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Gaia's Curse
The vines dug into his skin sometimes. An unhelpful reminder of what he had lost.
They were like chains, in a way.
He tried not to think about it. Tried not to think about how his hair changed; from a bright cyan to a pale ivory tainted with blotches of red.
Every time he passed a body of water and gazed at his reflection, he couldn't help but think he looked familiar. He remembered fangs, long and pointed and sometimes uncomfortable in his mouth. He recalled how similar his cloud jump was to abilities he'd long forgotten; sometimes he'd jump up into the air and think about switching places with an angel.
But, as far as he knew, no one on the server was an angel. No one he knew closely.
Sometimes he would feel hungry. Phantom-hunger, if you will. Because he didn't need to eat anymore. But he'd still wish he could eat.
He'd probably kill to be able to enjoy the taste of cabbage rolls or pumpkin soup.
Would probably kill himself in order to get it.
As he sat on the balcony of his house, staring at the starry sky, he remembered.
He didn't remember anything specific; all the memories were murky, and most of the faces were blurred to the point where they couldn't be recognised. But he took note of other details. Like cod, cats called Norman, fields of poppies. Kingdoms of snow and golden antlers. Of rat tails, attics and giant feline catastrophes. Of necromancy, loneliness and dances with time.
They all mixed together in a strange cocktail of memories that both were and weren't his.
Scott clutched at an ache in his chest; a yearning for knowledge.
He sighed and looked up at the sky. Running his tongue along his teeth, he could almost imagine feeling fangs. But they weren't there. Because he was a fungal mage.
His hands itched. The pain of hurting a mob - he couldn't be bothered to remember which one - pulsed through his veins. Gaia had cursed him in that moment. He'd hurt someone, betrayed being a 'peace keeper' and paid the price for it.
How many people had he upset in the past?
Gaia, goddess of the earth. Mother Nature. She had given birth to the Titans and Giants. A powerful entity that was not to be messed with under any circumstances.
There were others, too. In a past life long ago, he'd killed an angel. And as a result, he was cursed to burn in the sun.
His own patron god, Aeor, and his brother Exor. How long had he been a devoted worshipper of the Stag Gods? How much of his life had he dedicated to following Aeor's wishes, to pleasing him, to keeping people safe, for nothing? Because he did everything in the end. He was the one to seal the demon away at the cost of his own life. And neither of the gods batted an eye.
He'd upset Them, too. Hundreds of pairs of eyes that Watched eternally. They despised him because he refused to play Their games properly. So he was made to constantly outlive his closest allies. Other than one.
Scott was a danger. To himself and to everyone around him.
The vines - nay, chains - dug into his skin.
He deserved them. He deserved the chains, for they were keeping him from hurting others. A criminal, a thief, a killer - all of those titles belonged to him - deserved the chains that kept them contained. That shackled them to their crimes.
He took a glance at the moon, and the stars surrounding it.
The moonlight shone down on him in a warm embrace. As did the stars.
The stars seemed to form a halo around Scott's head.
Scott curled up and allowed his eyes to droop shut.
Gaia's curse, as all the other curses placed upon him, would never leave him.
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isjasz · 10 months
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There were simpler times
For @itsoddissey 's dtiys :)
Without text and first concepts down below
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solarockk · 9 months
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vampires Gem and Pearl request by @wyvernspirit
this is so stupidahdshahdhs from a thread i saw on twitter and found hilarious, these where supposed to actually be vampires designs but i had this idea and couldnt stop myseld from doing it lmao
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crowskullls · 8 months
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Who else loves the weird ass Gucci Gang dynamics
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inbetweenhours · 2 years
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How It Started VS How Its Going
Back on that @pinchhitsfromthevoid hype! This pinch prompt was for @dayables​ who I know got spoiled in the brainstorming chat (rip) but I still hope you enjoy how it turned out! You gave me the option of flower husbands which was absolutely not going to be passed up, as well as the prompt of Arranged Marriage AU. Since I just so happen to already have an arranged marriage au for them, I figured I may as well put some effort into actually showing it off since, despite my very long google doc of plot chicanery, I haven't actually drawn much for it or otherwise got much of anything to show for it.
The real trick here was balancing the angst and fluff. There was no way I wasn't getting out of this without, any angst. The problem was actually finding a suitable amount of fluff to balance this out lol. I knew I wanted to draw their wedding, since that's the whole base of the au and it directly emphasizes your request. The problem is that within the au, these two don’t really get to anywhere that's especially fluffy till weeks if not months after their wedding lol. That’s how I eventually settled on a kind of “before and after” of their relationship. 
Mirroring their less than favourable wedding day and first meeting with the renewal of vows they do near the end of their journey within my plot. Where they choose, despite already being stuck together, to have meaning behind their marriage.
