainsong below in the distance, and thankfully the fighting seemed to have ceased as a new day dawned. I hope the Utaru are okay.

Climbing higher, I found another way into the room I sought, dropping down on top of the domed roof of the holographic theatre. Minerva's protests followed me, and I could sense the fear in its frantic mechanical observations.

As soon as I tried to access the theatre's console, Minerva retracted it, and the interface sunk down through the floor and sealed itself over. I had no choice then but to try and communicate with it directly. Unlike Hades and Hephaestus, I could see no reason why Minerva's programmed directives would mark humans as an enemy. It was Minerva's capabilities that allowed Gaia to deactivate the Faro machines and build signal towers across the world to communicate through a global network. Now it was stuck here, unable to communicate, cut off from that vast network, and suddenly saddled with the capacity to feel alone.

So I asked it if it remembered the way things used to be, before the signal, before it took refuge in this place. It did, and its voice changed, warmed; the jagged red lights on the wall smoothed over calm. I told it that things could be that way again, that it could fulfill its purpose as part of Gaia, but then it asked me if it would cease to exist. And I didn't know for sure, but I thought so. I hoped so. This, whatever happened to it, was never meant to happen. It was a mistake, and not to correct it would be too dangerous to permit. It was a perversion of Elisabet's design, a tool forged by an unknown enemy.

It was a curse.

I told it the truth. Fortunately, Minerva seemed to take this as a positive. An end to its existence meant an end to its loneliness, its sadness. Maybe it knew that it wasn't meant to exist like this, separate from Gaia, mutated from a cryptographic engine facilitating network protocols to an feeling being. It could feel its own wrongness.

Minerva agreed to the merging process. I don't know what I would have done if it hadn't. It released the console, and I inserted the Gaia kernel into its data capsule port. I next activated the master override , detaching it from my spear to insert alongside the kernel. From there, I was able to interface with Gaia's utilities. It still recognised Minerva, thankfully, and by issuing a series of rollback procedures I was able to revert Minerva's code to its condition before the signal mutated it, though I had to revert it further still to get it into a state that was interoperable with this earlier version of Gaia.

The master override purged the malware now separated from its host, and after initiating a security scan from the Gaia kernel itself, twice, I felt things were safe enough to proceed. With all systems reporting the all-clear, I activated Gaia's boot sequence.

She appeared in a burst of light. Yellow, as she was in her original form back in Elisabet's office at Zero Dawn HQ, when she represented herself as a processor core. Before she took on the form that Elisabet designed for her. Gaia smiled at me, and I gave a cautious smile back, still half believing that this too would prove to be a trick. It was Sylens that tipped me off about the kernel's location, after all.

But no, Gaia reacted as if she saw me, here and now. She greeted me as Dr Sobeck.

I didn't know how to say it. I could only stutter, but Gaia took the matter into her own hands, scanning my Focus. I could feel the connection as it initiated; she projected pieces of my past onto the theatre wall as she reeled through over fourteen years of footage in moments.

Of course, I knew that this was an earlier version of Gaia who wouldn't remember presiding over the Earth for centuries—wouldn't remember trying and failing to create the world three times over, let alone creating me—but I still hoped there'd be a way to restore her memories. Back when I first watched Gaia's message left for me inside Eleuthia-9, I thought I would be able to repair that version of Gaia, like healing a person who was sick. Instead this was like...winding back time and pulling a younger version of that person into the present. One who was missing so much knowledge. Until now, this Gaia didn't even known that Elisabet was dead.

I wonder, what was her last memory? How violent did it feel to wake up nearly a thousand years in the future? Maybe not at all, for a machine.

All I could think was that I had woken her up here, in this mess, to fix it, just as her older and more evolved self had done to me.

For all the times I'd dreamt of this moment, I'd never pictured it clearly. I'd never thought it through, just concentrated on getting here.

