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[eggs-can-draw]

yes join the Genshin train!

Also, just a warning don’t co-op rn with people you don’t trust, there’s thing happening rn

Ohmygod with Kaveh? I’ve heard. Fucking insane how the hell does that even happen

[lovelyoliviasblog]

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[ivandurak]

It is worth noting that, while the commissioners of the book are named, the laborer is not. In the image, he is indicated by the curious titulus over the left-hand figure’s head: ILLE, literally HE who made it. His name might not matter, but his activity does: this is the one “who suffered this for your name.” He is identified not by a name but by the pointed finger of a pronoun and the noun scriptor. The associated verb is patior, to suffer. It was not easy to make a book. “Ille” is only a pronoun and an occupation. His brothers and sisters studied in this book are freer with their names. They are the monastic book-makers of tenth-century northern Iberia, and they are generous with information. They tell us where they worked, for whom, and how they felt about it. They name themselves and date their activity. They know they will be read, too, and speak directly to those who will hold and use the books they made. They are insistent in their reminders that reading is not just an encounter with “text,” nor even with a book, but also and essentially a relationship with the work of someone’s hands. This is for you, they say; keep me and my labor in mind. This book wants to remember the labor of “Ille” and of many other book-workers like him. It began in response to an invitation extended from a monastery in what is now north-central Spain. At 6 A.M. on Friday, April 11 of the year 945 CE a monastic named Florentius wrote a colophon into what would be the last gathering of the book he was finishing. “If you want to know,” he wrote, “I will explain to you in detail how heavy is the burden of writing” [si uelis scire singulatim nuntio tibi quam grabe est scribturae pondus]. Without waiting for an answer, Florentius laid it out: writing “mists the eyes. It twists the back. It breaks the ribs and belly. It makes the kidneys ache and fills the whole body with every kind of annoyance” [oculis caliginem facit. dorsum incurbat. Costas et uentrem frangit. Renibus dolorem inmittit et omne corpus fastidium nutrit]. Invitation: come feel what it’s like to make a book by hand.

Catherine Brown. Remember the Hand: Manuscription in Early Medieval Iberia.

Emphasis mine.

[sorinethemastermind]

Sorpeli Week 2025 | Prompt: Knight/Cleric

 There was a certain swagger to his step that Opeli didn’t like. It reminded her of his father.

 The confident smile that could almost be called a smirk at times, the glint in his pale blue eyes, the little tilt to his voice when he called Callum the step-prince.

 So much like his father.

 As Head Cleric (a task she was new to, and still rather nervous about) it was Opeli’s responsibility to welcome each new Crownguard to the force. The prayer was simple, spoken in old Katolian. None of the guards knew its meaning, anymore. It was something Sibyl often complained about; that the current generation knew nothing of their history. But she was hardly twenty, herself. 

 Opeli rolled her eyes at the youngster complaining about the new age, but inside, she did wonder what bits of themselves they were leaving behind if the new guard no longer knew what the vow they swore meant. Opeli had always thought it was beautiful.

 Pateant oculi tui sicut ferrum acutum est, nisi merentibus morsu occurrat.

 May thy eyes be clear as your blade is sharp so it only meets those who deserve it's bite.

 Truth. Justice. Honor.

 The knights of the Crownguard swore to uphold all three. To be as kind as they were deadly. To serve with honor and uphold the values of the Kingdom of Katolis.

 Opeli hadn’t been doing this long, but she could always see it in their eyes if they meant the words. Whether they knew their precise meaning or not.

 So as Soren knelt before her, she met those bright blue eyes with her own grey ones, and she took the proffered sword from his hands. She had blessed it the night before with the same prayer she would speak now. 

 “Pateant oculi tui sicut ferrum acutum est, nisi merentibus morsu occurrat.” Opeli intoned, voice echoing around the hall. The gathered onlookers were silent, but she caught Viren in her peripheral vision rolling his eyes. Opeli’s eyes narrowed as she turned back to Soren. She wondered if he would fumble the old tongue, as so many of the others did.

 But his inflection, while flawed, was well practiced. And he spoke it with a conviction that reached his eyes. “Oculos meos in veritatem spondeo et ferrum ad iustitiam.”

 Opeli rested the blade first on his right shoulder, then his left, before returning it to his hands. “I name you a knight of the Kingdom of Katolis. May Lady Justice guide you.”

 The gathered onlookers murmured it in turn. “May Lady Justice guide you.”

 And when Soren stood, it was not as a boy, it was a Crownguard. A protector of their kingdom. A keeper of their laws. It was quite a burden for one so young.

 But he carried it well, shoulders set and smile wide. That same swagger was in his step as he walked to stand beside the other guards, though, and Opeli caught the little glance he cast at Viren. His father didn’t seem to notice, lost in conversation with King Harrow. Opeli turned to the next guard as he took his place before her.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

 Soren considered the look in the High Cleric’s eyes (the same cold grey as his father’s, judging, just like his always were) as he took his place beside the other newly knighted Crownguards. His gaze cast towards his father, but he was busy, probably talking about something important with King Harrow. Soren tried not to let it bother him. 

 This was the most important day of his life. It didn’t matter if his father had seen it or not. It didn’t matter what the cleric thought of him. Except it did. It always mattered.

 Movement from the other side of the room caught his attention and he glanced away from his father, catching Serina smiling at him from the sidelines. His sword fighting instructor gave him a thumbs up and a grin, which he returned. Then he returned his attention to Opeli.

 She was halfway through the prayer already, and as she finished, Soren watched Col stumble through the answering oath. Soren mouthed it silently along with him.

 Oculos meos in veritatem spondeo et ferrum ad iustitiam.

 I pledge my eyes to truth and my blade to justice.

 He’d always thought it was beautiful. Growing up he’d watched all the knighting ceremonies, even when he was too young. He’d used the hidden passageways and snuck into the walls, hiding behind one of the false paintings to listen as first Avelina and now Opeli spoke those same words to every generation of knights that protected the castle.

 May thy eyes be clear as your blade is sharp so it only meets those who deserve it's bite.

 Truth. Justice. Honor.

 It was what had made him want to be a Crownguard. Everything had always made more sense when it was physical. Something he could do rather than say. And the blade had always felt like a natural extension of his arm. It had made sense, really, to pursue a life in the guard.

 But it hadn’t really called to him until he understood what those words meant. There was something beautiful about pledging yourself not just to the kingdom, but also the pursuit of truth. Pledging your life to justice. Swearing to uphold not just any system, but a fair one.

 He swore it over and over again, silently, as each guard took their place at the dais. Not to the cleric, not to the kingdom. But to himself.

 I pledge my eyes to truth and my blade to justice.

[oldxenomorph]

kibellah's indoctrination started after she got shot by the kelermorph during her personal quest in act 2.