Below the cut I’m gonna ramble about the lore  important to this piece from the au. Enjoy :]
Okay so first off- their “vows”! Instead of exchanging rings my idea is that the Ocean Empire and Rivendell each have a different giving for their wedding ceremonies.
Merlings have a selkie inspired pelt. Its technically their old skin. Young merlings are much more creature esq, and as they grow they grow out of that skin into a more humanoid form. However they tend to keep their pelts since they are pretty durable and are good for young merlings to protect themselves with and camouflage in the depths. As merlings continue to grow out of even that stage, their pelts become sentimental. kept close to their hearts. The lose of the plt is like a severing of oneself from their soul or heart. Its important for their mental health that they know where their pelt is and that is is safe. They’re not typically handled by people you don’t trust.
Which is why it is traditional that merling will trade pelts with their lover at their wedding. Its imbuing this trust that their partner will give the pelt back. As well it is a symbol of love and  soul, metaphorically giving that devotion and adoration to their partner.
Elves meanwhile are a type of fae. The rules I use for elves names are adjacent but not directly the same as other fae, such as the faeries of the overgrown. Elven names hold power over the individual still, but its far less than what a faerie might hold. It more a social power than anything else. Elves keep public and personal names. These “true” personal names can only be chosen by the elf themself. They are only given to people who you trust absolutely. May that be family, longtime friends, or lovers. Its not uncommon in Rivendell for lovers to not share their true names until their wedding day, though even if they have the vows are much the same. Giving their spouse the gift of their name, to use as they please. This is done both out of trust (much like the merlings pelts), trusting their lovers not to hurt them with their name. And more importantly it offers devotion to your spouse, which would be returned of course.
Now when it comes to Flower Husbands... this all falls apart. These two have not had a real conversation till their vows. They have no trust or love for one another, and are in fact quite afraid of each other. Neither want to give over something so terrifyingly precious to the other. 
Jimmy feels pressured to do so, despite Lizzie insisting he doesn’t have to, because he knows how a wedding should go. He knows the citizens of the Ocean Empire do not trust that his mother, The Empress, has made the right choice in allowing this marriage to go through. He knows if he doesn’t do his best to make this look and feel legit for them, then they’ll only have more problems in the future. And he really is trying to be responsible, trying to prove himself to his family and his kingdoms that he can do the right thing. He isn’t just the prince, the second born. He is loved by his country, deeply so, but nothing is expected of him. He wants to do one good thing for them in turn. Hell, he volunteered himself so that his sister wouldn’t throw away her preexisting courtship. He loves his family and his country, and he has never been asked to do a thing for them. He just wants to prove he can.
So he drapes his pelt over Scotts shoulders, careful and with the sudden understanding of how badly it hurts to see. How easily being separated from it would destroy him. And he can only hope Scott will return it soon.
Scott meanwhile doesn’t believe in another choice. He is the Chosen Champion of Aeor, god of Winter and Stasis. He is a representative of tradition for Rivendell. As much as he is fuming about the marriage, he has rarely acted out in his life. The golden child for so much of his adolescence that even when that love has left he knows little more than to hold his tongue and obey... for now. Still, he knows what is expected of him for the wedding. And despite there being no way for his family or the citizens to verify he abided by tradition in this instance, he is loyal enough to his god (and in fact fairly knows his god perceives him and he would know he wronged him) to not try and get around it. 
So he gives his name, as coldly and objectively as he can. It is not a gift, but Jimmy, traditionally, has a right to it through their union. He can only pray Jimmy be kind with it.
Ultimately both spouses are careless with their exchange. Scott misunderstands the importance of the pelt, and keeps it far to long. Jimmy misunderstand the weight of Scotts name, and speaks it carelessly. Its rough, and terrifying. But it leads them to understanding, to finding common ground and for the first time finding hope in their situation as they understand the other not as an enemy but as the only ally in the same situation as them.
Finally I’m gonna do a quick run through of details I was happy with, kinda lore relevant but with less flowery language on the plot.
At their wedding both are dressed in traditional wedding garb for their empires, as well I’ve referenced my board loosely to dress the crowd properly. Rivendell brides/grooms tend to wear white. It represents purity, white is typically only worn in formal settings o it wont be dirties anyways, and it doesn't represent either individual god. Allowing neutrality. Jimmy is wearing a loose cut deep blue outfit with small decorative. Dark colours but especially deep blues are traditional as they connect with both the deep waters and the sky, tying an individual throughout to the world and their life.