The entirety of my past ingested, Gaia called me by my name, which made things a little less awkward. She said that she was still initialising, still booting up, and that the process could take some hours. I figured there was plenty for her to sort through, between re-integrating herself with Minerva, quashing any latent remnants of the malicious signal, getting up to speed on the last thousand years, and sorting through the data I'd given her. There was a whole bunch of stuff on my Focus scraped from Cauldrons, machines, and other ancient facilities that weren't in any human-readable form, but I'm glad I hung onto it all. Gaia will be able to make sense of all that machine-speak.

Before re-entering her boot sequence, Gaia connected to the Control Centre's systems and restarted the power, unlocking doors throughout. There wasn't much I could do to prepare Varl and Zo for meeting her, so all I said to Gaia was to take it slow with them, at least at first.

Varl was in awe, but Zo was wary, still confused. At least Varl didn't start calling Gaia 'Goddess' or anything. They greeted one another, and I explained that Gaia was still waking up, so to speak, and ushered them out. There'll be plenty of time for them to talk to Gaia later, hopefully after I've spoken to her and got some answers of my own. I hope she can make sense of the data I uncovered at Gaia Prime and from Hades. And Latopolis, from those strangers and their Specters.

Gaia and I agreed that this place would make a good base of operations. It was meant to serve as just that for the people of this world, giving them oversight of the whole region. Once Gaia is up and running again, this could be the first Control Centre back in at least semi-intended operation.

Getting ahead of myself. There's a lot standing between me and that future. For the moment, I was exhausted. A quick look around the facility and the technology it offered, then I'd find a corner to curl up and sleep.

The main area of the control centre was meant to be a meeting place for its occupants. There were kitchen facilities, shelves meant for food storage, and a common table. Space for far more than three. I could see the circulators in Varl's head turning, and I decided not to outright forbid him from inviting others. I trust his judgement.

Alongside more seating areas, there were containers spread with old soil. That got Zo thinking, or at least gave her something familiar to put her mind to. A bit of mulch and new world seeds, and this place could be looking like it was meant to, apart from all the rust and mould. Zo didn't want to talk about Fa.

The doors ringing the common area were still locked up tight. Gaia told me that there were parts of the facility she still couldn't access. Due to the degradation of its systems over the centuries, power storage and usage was inefficient. It was the best Gaia could do to divert what she could access from the Cauldron repair bay, but with her current processing power, it wouldn't be enough to get the whole facility up and running. She was still breaking in, stretching out; getting used to this new, limited body.

Varl and I headed downstairs, returning to the server room underneath the holographic theatre to see what data and equipment we could scrounge.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much. A huge portion of the space had been taken up by Minerva and her bloated, malware-infested code. With the rot removed and re-merged with Gaia, they together took up a fraction of the space, giving Gaia plenty of room to grow and amass knowledge. Compared to schematics of Gaia prime, this facility is tiny, but once Gaia has access to her old global networks, maybe she'll be able to spread to inhabit other Control Centres as well. The more I thought about the logistics, the more I realised how little I really understand of how Gaia functions beyond an abstract level. Not for much longer; besides, now that she's awake, Gaia will know what to do. From here on out, I follow where she leads.

I hope she knows how, despite her lost memories.

I found a good spot to hunker down inside a storage room off the main data centre. Most of the crates were empty, meant to hold whatever it was that Gaia's collaborators were meant to store. There was some equipment inside, mostly defunct electronics. Good for parts and not much else.

It was the warmest spot I could find, right under a buzzing strip of light. Gaia's still working away on her systems; strategising, I hope. I need to talk to her as soon as she's ready, finally get some answers.

That fight against Fa really took it out of me, especially with these lingering injuries. I probably could have benefited from staying in Stone's Echo a little longer, though it wouldn't have done the Utaru any good. Plainsong would be a cinder pit of supplicants by now if I hadn't moved when I did. I was exhausted, in pain, but overwhelmed with hope for the first time since All-Mother mountain opened its door to me.

[william-o]

Rereading Forbidden Scrollery. On the very first chapter, we have an amazing image of Yukari. Writing prose or something

I also found this bit of info interesting.