(context: my rogue trader, urania von valancius, is from a branch of the von valancius dynasty that secretly worships the great family. urania's augments and innards are reaper tech; she is a walking conduit for the reapers, a servant of the reaper emperor. she answered the call from theodora to ascend to rogue trader and use her new status and power to begin the very long process of preparing for the arrival of the reapers. it is believed that the reaper emperor will initiate the harvest in the next 10,000 years.)

the opening in her body, the fresh experience of pain, plus the doubts she has growing within her. primed for indoctrination.

it is slow at first and it is the typical signs: the persistent low sound in her head that she mistakes for tinnitus at first, the strange sensation of being able to think the same thoughts as her domin, the unsettling feeling that something is watching her. symptoms not unlike the ones experienced by the cerberus team studying the derelict reaper. but kibellah has dreams, livid and potent dreams, messages from the deep. the symptoms worsened during her hunt for nemesite, as though she was being guided by something beyond the tarot cards and the divination of blood and the god-emperor's inscrutable wishes.

when the headaches came, that is when kibellah is visited by a xenomorph in the dead of the night cycle. at first she thinks its a hallucination, her dreams leaking out of her head into reality as the ship travels through the warp, until she reaches out. she touches the being and finds that it is real and it reacts to her touch. the xenomorph is gentle with her, holding her face, and for some reason, kibellah can understand what she says: o sister, you are so far away from home.

being called sister. it is a comfort to her.

across the veil of time and space, amongst all the billions of humans and aliens, she has been chosen. urania works to remove kibellah from the god-emperor of humanity and deliver to extinction itself and the night incarnate a daughter.

commorragh was horrfic for kibellah. the torture and cruelty inflicted more than just trauma, but it severely damaged her already wavering belief in the bloodspun web and the imperial cult. it primed her for the next step in her indoctrination. in her most desperate and most broken state, she was visited by dozens of xenomorphs, all of them fitting into her cell to adore her, to calm her. a chorus of "o little sister" as they kiss her cheeks, as they hold her face. kibellah's brain opens up to the reaper emperor's influence, and her conditioning to serve the god-emperor of humanity slowly begins to be erased. [x]

when kibellah returns to the voidship, she tells urania what happened on commorragh. she tells her about the xenomorphs that call her sister. she tells her about the mother-emperor that devoured the god-emperor's name. overjoyed in her own cold and enigmatic way, urania now had to prepare kibellah for the day she would ascend to something higher than herself: to one day enter the ziggurat, to be loved as a daughter of extinction and night.

"then i must prepare you to go home."

not long after, the first sign that reaper technology has made itself home in kibellah begins to show. her eyes have been replaced by the same oculi as urania's. except they are the same red as the reaper emperor.

(in-game kibellah portraits from this post, extracted by @esquie. all i did was give her creepy special reaper eyes.)

[kafkasmjjw]

Seo Moonjo still remembers where it started.

He'd woken from the throes of sleep and walked the orphanage hallways to get to Ms. Eom. To tell her how all his teeth had fallen out in his nightmare.

He remembers how Ms. Eom had chuckled and said, 'Moonjo-yah, we're having a feast soon'. The orphanage burnt down not a week later.

During his first lecture, his professor had asked, 'Why dentistry?'

The answers that followed the muddled murmurs varied. Money. Opportunity. Independence. The label. It runs in the family. All of it was so materialistic, so pretentious and worldly and greedy.

When the doctor called on Moonjo, he did so without a name. Young man! Why did you choose this field?

'Teeth,' Moonjo answered in his head. 'Because there's something less scientific and more visceral about the strongest substance in our bodies not having the power to repair itself. I want to be relied on.'

In the lecture hall, Moonjo pushed his glasses up his nose and voiced a blunt, "I like teeth."

He tilted his head when the professor grinned, and he looked deeper, inspecting him under a magnifying glass.

Guillaume Duchenne de Boulogne had once said that the first sign of a genuine smile is the contraction of the orbicularis oculi muscles around the eyes, and the tightening skin it brings about.

Fake, he thought. Even as he responded to his professor with a smile of his own.

Moonjo liked hiding things in plain sight, and he thought that the forged display of amusement was an answer in itself to the question. Perhaps one that required a little more insight into his life.

To Ms. Eom and the twins, teeth are weapons. Cutlery to gnaw on bone with. But to him? They're deceptive. Tools. A means to tamper with feelings. To influence and manipulate and corrupt.

The man turns around. He openly looks him over before he greets him. And they share a drink.

He steps onto the roof and takes advantage of the new resident's distraction to study him and take in the genuineness of his every movement.

He finds catharsis in it for a long while before he makes his presence known, "Are you the new guy?"

Somewhere amidst their conversation about a psychopathic pianist, Moonjo stills. He feels around, attaching himself to his body again, reclaiming it as his own instead of an implement, and feels the warmth in his cheeks and the coldness of his drink and the—

The unintentional flex of muscle around his eyes. Foreign and unwelcome. It's a momentary crack in his poise that 303 doesn't notice, too caught up in the psyche of his Pianist.

Moonjo takes a closer look at him, with all his senses at once. It's enough to put him at ease. He takes another gulp of beer, and, as quietly as possible, lets the crack web into something a little broader.

A little more ruinous.

[serenafromoculis]

Recently (read: about 2 minutes ago) I discovered something that probably really made someone else happy and that for certain suplexed my mood into the floor with the force of a thousand suns and then just kept punching like a fucking nuclear explosion, and I realised something: a lot of the art I make comes from a question fundamental to my entire life. That is...

When is my turn to be happy?

At what point have I fought enough? At what point am I strong enough? At what point does my survival deserve to be recognised, or appreciated, or at the very least looked upon in a positive light by anyone willing to tell me I did a good job and show me human affection?

For my characters, the answer tends to be a realistic one, "I don't know, but it'll probably help if you get your problems sorted out first".

But, for me, oftentimes the answer seems to be... Never. Enjoy being Sisyphus incarnate, you broken shell of a woman.

And, I'm only left to wonder...

Can I make art about this very thing too?

The answer, as with every time I ask this question, is yes. But I'm curious how I should go about doing it.

That's all.

oculis

[pipe-murder-furina]

Speaking of oculi, what does Focalors' Trick mean for the Fontaine statues of the seven and the hydroculi?

Like I thought the idea was that the oculi were tied to their respective archon. so if hydro doesn't have an archon anymore, are they tied to neuvillette now? Did neuvillette just wake up with hundreds more eyes?

We probably won't get an answer I think because from a gameplay perspective they are kinda required

[amazingnewface]

Can Botox Lift Drooping Eyebrows and Smooth Out Forehead Lines?

When we look in the mirror and notice sagging eyebrows or deep forehead lines, it can feel like our face is telling a story we didn’t write. These signs of aging are common, natural, and part of life—but what if you want a fresher, more youthful look? Botox might be the answer.

But can Botox really lift drooping eyebrows and smooth out forehead lines? Let’s break it down in simple terms and explore how Botox works, what it can do, and whether it might be the right choice for you.

What Is Botox?

Botox is the brand name for a purified form of botulinum toxin type A. That may sound scary, but in small, controlled amounts, it’s safe and approved by health organizations around the world.

Botox works by blocking nerve signals to the muscles, causing them to relax. When the muscles that cause wrinkles stop contracting, the skin on top looks smoother. The effects are temporary but can last several months.

What Causes Drooping Eyebrows and Forehead Lines?

To understand how Botox can help, we first need to look at why these signs of aging happen.

1. Drooping Eyebrows (Brow Ptosis)

Drooping eyebrows are often caused by:

Aging skin – As we age, skin loses its elasticity and firmness.

