#sindancer

[elster-ink]

sketches of an mlp oc, her name is Sindancer :3 she's silly and likes pranks

[good--sir]

"Devotion, bravery, sacrifice, death"

These are the gardian tenets made by the speaker when he was the only one who could interpretate the Traveler. Later, the Traveler told Cayde the same thing when it posed as Sindance, and that got me thinking. Maybe the Traveler NEEDS death, after someone dies, the people close to them grieve but more importantly grow and move on, which is what the Travelers is all about, growing and changing.

[chaosprinceundivided]

Battle for the Foetid Tombs

Rulek swatted the bounding acrobats with his blight-ridden maul, lumbering with the bloated power of Nurgle deep within his hell-flesh. The influencing lores transformed him more hideous, a sneering dragon with broken horns jutting from his skull. The ringing of tied bells swinging and constantly irritating his ears flickering from the buzzing of swamp-flies trying after him. 

His mood was less than jovial, all he desired was to take all of the Subtle Torture’s connection to Slaanesh and rid himself of the Grandfather’s overabundance. At his back, the singing tallybands of Plague Bearers and earth-covering tide of Nurglings rolling through the broken walls of Foetid Catacombs. This was the place that the Ur-Father demanded from Rulek in exchange for a fraction of his stolen power. Something that the Daemon Prince was more than willing to do, even if it meant earning the fickle ire of Sindancer. He had known the herald before some years back, but it was a momentary acknowledgement before Skarband and his Exiled Legion stomped them out in their constant battle against the Tzeentchian warband of the Broken Wheel. 

“Drown them, my sickly jollymen. Let them mourn their feeble hold onto such a bounty of amethyst corridor.” He called out, one of his new eyes catching a quick wind of movement. Fiends were scuttling low on their many limbs, coming straight for him. The Undivided Prince shifted his hammer over to his free hand and slammed down into a tumbling path of destruction, erupting with poisonous thorns and disturbed fluids exploding that sent the fiends of Slaanesh sprawling in angered shrieks. 

In the distraction, Beasts of Nurgle bounded and attacked the lithe hunters with their bulbous, slimy frames. Happily cooing and hugging tight with infectious messy kisses and disgusting laps of greeting, much to the cleaner creatures’ howling dismay. If anything, the scene was almost humorous to break Rulek’s ill mood. 

Twisting around to her. Sindancer was coming, a fast dart of dark violet scales and black armour trailed by a fluttering of flesh-silks bruised pink and filigree of avaricious gold while her claw held onto the reins of her steed. At her back, there was a hunting caderie of Heartseekers shrieking their challenge. 

The twisting hiss of magic conjured, the Daemon Prince looked in time to see a scourge of six lash from seemingly nothingness, carving furrows into his face and chest. The scream roaring out of him was a seething explosion of unnatural pain that seared through his rot-laden muscles and through the layers of feelingless cushions. Bubbling ichor squirting free, splashing on the warring ranks below; marauders of Slaanesh and Nurgle screaming as their skin and armor burned from daemonic acid. 

Shoving through the sensation, Rulek charged with disturbing ferocity. His spurred thighs pushing with his taloned feet carrying and wings splaying out with the gaseous fog boiling from their leaking sores and weeping scars.  The Slaaneshi calvary suddenly splitted before his maul could crush their bird-thin bones, Rulek following into the momentum and bounded with his shoulder slamming into the fortress wall as he twisted around. 

Daemonettes attacked him in a sudden ambush, their taloned feet biting at his hide and long sword-blades carving and stabbing into him, the daemon prince howling and slamming himself  into the wall. Maw breaks into a unhinging yawn, exhuming a gaseous fire of acid that melted the screaming daemons off him. “Begone!” He commanded, the winds of Chaos whirling around him before flexing an explosion of pestilence that bit and gnawed on the Slaaneshi ambushers’ physical presence. 

There was a moment of standing firm before almost crumbling down on his knee. An expression of exhaustion passed on Rulek’s physical manifestation. He is not as powerful as he was before…and that only drew anger in his essence. 

“No.” 

Even with the Ruinous Powers’ oppressive metaphysical chains on his being, he pulled on their presence and rose with the aid of his maul. The wounds slowly fill and push the Slaaneshi toxins, black rivers staining his emerald flesh. Mind opening out, inhaling the perfumes steaming from the corrupted catacombs. The Slaaneshi warband was using the corpses they extracted for their products and no doubt tortured the souls of the champions emtombed. He can taste their pain. Inhale their despair and through it, Nurgle was filling his body again. 

Rulek turning around, absentmindedly crushing a daemonette under foot before gesturing out to another charge by the Subtle Torture calvery. The Winds of Shyish pulled into his palm before crushing.

“Die.” 

Sindancer seemed to sense it before her sisters, twisting her steed so hard that the creature’s own legs almost crossed and bounded out. The others were not so fortunate as a sun of darkness exploded in their midsts. They couldn’t even scream as the Purple Sun’s power tore at their ether. The Herald ran as fast as her steed could carry, only to listen as her followers screamed into the swallowing end. Their bodies crackling into their final poses, crystallization into horrifying statues. Daemon. Mortal. All within its reach bore no mercy, for Death had none. 