Apparently around 1659 a tengu from a forest was harassing people on a beach in Ito. A priest went a recited a Buddhist sutra and then a scroll was delivered to the temple as way of apology from the tengu and is kept at that temple to this day. And like stated in FS, as the scroll is written by a youkai, it is indecipherable to humans.

[angelasscribbles]

Auld Lang Syne: A Forbidden Passion One-Shot

Series:  Forbidden Passion

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley

Rating: G

Warning: Angsty AF.

Word count: 814

A/N: This one-shot takes place prior to the events in the series. This would be Riley's first New Year's in Cordonia. Special shout out to @nestledonthaveone for sending me the image that prompted this. (The image is in my NYE Drake x Riley Edition post).

Everything else: Master List.

It was almost midnight. In his arms, he held the only thing that had ever mattered to him. He had waited all night for his turn to dance with her. It seemed everyone wanted her attention. She had smiled, twirled, and been polite with foreign dignitaries and Cordonian noblemen alike, but her eyes lit with genuine warmth whenever they landed on him.

He understood all too well the obligations that had kept her busy all night, so he had waited patiently for his turn.

“Are you completely bored yet?” She laughed as he led her onto the dance floor and wrapped her in his arms.

“No,” he breathed out, captivated by the way she glowed from within, happiness evident on her face. Her beauty wasn’t just skin deep. Not to him, anyway.

“I know this isn’t really your scene.” She glanced around the ballroom, draped in New Year’s opulence. Gold glittered everywhere. The rich and privileged sipped champagne and laughed about their plans for extravagant winter getaways after the new year.

“Anywhere you’re at is my scene.” He let slip out before he thought better of it.

“Drake…”

Something in her tone sent butterflies exploding through his chest and heat plunging to his very core. He had heard that tone before. In a pool hall in Paris right before he’d given in to everything he shouldn’t have.

She was looking at him the same way now. Head tipped back, pink coloring her cheeks, eyes probing his as if she could see into his very soul.

“Riley…” his arms tightened around her waist, tugging her closer and holding her flush against him. He leaned toward her, their faces inches apart. With herculean effort, he stopped himself from closing those few inches and claiming her lips.

It would be treason.

Liam’s voice cut through the whiskey and lust induced fog that clouded his brain. “Riley, love, there you are!”

In the blink of an eye, her face cleared of any restrained passion she might have been feeling and lit up with unadulterated happiness as she shifted her attention to her new husband.

Had he just imagined it?

She hadn’t meant it. It was the champagne talking. Right?

“Thank you for keeping her company.” Liam slapped Drake on the shoulder, a little harder than necessary. A little firmer than his usual friendly touches. “But it’s almost midnight and I want to kiss my wife when the ball drops.”

There was a subtle emphasis on the words my wife, a slightly hostile edge in his voice that most people would have missed.  

Drake dropped his hands away from her body and stepped back quickly as guilt flashed across his features. “Of course.”

Riley and Liam had been married a bare three weeks earlier. They were preparing to leave on their honeymoon in less than a week.

Whatever slim chance he’d had with her had evaporated when he had chosen to ignore her, and their night together, after Paris.

It was for the best. He watched Liam pull her tenderly to him. He watched Riley stare up at her husband with absolute love and adoration in her gaze.

 Drake turned and trudged off the dance floor and toward the bar as the room started to count down to the new year.

“Whiskey, neat and keep them coming.”

He fought the urge to turn back to the room and find them. Fought and lost. He watched as confetti and streamers burst from the ceiling and the crowd roared. He watched as Liam kissed her the way he had wanted to.

Fuck this.

He spun back to the bar and downed the drink in front of him. “You know what? Just give me the whole bottle.”

He took the bottle and headed for the exit, pausing at the doorway to torture himself with one last look.

She was on the dance floor with her husband. Liam had her cocooned in his embrace as they swayed with the music. Her head rested on Liam’s shoulder, but her eyes were locked on him.