Weakening of muscles – The muscles that support the brow may relax over time.

Gravity – It’s always pulling things downward, including our skin and muscles.

Facial expressions – Frowning or furrowing brows repeatedly can cause the brows to lower.

When eyebrows droop, they can make you look tired, angry, or older than you feel.

2. Forehead Lines

Forehead lines form because:

Muscles in your forehead lift your eyebrows. Every time you raise your eyebrows in surprise or curiosity, those muscles contract.

Repetition over time causes fine lines that eventually become deeper wrinkles.

Loss of collagen and elasticity with age makes the skin less able to bounce back after movement.

These lines usually run horizontally across the forehead and are one of the earliest signs of aging for many people.

How Does Botox Help?

Botox can help with both drooping eyebrows and forehead lines—but it works differently depending on the area.

1. Botox for Forehead Lines

The muscles responsible for forehead lines are called the frontalis muscles. They run across your forehead and lift your eyebrows.

When Botox is injected into these muscles:

It relaxes them, preventing them from contracting too strongly.

This smooths out the horizontal lines across the forehead.

The effect is subtle and doesn’t make your face look “frozen” when done correctly.

But here’s the trick: You can’t treat just the forehead. The muscles between your eyebrows (glabellar muscles) often work together with the frontalis, so you need to balance them both. Otherwise, your brows may drop more, not less.

2. Botox for Drooping Eyebrows

Botox can also be used to give the brows a slight lift. This is often called a Botox brow lift.

Here’s how it works:

Certain muscles around the eyes pull the brows down—especially the orbicularis oculi, which surrounds the eyes, and the glabellar muscles between the eyebrows.

Botox is injected into these “depressor” muscles to weaken them.

The result: The “elevator” muscles in the forehead (frontalis) can now lift the brows more freely, creating a natural-looking brow lift.

So, Botox doesn’t physically push the eyebrows up—it removes the opposing force pulling them down. It’s like cutting the ropes that pull a window shade down, letting the shade rise more easily.

What Does a Botox Brow Lift Look Like?

A Botox brow lift is not the same as a surgical brow lift. It’s subtle—usually just a 2–3-millimeter lift—but even a small change can make a big difference in how your eyes and face look.

This kind of lift can:

Make your eyes appear more open

Give you a fresher, well-rested appearance

Soften the appearance of frown lines

Create a slight arch in the brow

It’s a great option for people with mild brow droop, especially if they’re not ready for surgery.

How Long Do Results Last?

Botox effects typically last:

3 to 4 months on average

Some people may see results for up to 6 months

After that, the muscles gradually return to their normal activity, and lines may reappear

To maintain the results, you’ll need repeat treatments every few months.

Is Botox Safe?

Yes, when administered by a qualified and experienced professional, Botox is very safe. It’s been used for cosmetic and medical purposes for over 20 years.

However, like any treatment, there are some potential side effects, such as:

Mild bruising or swelling at the injection site

Headache

Drooping eyelid or eyebrow (usually temporary and rare)

Uneven results if not injected correctly

That’s why choosing a trained and licensed injector is crucial.

Who’s a Good Candidate?

You may be a good candidate for Botox if:

You’re starting to see forehead wrinkles or eyebrow sagging

You want a non-surgical solution

You’re generally healthy

You have realistic expectations

Botox is also used preventatively, meaning people in their late 20s or 30s may start treatment early to stop wrinkles from forming in the first place.

Botox vs. Other Options

Botox is not the only way to lift brows or smooth lines. Let’s compare it to other treatments:

1. Dermal Fillers

Add volume under the skin

Can be used around the temples or brows to support drooping areas

Often used together with Botox

2. Thread Lift

Threads are inserted under the skin to “pull” areas upward

More invasive than Botox, but still non-surgical

Lasts 1–2 years

3. Surgical Brow Lift

A permanent, dramatic lift

Involves cutting and repositioning tissue

Requires downtime and healing

4. Skincare and Peels

Can improve skin texture and tone

Don’t affect muscle movement or drooping

Best for surface-level wrinkles

Botox is a good middle ground—it’s quick, effective, and non-invasive, but not permanent.

What Happens During Treatment?

If you decide to get Botox for your brows or forehead, here’s what you can expect:

Step 1: Consultation

Your injector will examine your face

They’ll ask about your goals and medical history

You’ll discuss the number of units and areas to treat

Step 2: Injection

The skin is cleaned

Tiny needles are used to inject Botox into specific muscles

The whole process takes about 10 to 15 minutes

Step 3: Aftercare

Avoid lying down for 4 hours

Don’t rub or touch the area

Skip heavy exercise for the day

Avoid facials or treatments for at least 24 hours

You’ll start to see changes in 3 to 5 days, with full results showing by 2 weeks.

How Many Units of Botox Do You Need?

Everyone is different, but here’s a general guide:

Forehead lines: 10–20 units

Between the eyebrows (glabella): 15–25 units

Around the brows: 2–5 units on each side for a lift

Your provider will tailor the dose based on your muscle strength, facial shape, and desired outcome.

Can Botox Prevent Eyebrow Drooping in the First Place?

Yes—Botox can also be used preventatively. If you start before deep wrinkles or sagging set in, Botox can:

Train your muscles to move less aggressively

Slow the breakdown of collagen from repetitive movements

Keep skin looking smoother for longer

It’s a little like putting sunscreen on every day—you might not notice the difference right away, but you’ll thank yourself later.

Can Botox Make Drooping Worse?

This is an important question. Botox can sometimes cause temporary drooping if:

It’s injected too low in the forehead

Too much is used

The wrong muscles are targeted

But when done correctly by a professional, Botox is very unlikely to cause drooping—and more likely to help lift the area.

If you do experience drooping, it’s usually mild and fades within a few weeks.

Realistic Expectations: What Botox Can and Can’t Do

Let’s be clear—Botox is not a facelift. It won’t dramatically reposition your facial structure. But it can:

Smooth out forehead wrinkles

Lift the outer corners of the eyebrows

Make your eyes look more awake

Help you look more refreshed and youthful

Botox works best for mild to moderate sagging and wrinkles. If your brow droop is more severe, your provider may recommend other options.

What Does It Cost?

Botox is usually priced by the unit. Costs vary by region and provider, but here’s a rough estimate:

$10–$20 per unit

A forehead and brow treatment might use 30–40 units

Total cost: $300 to $600

Since results last 3–4 months, many people get Botox 3 to 4 times per year.

Some clinics offer packages or loyalty programs to make regular treatments more affordable.

Final Thoughts: Is Botox Right for You?

Botox can be a powerful tool for those looking to smooth forehead lines and lift drooping eyebrows without surgery. It’s quick, safe, and effective when done by a trained injector.

Here’s a quick recap:

Yes, Botox can lift drooping eyebrows slightly  Yes, Botox can smooth forehead lines  No, it’s not permanent—but it’s long-lasting  Yes, results look natural when done properly  No, it won’t make you look frozen if done right

The best way to know if Botox is right for you is to schedule a consultation with a licensed professional. They’ll guide you based on your unique face, muscle structure, and goals.