In their renewal of vows they wear nearly the same outfits, however Jimmy sports some golden Rivendell jewelry and Scott in turn sports some pearls in his hair much like how Jimmy had at their wedding. Its about the sharing <33
Wedding day was very formal, very controlled. Both of their hair pulled back and styled in very proper traditional ways. At their vow renewal everything was up to them, so Jimmy looks a bit more like himself (as messy as that may be) and Scott has both his kingship and his hair cut (lore) so he’s a feeling a lot more stable
Scotts wears gloves at his wedding, vs without gloves at renewal! Tied in, at his wedding Scotts hair and skin is patterned with growing frost as he gets cold feet (hah) and is very upset about the situation versus his renewals where he has much more control of his powers and very explicitly happy with the situation
That is all for now! Day I hope you liked the pinch! Everyone else i hope you liked the lore! I would love to do more with the au going forward, I have a growing plot document and love talking about it. If anyone wants me to expand on any thoughts, has questions about the plot or characters or otherwise, my inbox is always open and I am attentive to both tags and comments ;) <3
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stellocchia · 1 year
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I saved up Pirate!Owen's intro monologue for future reference, so here it is for anyone who wants it:
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"Alright, listen closely I'm only going to be saying this once. "Alright, listen closely I'm only going to be saying this once.
Growing up I had all I could ever dream of and more. Money, security, a set life planned so rigid it would make the whale bones of a courtesans corset seem bendy by comparison...
My parents were established traders well renowned for their business, influence, and reach of prospects.
And that meant a life of etiquette training, ballroom practice, and champagne tasting. For the "good of the Family Name". At least it would have if I hadn't set my gaze further afield...
Life is for the living!
And being buttoned up prim and proper and placed in perfected poses is as much as being dead than the gallows.
Anyway, it took me to the ripe old age of twenty to be cut from my inheritance and be estranged from my family all on account of caught being... as the history books would call it; "Really good friends" with the stable master of the estate.
On the night before my parents arranged departure for myself from the household, I snuck into my parents quarters, stole my mothers finer clothes due to my fathers not fitting nearly as well as I would have liked... grabbed whatever jewelry I could get my hands on and fled to the local port.
Blah blah blah you know the story.
Rescued some princes, fled the navy, got into a healthy portion of trouble, and here I am!
The Faction Isles"
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thedemises · 8 months
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imagine an au where corazón lives and has law (oh, and reader, who's his spouse) escape from the clutches of doflamingo but he has to lie about law and reader's existence to him-
aka, corazón has law and reader escape after finding the cure for law's disease sooner than usual and he tries to make up a cover story for their “disappearance” before that crazy mingo bitch finds out
DURING A MEETING... doflamingo: how's the spouse? 😊 corazón: ..divorced 😓 doflamingo: how's the kid? 😅 corazón: gone 😔 doflamingo: doflamingo: ... it's hard to talk to you 😃
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crumbsispoggers · 1 year
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new life Owen origins! the sculk and the copper golem!
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andyling · 2 years
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god you guys are such dramatic motherfuckers (i mean i am too but that’s besides the point)
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bleue-flora · 5 months
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Mmm… snippet of future Musical Chairs?
“Thinking about him hurts like a kick to the gut. He hasn’t seen Sapnap since he… died. Since he drowned in poisoned blood. Since he limped through the snow, a bloodied trail behind him, knowing the way and yet feeling utterly lost, wondering if he’ll ever forget the cold look in Sapnap’s eyes and the apathetic greed of his voice when he too asked about the book right before swinging a sharp sword (his sword!) into his flesh just like his fiancé had so many times before. If he’ll ever lose the frost freezing his heart as Sapnap, his friend, his brother stood there in the last possession to his name, denying Dream that small mercy of having what is his. If he’ll ever forget the sound of Sapnap’s disbelieving words as he questioned if the torture really happened as if it wasn’t clear as day from his appearance. As if he wasn’t leaning to one side, standing on a knee bent in the wrong direction. As if a vast spread of scars didn’t sprinkle across the patches of his exposed skin. As if his once dirty blonde hair wasn’t crusted in layers of blood. As if his words meant nothing, weren’t worth enough to even consider. As if he didn’t lie the last time they spoke saw eachother about coming back to visit him.”
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lesbopallascat · 1 year
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good lird
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mangofanarts · 5 months
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Hope Bad plays on chadsmp today, I miss ch!Bad already, come back and be a menace ToT
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meltsyoutodeath · 2 years
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when Cleo asks "do you have space on your team etho?" and Etho goes "oh? you wanna get rid of bdubs?" and then the next episode Bdubs says "I missed a couple times, I missed a couple times, I wouldn't miss, now, when it matters" and they think they're soooo slick and no one knows they miss each other GIRLIES YOU ARE YEARNING!!!!!
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theotherash · 5 months
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While you sleep I'll be scared
All prompts, one fic. i am so tired. (it was totally worth it)
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wow-an-unfunny-joke · 9 months
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I like hermitcraft fandom but im really struggling to get through the series itself, it's truly ruining me
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crayonverse · 3 months
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i did this little doodle of what smp michael would look like out of his containment
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