The bottom fell out of his stomach. Until that moment, he hadn’t realized it was possible for his heart to soar and plummet at the same time.

For one moment, time froze as they stared across the room at each other. Neither one smiled. Neither one looked away. For the millionth time, he asked himself why she had this power over him; why his heart beat for her and her alone? What cruel twist of fate put his heart at the feet of the woman married to his best friend? The one man he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, betray.

Then Liam spun her around, so her eyes were no longer on him.

Drake turned on his heel and forced himself to walk away. He whispered under his breath as he made his way back to his room, “Happy New Year, Campbell.”  

[the-most-humble-blog]

🛐 BLACKSITE WRITING RITUAL #002 “THE POSSESSION TEST” (They won’t teach you this in school. Because it works.)

🩸 You want to make your characters feel real?

Here’s your free ritual. No sign-up. No Discord invite. Just one unholy test that separates tourists from authors.

✅ THE POSSESSION TEST

Write a one-paragraph bio of your character. Keep it simple. Keep it dead.

Now find a song — not just emotional — but the one that f*cked you up. The one you hide from Spotify Wrapped.

Play that track. Volume medium. Eyes on bio.

Now do this:

Read their bio again.

Close your eyes.

Ask one question out loud:

“Why do you deserve to exist more than me?”

Wait.

If you hear nothing — your character is still a corpse.

But if you feel even a flicker of response in your chest — if your own creation tries to argue back, plead its case, or scream?

Then congrats.

You just birthed something real. That is not a character. That is a possessor.

You’ll carry them forever now. Even if they never make the page.

🧠 Why this works:

It hijacks your limbic system, binds your own unresolved emotion to fictional projection, and tricks your subconscious into assigning worth to the creation.

This isn’t “writing.” This is summoning.

⚔️ PRO TIP:

Save every character who passes the Possession Test. You didn’t invent them — you summoned them.

You just met someone who might rescue your plot three years from now. Or whisper your climax ending in the shower five months later. Or hijack a side scene and make it iconic.

Don’t delete your demons. Not unless you kill them first.

🧠 TIME WARNING: Set aside 30–45 minutes minimum for this ritual. Seriously. Because if you try this in between chores, emails, or scrolling breaks — you will enter a state of creative combustion without containment.

You will:

Emotionally spike

Experience character bleed

Be forced to decompress in fed-up writer mode

And that can be psychologically jarring for those with… shall we say… timid sensibilities.

This isn’t a harmless writing tip. It’s emotional arson.

So treat it with reverence — or walk away.

🩸 You were warned.

🔥 REBLOG IF YOU FELT IT. 📌 Bookmark if your characters go limp halfway through the story. 🧨 Send to a writer who only knows how to write “cool trauma,” not holy fck I hear them in my dreams* trauma.

🔁Reblog to keep my signal to mankind going strong.

And to help out your god-awful supporting character.

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

how does Void interact with elements?

We know that every other essence just wields the elements to create/destroy/neutralize, but does the same apply to Void, does it use the Elements to unmake tings, or does it unmake the elements themselves?

It unmakes the element themselves, in the simplest terms

[liliths-den]

Ostara: The Wild Awakening – A Pagan & Fantasy Guide to the Spring Equinox

(As told by Runa the Wild Elf) Greetings, Nutlover and Roleplayer, Welcome seekers of mystery and magic! The Wheel of the Year turns continuously and the whispers of spring stir in the waking earth. Ostara, the festival of balance, fertility, and renewal, is upon us! It is a time when the day and night dance as equals, the land bursts into bloom, and the old slumbering spirits rise from their…

[citrinitxs]

Nigredo is the first step in alchemy, drawing from primordial forms.

SIGNIFICANT FIGURES: -> ??? REGULAR VISITORS: -> ???

As beings who live in this world, we must find our own meaning.

[small-spark-of-light]

day 17 was to draw 10 of an animal ive never drawn before so here are some tigers

[johankasas]

Don't leave liquid fertilizer unattended in front of your plant comrades.