Wrapping Up

A fresh, youthful look doesn’t always require surgery or downtime. Sometimes, just a little Botox in the right spots can go a long way toward helping you feel more confident in your skin.

So, if you’ve been wondering whether Botox can lift your brows or erase those forehead lines—the answer is yes, it can. And the results? Subtle, elegant, and wonderfully rejuvenating.

Dr. Alireza Hashemnejad, a 1998 graduate of Tehran University of Medical Sciences, brings over 25 years of experience in both medical and aesthetic care. Now based in Toronto, Canada, he provides expert consultations across three top clinics, offering personalized treatments designed to help each patient reach their health and beauty goals with expert precision and genuine care.

[sn0paw]

D2 Exo OC (fic scrap 2)

The door slid open.

Instantly, she was met with about twenty pairs of flickering glowing eyes only two of which were awoken. There were about five other humans. She’d be guilty if she didn’t think it was comforting…

Dr. Lanilli brought her air screen up a little higher to her chest, as if deeply inhaling and bracing herself against it. “… Let’s get started.” She finally snapped, releasing her posture.

Of course only now the silver exo was beginning to explain, after the several monitors and work stations were engaged into a flurry of action. Lights blasted on, hard drives croaked, computers whirred, and the related staff was in a quiet buzzing of orders and crystal clear checklist affirmations.

“I’m… Amazed so many people are this interested…” Snowy muttered, taking off her hoodie as ushered by another exo.

As she said so, she was registering each and every beaming pair of oculi that had to be pried from their screens and instruments, to catch an equally excited glance. Lenilli walked down the cramped isle to a podium behind a panoramic glass window.

“I promised my um… following I guess, that we’d understand not only the truth behind the light, but ourselves as well. Of course, we had to remain extraordinarily exclusive… most of the people you see before you have held out for forty years just for this moment.” The doctor began, as the guardian had now fully stripped and was engaged in an overall diagnostic scan.

“We need to understand what we’re made of. What goes into our processing and thinking. If we’re truly still ourselves or just animated corpses… I needed a guardian to help us understand both… Fatalities so far were consensual. Exo tired of living, and going out productively via sacrifice to science.” Dr. Lenilli explained, the tone in her voice surprisingly heavy.

Snowy cast a quick look around the room, trying to read if there were any surprised or shocked expressions. There were none.

Once her basic scan had finally uploaded, the pearl hunter took her cue to step through the thick glass door off to her left, followed by about four other people now dressed in white hazmat jumpsuits. Excessive… Two exo and two human, one of which was male.

They entered the white chamber, Snowy looking around at the expansive space, as the suited escorts were gathering wires being fed through small holes near the floor.

“What about the data caches of the crypt? Costly information but why didn’t you ever ask me?” Snowy questioned, standing in the middle of the room to look at Lenilli who was busy on the monitor she was at.

A speaker whistled to life from the grates of the paneled ceiling. “Unreliable. Most bray databases were altered beyond their encryptions. They gloss over the real questions, and the answers don’t add up. We know our general makeup. Darkness, Clarity, a dash of vex, and human craft wether organic or artificial.” The silver doctor returned effortlessly.

“But as far as synergy, and creation goes, it’s untrue. We ran their simulations, and when they didn’t work, that’s when this all started.”

The guardian suddenly felt an anxious chill overcome her. She herself never understood the algorithms or codes or production commands, that turned up with her own cache findings. But to hear that it was false, made her question too. Why? They knew what they were sure. The general idea at least… That to some extent they maybe harbored a soul all the same. But why were the details sabotaged? Was that not all?

Did she even want to know?…

Snowy was beginning to have second thoughts about her contribution in all this.

What would the answers do to these people?…

On the other hand, if it was truly that bad, the guardian was certain she would’ve been murdered by the original herself. There was no way with how shoddy this security was, Elisabeth didn’t know what was going on down here.

Why hadn’t she been stopped so far? Why hadn’t Lenilli been stopped?

“Alright, hold still for me…” a gentle voice behind her made the guardian flinch.

She was surrounded by the hazmat workers, who were dragging along the leaflets and cables that would connect her readings to the other room.

The pearl hunter tried to relax as an ultra fine needle was inserted between the valves of her neck.

She stood there with arms spread to either side as they pried apart armor plantings, snipped and connected wires, stuck computer laced patches, and plugged more needles into central functions.

Snowy felt unwelcome sensations she didn’t even know were possible… her body warning her of damage but her terrified Ghost quelling it with the assurance he’d take care of it himself later. She felt the activity of the mindless machines record and translate every little move. Like tiny hands were crawling under every inch of polymer she was made of and vigorously scratching down their answers on her own metal. She could faintly read their constant printing of words and numbers and symbols, on the back of her head.

No wonder no previous subjects survived… Most of the instruments connected to her would leave permanent damage, especially if they weren’t removed as precise as they were introduced. Snowy was certain the probe in her neck, would snap her synapse relay to her central nervo system. It was a death sentence.

She avoided talking, just so none of the hands applying these lethal readers would slip…

The speaker was activated again, with less of an eerie whistle, but more so a squeak.

“Eight, five, eight hundred forty seven pda, light test one. Subject name Snowy, guardian 6282, co wielder, stasis introduction allotted, I’ll give it, sixty minutes from now.” Dr. Lenilli began, most of her staff currently posted and unwavering from their monitors.

The people in the suits began to exit the chamber, and as Snowy was finally given room to breathe, she shook herself slightly to test the contacts in her frame. They rustled like a tangle of leather whips…

“All contacts stable… alright guardian. The purpose of this test is to get a general idea of light and stasis, and how they’re manipulated by the body. This data should be a generalization, not just exo specific. But if you have any flesh friends be sure to send them my card.” Dr. Lenilli began, and a low chuckle could be heard through the room.

“Two minuets in our readings are already spectacular… motor and cognitive functions have well surpassed initial hypothesis.” The silver exo then flashed the pearl a mischievous glance.

“If I were smart enough to understand half of what that means I would be offended.” Snowy returned with a faux smirk.

She understood it perfectly. She was just playing on to the doctors tease.

Lenilli then seemed to look up as someone else called her attention. She hurried away from the podium and to a column of work stations around the back of the room. Snowy avoided summoning her blades to sharpen them out of boredom, staring as they seemed engrossed deeply in thought. A minuet passed where eventually everyone seemed to be done with their initial startup, and the silver doctor was still hanging over the computer with the male awoken.

Finally, she beckoned at one of her subordinates standing by the podium. Another female exo hurriedly too the stand.

“Uh-Uhh, cognitive renders and chassis infer data corruption, false ulterior entity overlapping that of the subject-“

The guardian perked up a little. “Wait, you Are accounting for my ghost aren’t you? It’s symbiosis, he has his own body, I have mine.”

Dr. Lenilli looked up at her, then down at the monitor, then seemed to glare at the awoken. He shrank back, and so did the rest of his team.

Finally, the doctor returned to the podium. “Would it be too much to ask it to separate from you?” She sighed.

Snowy impulsively clutched one of the bars that crossed her sternum, feeling Asters discomfort.

“Him, and yes…” the hunter muttered. “Just in case, this may be illegal as-is but experimenting on ghosts gets you fates worse than death…” she added.

Lenilli have a low nod. “We work around it then…” she trailed off, the guardian sensing she might’ve added some hopeful inference, if she didn’t fear her subject would walk out then and there.

The pearl hunter avoided looking at her, starting to feel a heavy sickness collect at her stomach. The little hands scratched more vigorously, making her crave to just rip all of these tethers off. The lights were bearing down on her a little too much, and she was beginning to feel cold. Why did she sign up for this?…

“Focus on my voice.” Lenilli called out to her, apparently noticing her distress both visually and diagnostically.

“For our first light session, we’ll be focusing on your primary element, and switching elements. I’d like you to demonstrate the abilities you can, without breaking the contacts. They aren’t cheap. We’re also going to touch on certain physical or psychological triggers, and how they impact the light. This will also be our introduction to dark test.” The doctor began to instruct, and that sick feeling was only growing stronger.

Snowy had a hard time finding her light, physically trembling and having to force her black energy to stir, feeling as if it’s flow was interrupted by the probes. Her blades flickered to life, blinking with instability at first but finally holding out.

This wasn’t a sense of fear, like being drowned with darkness. It was a sense of violation. A ‘perversion of nature’ as how one of the House Bray members put it. She felt the eyes, and the words, and the analytics of every move she made being hungrily devoured and recorded. It was reminiscent of the tales of Joxer… how his trust in running Drifters hamster wheel with stasis, led to his horrible death.

Was she in a familiar situation now?… Would she die, and become an example?

Her spectral blades flickered again, arms twitching with an impulsive regret that bode her to kill every last living thing in the dark room ahead. Wipe all traces and witnesses.

For a moment, Snowy had to suck the indigo darkness energy from slipping into her blades, as what was becoming habit recently… She’d give Lenilli the basics, but her own unorthodox discoveries would remain private.

Despite her unease, the staff in the dark room were gaping with awe at the slew of algorithm which had just entered their servers. Lenilli was hanging over her assistant, looking at her screen, and returning back to her own to type at incredible speed. They were all talking to eachother, Snowy unable to discern what they were saying, even if she tried amplifying her audio gauges. This facility was modified by exo after all… of course they’d account for their own super abilities.

It was Aster that came through for her, relaying the audio from perhaps a computer within the room.

“She’s still staring…”

“I know… I expected as much.”

“What are we going to do?”

“It’s a double edged spear, if she stays like that our results might not be so accurate for the second phase. If we do something they still won’t be accurate…”

“I think we should… Dock this first one as more so a prelude. We know the probes work at least…”

Lenilli then reached over to the intercom. “I understand it’s rude, but I can’t ignore our readings of excessive hostility. What’s wrong?” her voice projected into the room.

“Your instruments are awfully invasive…” Snowy returned, thanking Aster subconsciously.

The ghost tracked its voice to her alone. “They can’t read me. I’m cutting them off. They won’t know we can still hear them…” he assured her.

“I’m sorry they had to be that way… if it were up to me we’d be using a radio room but obviously renovations around here won’t go unnoticed…” Lanilli replied, seemingly disappointed though not in the sensors.

Snowy couldn’t help but writhe more strongly this time, feeling an unwelcome surge of information relaying through her mind. It wasn’t due to the computers however…

Something inside of her, beyond her immediate subconscious, was writhing. Stirring. Screaming…

“Listen to me. Shake it out. Subject showing signs of high distress, possibly from the weevils- Snowy, tell us what’s going on.” The doctor called from the speaker.

The pearl hunter was suddenly and very acutely aware she couldn’t breathe. She caught herself trying to, in hopes to ease her nerves. She shook herself again, feeling each and every needle wiggle between delicate transformers.

“I… it’s the-.. the servers. They’re two way…” Snowy finally stuttered, trying to shut out her vision, but seeing nothing but a river of white text.

Soon it was a full blown failure, and she no longer had control over when she didn’t want to see. The guardian gave a wild shudder. scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch. It was incessantly peeling away underneath her frame.

Dr. Lenilli was in a flurry to try and direct her staff to figure out the source of the problem. The servers were not supposed to be two way… Regardless, Snowy mustered her tolerance and tried shutting it out altogether. Ignoring it more like.

She summoned her blades, smoothly.

Again she felt the light clash with the patches and wires that were not originally part of her body. It was like sticking your finger in a stream and watching the wake.

“Alright…” the silver doctor continued. “We can’t do anything about the servers but I want to see one thing first.”

“Just one?…” the pearl hunter made her promise, shaking again.

“I want you to preform what’s called a super. Where your body becomes saturated with the light and allows you to go beyond original performance.” Lenilli spoke calmly, but was leaning over her terminal.

Snowy shook her head. “I-… I’m not sure. Doesn’t… feel, like a good rgh- idea, under these circumstances…”

There was a hitch in her chassis again, as she tried to breathe. Her chest felt stuck. She had to quickly console herself that she did not need to breathe and would be fine…

“I want you to try…” The silver exo pushed, her fluorite eyes leering with a dark curiosity.

Snowy was trying to focus on keeping herself stable as it was. Why was it reacting this way? Something else was going on that was interfering, and it wasn’t just the computers. It was like a different thing entirely. Something else that was moving to counteract her.

Suddenly it flashed in her mind, she didn’t question at all what she was hooked up to. Who were these things made by? Exo were golden age tech. The method of reading and scanning them was still Braytech. Of course since then there were most likely duplicates, and Lanilli never failed to mention this whole group here was on a tight budget. So who were the servers made by?

Was it possible they were contaminated with something?

Regardless, Lenilli was waiting. They all were. And she herself was curious… She wasn’t going to fold under such circumstances. What would it do, if she did go all the way?

A new drive to overpower the discomfort then took over her. The key to void light.

Snowy flipped her blades skillfully over her hands to get more comfortable, before straightening up and driving her conscious to plunge into that bright heart. As she had practiced a million times before.

The rush of light swallowed her, relinquishing the physical atoms of her body into element.

A complete spectral blade transition, where her world became dark, and she could sense the living silhouettes of the staff on the other side of the room. The hunter lurched initially upon habit, seeing their warm vibrations and movement, craving to strike. Once she got over the initial burst however, Snowy snapped out of it fairly quickly.

Lenilli was watching, excited no doubt but it almost looked like she was tempted to fight. The guardian could see it in her uneasy shifting, and the bends of her elbows as she went to curl a finger below her mouth. It was mildly amusing, but not a surprise. The doctor perhaps knew full and well if she were to so much as touch her right now, she would disintegrate.

She was proud as much as uncomfortable, that none of them perhaps had seen a super in person.

Snowy took a couple paces from left to right, trying to be careful of the cords. The sensors on her however, felt white hot. As if it were arc energy, able to puncture her I void. She was more focused on trying to manage herself, seeing as how the recorders were now in a frenzy of typing and highlighting, trying to capture snapshots and organize them.

The pearl hunter decided to veil herself, not to show off, but more so to try and numb the feeling of the eyes and needles She turned her back to the window, looking at her hands and how one of the cables detached from her arm and into another inlet, were also saturated with the void invisibility. It trickled down the wires for a few feet before they re-appeared again once they were away from her immediate person.