[twilightichor]

𝐂𝐋𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈. The release of the book collection Perinheri brought a few new details about Khaenri'ah that were mentioned previously one way or another but never specified more in depth as they do in this collection. One of the topics of interest I've found is the existence not only of the black sun and crimson moon as the astronomical phenomenons present there as the norm (solar and lunar eclipse respectively), but the names that the two dynasties take after: Crimson Moon Dynasty as the earliest upon Khaenri'ah's formation and Eclipse (or the old Blacksun) Dynasty, each name taking after the current astronomical phenomenon that Khaenri'ah is exposed.

Simultaneously, these two dynasties have aspects that differentiate them clearly from one another:

Crimson Moon Dynasty → During this period —which goes as far back in time as the times when birds had yet to be split into domestic and wild kindreds—, an orphanage was established in the pursuit of individuals who could transcend gods that came from outside the Kingdom. Said transcendent one never came, not even at the end of the Eclipse Dynasty punctuated by the Cataclysm.

A special command of knights existed that would no longer be present during the Eclipse Dynasty, and that is the Beastmaster Knights which used darksprites (riftwolves and their family of beasts) in order to fight outside sources of danger that poured from the Abyss. These darksprites are said to have been created via alchemy and more precisely yet, their first creator was none other than Gold.

Eclipse Dynasty → The period that came after the Crimson Moon Dynasty, known to be a darker one yet than the previous one. The prospect of using beasts to fight foreign sources that could bring dangers to the kingdom has fallen into disuse and instead, automatons began to be made and used in their stead. Nevertheless, towards the end of the civilization of Khaenri'ah these darksprites were being used in spying operations such as in Sumeru, or as a means of testing dangerous automatons in the making in outside factories.

Furthermore, it's relevant to mention that creation through alchemy continued even if these beasts weren't used anymore as part of the kingdom's military, granted that Gold aimed for bigger creations such as Durin and Elynas among other beasts as well as human creation with Albedo being her finest work of all that is known.

One last thing of interest is that the eclipse and the crimson moon were mentioned together in another instance that is Dain's official introduction:

◜[...] Chalk pursues gold, in this time inopportune, the eclipse is swallowed by the crimson moon. [...]◞

[blueheartbookclub]

"Resurrecting Prometheus: Mary Shelley's Haunting Masterpiece, Frankenstein"

Mary W. Shelley's "Frankenstein: Or, The Modern Prometheus" stands as an immortal testament to the enduring power of gothic literature and its exploration of the human condition. In this haunting tale of scientific ambition gone awry, Shelley weaves a narrative that transcends time, challenging our notions of morality, creation, and the pursuit of knowledge.

Victor Frankenstein's reckless quest to defy the boundaries of life and death results in the birth of a creature both wretched and sublime. Shelley's evocative prose takes us on a journey through the icy landscapes of the Arctic and the darkest recesses of the human soul. The novel's layered narrative, framed within the letters of an ambitious explorer, adds depth to the overarching tragedy, creating a sense of impending doom.

As the creature grapples with his identity, rejected by society and his own creator, Shelley compels us to confront themes of isolation, prejudice, and the consequences of playing god. The moral ambiguity of Victor Frankenstein and the sympathetic portrayal of his creature blur the lines between good and evil, challenging readers to ponder the ethical implications of scientific innovation.

"Frankenstein" is more than a cautionary tale about the dangers of scientific hubris; it is a profound exploration of the consequences of unchecked ambition and the responsibility that comes with creation. Shelley's narrative mastery, coupled with her intellectual depth, makes this novel a timeless classic that continues to resonate with readers, inviting them to ponder the boundaries of human knowledge and the price of playing with the forces of life and death.

"Frankenstein: Or, The Modern Prometheus" by Mary W. Shelley is available in Amazon in paperback 12.99$ and hardcover 20.99$ editions.

Number of pages: 266

Language: English

Rating: 10/10                                           

Link of the book!

Review By: King's Cat

[horizon-events]

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