She felt sick… unbearably sick. Something was weighing on her and she couldn’t translate it. Whatever it was, it did not go away with her super. Instead… it almost felt like it was growing to match it.

Something was going on…

Something was going on…

Something was happening and it felt like it was trying to suck away her sanity. Like some kind of blood thirsty monster had sunk its fangs into her back and was trying to suck away at what it could.

The guardian tried to release her super but it stayed. Her link was being interrupted. She couldn’t reach it.

Something was there.

Something was there.

Something was there.

Snowy gave a shrill high pitched whine, her blades becoming overcharged and silently combusting into a blinding white flash. She was only barely in control of her own body, as she tried to claw at the area around the needle attached to her spinal cortex.

“Snowy, Do Not Touch That Cable.” Dr. Lenilli commanded, her voice not cold, but deep with what seemed to be an impulsive concern.

Like she’d forgotten the exo before her couldn’t truly die…

It was enough to get the pearl hunter to stop reaching for the needle. Instead however, she folded steadily to her knees, icy coos and static wailing echoing in the chamber. It made every android shudder…

Snowy craned her head upward to find the source.

Something was there.

Where?

Where?

Where was it coming from?

It was trying to eat her alive. The scratching was becoming burning. It was suffocating her from the inside out. She felt as if she were filled with lava.

They could only stare in horror as the guardian was ripping at her metal, gripping and pulling at the plates on her arms until they burst free. Until her arms were bare and exposed tubing was frayed, she then started at her chest. Not a new sight… A severe and self destructive habit every exo resorted to.

Lenilli was frozen, staring at the hunter with new disturbance and fear. What was going on? She didn’t know. She couldn’t guess. Which was why, despite the fact her associates were trying to reverse the malfunction, the silver doctor locked the computers from her own. The servers were smoking. The cables that went from the observation room to their equipment, were hot to the touch. The doctor began outsourcing what they had here, to the computers on the floor. Whatever was going wrong, they’d find it in the code.

The eyeless hunter then entered a new and unbearable irritated measure of screaming, her movements parasitic, her head lolling to the side as her spine curled backward. Her arms limply raised, and streams of violet slowly glowed to life, encircling her now mangled chassis.

Lenilli quickly raised her arms to usher her wing staff back from the glass, as the pearl exo then whipped her hands downward.

Tendrils of void light sharpened into arcs that sped toward the observation window. They slapped against the wall, with a sound like lightning, leaving clean white gashes in the thick acrylic.

“Kill it!” The silver doctor finally shouted, as panic flurried through the room.

A human closer to the door, clumsily flipped open the plastic cover to the emergency power button. She pounded it in, and suddenly, the room went dark.

There was a clank from beyond the glass.

The only light available, was that of the eyes of the other exo, who turned to eachother in shocked silence.

The deep red emergency lights came on, giving an eerie feeling to the lab only ever seen in horror flicks. No one dared to move. No one dared to make a sound. They all were staring at the silhouette of the wired guardian, laying stiff like a broken toy on the cold tile.

Lenilli still had her arms spread protectively in front of her assistants. She put them down once she realized this. The doctor was the first person to move, cautiously creeping a leg foreword, and taking a step.

Another flash of light made her jump right back. The entire room flinched.

It was the ghost, materializing over his hunter and shining light from his shell onto what was left of the pearl exo.

Aster had never seen a more grim display…

When Snowy usually died, her limbs, her face, were always so relaxed. As if it were just a casual accident every joint were scattered across a firefight. Of course, most of the time right before then, she would coil up to try and protect herself. Most of the time when she died, it was usually due to some out of the blue rocket or rifle that did the trick. Whatever the context, when his guardian fell, it was like she rested. Knocked out. Relaxed.

This however… was horrific.

This was very familiar to the sights described in the DSC repositories.

Her jaw had burst from its pistons, and was splayed in a stiff gape as if still screaming in whatever death spell she was dreaming. Her head was cricked to the side, tucking against braced shoulders, staring off beyond the glass. Her arms were stuck partially raised, digits curled like claws, that were choking the air. Her chest and stomach were bridged, gaping holes and fractures caused by her torturous disassembly. Alkahest dripped within her frame, still faintly luminous. It held traces of bubbles, perhaps leading to her initial distress. Her legs were folded underneath her back, having still been sitting on her knees until they killed the power. They retained a tension in muscle truss, like even after she had died, they’d tried to lift her again. The red light that was cast down before her, did not make this any more pretty…

Aster recalled his guardian from her horrible grave, letting the remaining needles and cables fall intact to the floor. He then looked to Dr, Lenilli, who was watching with fear and wonder.

The metal Diamond then disappeared, and re-appeared again on the other side of the glass. His violet eye gazed down at them with an almighty superiority. Mostly because they had all flung back once he’d entered the room, perhaps fearing for their lives out of guilt. He decided to relish their submission.

The chromatic ghost then approached the silver doctor, who stood her ground.

“Snowy wasn’t gonna call it quits. There was an error on your end that was trying to turn her inside out. You’re lucky I’ve seen enough dark age to understand your work here isn’t trying to be malicious…” he began to speak, looking over at the several monitors.

“Otherwise I would know by now. With your last city tech being about as easily accessible as a child’s phone…

It’s gonna take a while to rebuild our trust. Use what you have until then.” And with that, Aster de-materialized to look for a proper spot to resurrect his petrified guardian.

It was the peak of the afternoon. Aster roamed alone through the forest, seeking out a river or creek Snowy always seemed to be so fond of. Nature was healing. It was Earths gift. And if part of her still harbored a child deep down, beyond it’s unfamiliar metal frame, he hoped it would quell the invasive pain that had obviously awoken her.

His guardian wouldn’t admit it, but it almost seemed like they were different entities at times. When the line between past and present became clear… What would seem to be a smooth timeline, between her creation and then fully maturing as an exo; was marred by her rising as a guardian. With new memories overwriting old ones, the human part of her was isolated. There was a gap. A stutter. One she didn’t care to attend to, as whatever old memories were more welcome to be forgotten.

But try as she may, that human part was still there, and she couldn’t ignore it. Aster had felt it stir, the moment Snowy had a sanity break and something else took over. No doubt she would most likely wake up still distressed and confused. Thus his search to find an environment optimal to pacify her disturbed spirit. Put it back to sleep…

The moment Dr. Lanilli finally revealed part of her test was psychological, that was when he personally had been ready to opt out. Messing with their already fragile balance was light threatening. But Snowy thought she could persevere. Ignore it. Cope with it. He didn’t blame her for trying, in fact he was quite impressed.

Her heart was in the right place. All of theirs were for the most part. But he didn’t want her to try again any time soon, until the operation was foolproof. Something less invasive. To give her the freedom to move or focus, albeit otherwise it was good training.

Aster finally stopped when he recognized the sloping washed landscape of an old riverbank. He skirted the sandy slopes, until the water came into view. It shone with grey stones that glistened beneath shallow ripples, wide enough to be sustained by its own flow. He then stopped, and circled around a sturdy tree who’s roots stuck out in a cozy embrace from the earth. Finding a good spot, he spread the facets of his shell, summoning his own, and guardians light in the dance of resurrection.

Snowy was finally pulled from her dreamless sleep, her pearl and navy frame fully intact. Aster then remembered he’d forgotten her clothes back at the lab… Ah well. She could find her carbon suit herself.

The hunter lay still for a moment, until suddenly she gave a meager lurch to consciousness.

“Take it easy. That experiment knocked both of us out…” Aster spoke quietly.

His guardian groaned, trying to turn to lay on her side stiffly, but unable to move her arms and legs straight away.

“aster…”

“I know, I know, no need to thank me.” He interjected with pride that was being drowned by bitter empathy.

Snowy’s voice did not have that near natural clarity. Instead, her vocal cords rattled and whistled, and vowels were lost under the static. Instead of speaking, she flicked her head a little, to beckon him over.

Aster begrudgingly met her at face level. He was (quite literally) caught by surprise, when the exos hand quickly raised to encircle him. She curled him into the crook of her elbow, hugging it to her chest and under her neck.

“thank you…” the hunter murmured anyways. “… glad… I have.. you…” she heaved, her face a dreamless, lifeless stare. “… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be. Get your strength back…” the ghost more or less demanded, to which Snowy gladly obliged, her head falling back against the damp earth.

The tension that was stuck in her body, slowly but surely began to loosen. Wound up and stuck like a broken watch. Guardian and ghost rested under the late summer tree, listening to the wind from the coming august rustle the leaves. The rivers hushed whisper. The faint clicking of the leaves as they fell against her metal body. The softness of the fine grass underneath them. The sweet scent of wildflowers that dotted further down the stream. The fish that wrestled in the water. The calls of birds as they explored overhead.

The hunters anxiousness was settled. She herself was falling in and out of sleep. Aster stayed nestled in the bend of her arm, reveling. Snowys concept of life was a blessing… That her existence was a privilege thanks to him. Her loyalty and comfort made him feel less like a servant, and more like a partner. She did not see him like a drone to the silent god, but a creature, an entity equivalent to her despite not having arms or legs. She went out of her way to make him feel appreciated, comforted. Where most ghosts gave their own unconditional support, without without ever receiving a repair.

He felt warm. Protected. Loved. His hope for her was never lost, as long as she kept doing whatever this was. Ultimately, her consideration towards him, was from an innate sense of goodwill. Considering how often she talked about her final death and what it’d be like. Snowy did not seem interested in the whole immortal aspect of her guardianship. So it was safe to assume her care for him, was not because she felt it necessary for her own survival.

He felt his guardian give an uncomfortable shudder.

“Yeah?” Aster spoke quietly.

“Those bodies…” Snowy returned absently, her vocal cords regaining their slack little by little.

“Bodies?…”

“On Europa…”

“Oh…”

“I wonder if that’s how they felt…”

The hallowed grounds of the Bray facilities. Snowy was remembering the dead exo she almost tripped over any other day. Not even Luna, her closest friend, understood the full extent of how disturbing it was.

The lab nearly lost under all the snow and ruin, mounds of scraps and corpses to be incinerated.

“You think your obsession with the Brays is because Dr. Elisabeth was the first person you saw, when I chose you?” Aster then asked, trying to change the subject.

Snowy groaned, trying to move again but unsuccessful. “What do you mean?”

“Well when anything is born, they imprint on the first thing they see. Aside from me, Elisabeth saved you within the hour you were risen.” The ghost explained. “Do you think that inspires your… attachment?”

The pearl exo was silent for a moment, trying to think, then gave another churr of disagreement. “I couldn’t even tell you… it’s allot of things.” She finally concluded.

As Snowy was returning into another idle spell, Aster wanted to bring up yet another thing. That maybe company would help to soothe her nerves. It crossed his mind to slip the coordinates to his list of ‘in case of emergency’ candidates, however he stopped himself. At this rate it would be, Very obvious. And it wasn’t just the possibly consequence of Snowy realizing what he’d been doing, but his own guilt was starting to fester.

He couldn’t keep doing that to her regardless… He didn’t want to keep doing it.

If it were up to the hunter, she would’ve stayed isolated since her first strike order. However, Aster figured that going behind her back to help her with a social life was probably not the most productive thing in their team-ship. He had to talk to her about it eventually…

“I really think you should see someone.” He started gently.

Snowys silence was invitation for him to elaborate.

“Getting blown to bits, or ripped apart by hand is one thing. But look at you. What just happened was… disturbing to say the least.” The indigo iris explained.

“It was an accident…” Snowy tried to defend.

“It was cruel.” Aster snapped back.

There was a period of silence where the guardian seemed to shut down.

The ghost flew out from her arm to express himself as he continued. “Lenilli was way over her head with this. She thought she had everything figured out but obviously she didn’t account for the fact exo react to machine and Vice versa. Especially, braytech. Those computers were trying to do something else to you of their own accord, and until we figure out what, I just really think it’s best if you sought to heal.” He finished with dire emphasis.

“If even I couldn’t figure out what it was, we have reason to be weary.” He added.

Silence.

Snowy didn’t respond. Either she was mulling it over, or had fallen under another wave of unconsciousness. He couldn’t tell. Maybe she did think about it, but would rather sleep some more before replying. Whatever it was, Aster didn’t get an answer straight away.

He so very much wanted to reach out to Someone. But the only person Snowy remotely trusted, she was still unbearably tense around. She was more responsive to a trust only anonymity could provide.

The way of the hunter honestly… you either knew them for a decade, or didn’t know em at all…

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Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo. [I have seen with my own eyes the Sibyl hanging in a jar, and when the boys asked her “What do you want?” She answered, “I want to die.”]

[dismissivedestroyer]

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PER SANGUINEM HORROR TRANSCURRIT... NUMFUAM IPSE PURSUS ERO. COLORES LANGUESTENT, CARMEN VENTORUM CESSABIT, PANIS EXQUISITUS PERIBIT, TACTIONES EVANESTENT, ET NOVI DIEI ODOR ABIBIT., TENEBRIS NOCTIS ME AMPLEXIS, AB OCULIS RUSTICIS ABSTRUSUM ME CERNO RELICTUM.

COLLOCUTUS SUM CUM ALIQUO SIMILI DEO, NATURA FLAMMEA UT ORBIS IN CAELO, REGI DONO SCIENTIAE PRODITO. ATRO SOLE IN CAELUM ORTO, ARDENTEM DEUM PRECARI INCIPIAM, FIETQUE BLASPHEMIAE AHENEHE PRECATIO. REX TRIBUTUM PETET, VI OBLATIONES IMMACULATAS ET CARNE ET ANIMA, AD ULTRA CORPORA CAELESTIA ATTINGENDUM, TUNT DEMUM ALIUS DIES FLOREBIT. THRO ORO TE, O BENIGNE ARDENS, SERVA ME... LIBERA ME AB AETERNA NOCTE.

PER MANUS HORROR TRANSCURRIT... PECCATI, VITAE, CULPAE PONDUS. IMPLORATIO IUVENTUTIS EX AURIBUS NUMFUAM DISCEDET, TERROR SENSUM CORRUPIT, SED REX REPONDIT:

"VOLUNTATIS ESSENTIA, CARNISQUE VAS TERRAEQUE CONTACTUS, SICUT ARBOR ET FOLIA EIUS, SICUT HUMUS ET PASCUUM EIUS, CORPORA CAELESTIA NASCENT UT QUOMODO VIVAS REGANT, SOMNIA, AMA, CREA. IN ABYSSO QUASI NOCTU CELA CORPORA CALESTIA; NAME INANIS LUX EUM PECCATOREM PERSEQUETUR QUI IPSIUS TEMPORIS FATUM CARPAT IN SAECULA SAECULORUM."

GRATIAS TIBI AGO, SATURNE, QUOD PRECES MEAS EXAUDISTI, QUODQUE MILLE NOCTIUM SCIENTIAM MIHI CONTULISTI.

PER MENTEM HORROR TRNASCURRIT, FRAGILEM ET HUMANAM...

IGNOSCITE MIHI ME VITAM CREAVISSE.

IGNOSCITE MIHI PURPUREAM PROLEM IN TENEBRIS NATAM. IGNOSCITE MIHI DIURUM NOCTURNUMQUE VITIUM.

IGNOSCITE MIHI VASIS VINUM HUMI EFFUSUM. IGNOSCITE MIHI PROPTER EOS QUI NUMFUAM ABIBUNT.

IGNOSCITE MIHI ME VITAM CREAVISSE.

ME PERDUCANT STELLAE, TENEBRAEQUE AMPLECTANTUR.

POSSIBLE TRANSLATION:

THE HORROR RUNS THROUGH THE BLOOD... I WILL LET MYSELF BE PURSUED (?). THE COLORS WILL FAIL, THE SONG OF THE WINDS WILL CEASE, THE DELICIOUS BREAD WILL PERISH, THE TATTOOS WILL DISAPPEAR, AND THE FRAGRANCE OF THE NEW DAY WILL BE GONE. THE DARK NIGHT EMBRACE ME, THE RUSTIC EYES LEAVE ME OBSCURE.

I CONVERSED WITH SOMETHING LIKE A GOD, THE NATURE OF FLAMES LIKE THE ORBS IN THE HEAVEN, PROVIDED TO THE KING BY THE GIFT OF KNOWLEDGE. THE DARK SUN RISE IN THE HEAVEN, I WILL BEGIN TO PRAY TO THE BURNING GOD, AND THE PRAYER OF BLASPHEMY WILL BE MADE. THE KING ASKED FOR TRIBUTE, THE 6 OFFERINGS OF IMMACULATE AND FLESH AND SOUL, TO REACH BEYOND THE HEAVENLY BODY, THEY WILL FLOWER AT LAST ANOTHER DAY. THROUGH I PRAY TO THEE, O GENTLE BURNING ONE, SAVE ME... FREE ME FROM ETERNAL NIGHT.

THE HORROR RUNS THROUGH THE HANDS... THE WEIGHT OF SIN, LIFE, GUILT. THE PRAYER OF THE YOUTH LEAVES A NUMBER FROM THE EARS, THE TERROR CORRUPTS THE SENSE, BUT THE KING ANSWERS:

"THE ESSENCE OF THE WILL, THE FLESH VESSEL AND THE EARTH CONTACT, LIKE THE TREE AND ITS LEAVES, LIKE THE SOIL AND ITS PASTURE, THE HEAVENLY BODIES WILL BE BORN AS THEY RULE THE LIVES, DREAM, LOVE, CREATE. IN THE ABYSS LIKE NIGHT HIDE THE WARM BODIES; THE NAME OF EMPTY LIGHT SHALL PURSUE THAT SINNER

THE DESTINY OF THE AGE IS GIVING UP FOR THE AGE OF THE AGE.(?)."

I THANK YOU, SATURN, FOR HEARING MY PRAYERS, AND FOR ALL THE THOUSAND NIGHTS THAT YOU HAVE GIVEN ME KNOWLEDGE.

HORROR RUNS THROUGH THE MIND, FRAGILE AND HUMAN...

YOU HAVE CREATED MY LIFE WITHOUT KNOWING ME.

FORGIVE ME A PURPLE CHILD BORN IN DARKNESS. FORGIVE ME FOR LONG AND NIGHTLY FAILURES.

FORGIVE ME THE VESSEL OF WINE THAT WAS SPILLED ON THE GROUND. FORGIVE ME FOR ME THOSE WHO HAVE GONE NUMBERS.

YOU HAVE CREATED MY LIFE WITHOUT KNOWING ME.

LET THE STARS BRING ME IN AND THE DARKNESS EMBRACE ME."

Okay so the translation might be super wonky because i don't know latin and tried to help myself with Google Translate, so if anyone that actually knows latin could help me out from here a bit? All i got from this was

1) it's now canon that six children have gone missing because the cult needs six pure vessels to sacrifice to the Eyes?

2) also "forgive me a purple child", aren't Skid's hair purple?

Anyway, i think we gotta translate the symbols on the side to get the link to the video Sr Pelo mentioned. I might need some help though

THE SECOND SECRET IMAGE FROM THE SPOOKY MONTH ARG HAS BEEN FOUND (and it took me way too long). I'm gonna translate this whole thing and then come back lmao.

[moonlightmagus]

@maledicti-oculi​​ said: (inbox)  Ana flops in Yuuki's lap with a yawn. "I want that red archer's cookies again..."

Yuuki couldn’t help but enjoy the time she spent with Ana. She always felt a sort of kinship with any of Medusa’s phases. Either as Lancer, Rider, or Gorgon. Medusa was her favorite Mythological Maidens. She always hated the way people treated her in mythology, and wished she could befriend her. “Oh Ana, I’ll send a message to Archer right away and ask for some cookies.” In an instant, the Magus was gently rubbing the Servant’s hair and handing her a piece of candy she kept in her pockets for the more kid-like Servants. “I know this isn’t Archer’s cookies, but here’s some candy.” It was a Hersey’s kiss. 

[safiirimaagi]

“ punishment hardly ever suits the victims of a crime ” (from Rider)

Alice Madness Returns | Accepting @maledicti-oculi

"Do you speak from your own experience?" Astraea looked at Rider, at the visor the purple-haired woman wore to cover her Mystic Eyes. It was a cruel thing that had happened to her, as her crimes were beauty and being loved.

The gods were petty, jealous, and childish. They took as easily as they gave. Even Astraea herself was not exempt. Even so, she had always tried to maintain neutrality. One that was coming into question at the moment.

"It is not my place to ask forgiveness for Athena, but I offer it all the same. What her wrath brought you was unjust."

[chxrityhero]

   There  was  no  need  to  stay  wary  about  this  Servant.  Holding  his  spear  to  a  side,  Lancer  kept  attentive,  listening  Rider’s  words. 

——❝A  Servant's  duty  is  most  time,  to  protect.  But  what  we  can  do,  that  is  a  different  thing.  Sometimes,  what  we  want  is  not  the  same  than  what  we  can.  

    What  has  made  you  to  hold  back ?❞

@maledicti-oculi​

[fucksanity]

@maledicti-oculi​ said: “ you’re  so  much  more  than  the  mistakes  you’ve  made .  ” (Medusa to GreedLing)

❝I’ve made no mistakes, woman--❞ he scoffed. Reaching for the dagger that had been abandoned there by his subordinate, playfully twirling it around his digit.