And Rulek had no favour for them, watching and flaring his wings out as if to embrace it. Right now, as the Winds of Shyish howled around him and caressed his sweating flesh, he felt the grim smile of Nurgle on him. 

“Good, my Deathbringer.” 

Almost covered by amethyst flies born from the crystallized bodies, buzzing around Rulek in jealous protection until the magic holding the Purple Sun pulled itself apart into one shrieking scream that stretched across the Chaos Wastes. A scream that brought fear. A scream that brought reverence. A scream that warned all that a new power was awakening in the Great Game clawing for the mortal realms.

[slaanxsh]

The Six In-game Factions of Slaanesh

Seducers of Slaanesh, led by N’kari, The Arch-Tempter

Keepers of Bliss, led by Scipio, Duchess of Carnality

Slaaneshi Rebels, no Leader

Subtle Torture, led by Sindancer, Herald of Slaanesh

Exquisite Pain, led by Helmrip, The Sanguine Sorrow

Rapturous Excess, led by Abyssa, Herald of Slaanesh

[worldgreatestarchersimp]

Chapter 1: Meet the family Part 1

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Viktor Hargreeves | Till death pull us apart,right

Warnings: mention of smoking, angst, bad fight scence writting

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On the 12th hour of the first day of october 1989, 16 woman around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of this woman had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire abd advebturer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got eight of them....

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N⁰1 Marcus

N⁰2 ~~n~

N⁰3 Ben

N⁰4 Fei

N⁰5 Alphonso

N⁰6 Sloane

N⁰7 Jayme

N⁰8 Christopher

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The Sparrows heard the alarm. A emergency. N⁰2 sighed as they put their cigarette in the ashtray. They hid behind a corner. "What are you talking about? This is the Umbrella Academy." N⁰2 heard a women voice. The clowns in the foyer all looked up where 6 of the Sparrows stand. Ben stepped foward and every of the clowns looked shocked at him. "Dad, who the hell are these aseholes?" "Shit" "Ben" The on e with to cowboy head said. "Booh" N⁰2 ran up behind the clowns. They all turned their head to the sound. It was the moment Viktor Hargreeves soul lost his body.

Jane Miller stand there.

"Jane" Viktor said. Jane ran up to Ben. "Why do this two clowns know our name?" Jane whispered to her brother who just shrugged. "Who are the weirdos on the balcony?" Diego yelled. "They are the Sparrows. My children. " Reggie told him. "I'm sorry. What do you mean, your children? That's not possible, old man." The kid said. The other Sparrows coming down to Ben and Jane. "Everybody else can see Ben and Jane, right." The cowboy asked. "Cute hat, Sindance." "Who are these vilage guys, Dad?" Jsne said. Viktor cringes on these sentence. "They call themselves the Umbrella Academy, a group of scheming, perfidious malcontents who accosted me in the fall of 1963 when I was away on business in Dallas. Be warned, they claim to becmy spawn." Jane chuckled. The black hairied woman step foward to Reginald. "Claim? Look, Five, whar the hell is going on?" "I don't know yet, but it's concerning." "Is he telling the truth?" "Not the part about us being perfidious." Viktor said while looking at Jane. "No, we're amateur-fidious, at best." Klaus said. "But we are his children. This is our house." "Yeah, yeah. We, uh.... We grew up here." Luther tried to help Viktor. "'Yeah, we grew up here'" Alphonso mocked him. His siblings snickered. "I kind of think we would have noticed you." Sloane said. "Hi. I'm Luther." He said as he noticed her for the first time. Jane looked disgusted and meet Viktors gaze. Both looked at each other quite awhile. They didn't heard anything their siblings said anymore.

Ben nudged Jane shoulder and she broke the gaze. "You got 30 seconds to get out of our house." Marcus warned them. "And if we don't?" Allison snapped. "Then we'll have to settle this the old-fashioned way." Jane warned. "Look, we just fought a literal army and lost somebody very important. Okay? This doesn't need to get ugly. Let's all just calm down, and let's talk." "Or what?" Jane snapped. Klaus stepped further and further to Ben and Jane. "Shut your mouth!" "You two shut your mouths and just hug your brother and bestfriend--" Ben hit Klaus in the face. "What the hell? You didn't have to do that!" Luther yelled. "Oh, I'm pretty sure I did!" Ben yelled back.

And everything started to escalate. Marcus vs. Luther Christopher vs. Diego Ben vs. Five

"I don't wanna fight you!" Viktor yelled to Jane as they fought. "But I do" She smirked. And they started again. "Aww. You wanna be bestfriends with her/him?" Fei said as she joined you and fought Allison while Alphonso and Sloane were watching y'all. You kicked Viktor with your foot in the face, so he fell on the ground. Now you also stand by them and watched Fei and Allison fight. "Should I step in and help?" Sloane asked. "Nah. She's making a point." Alphonso answered.

Viktor stands finally up now. "Oh looks who finally stood up." Jane said as Sloane stood. "My turn. I'm sorry, J" Viktors chest got blue then his whole body. But before anything could have happened, Sloane put him with her power in the air and pushed him away. "Art snob, huh?" Sloane yelled after him. "So why does she/he called you 'J'?" She asked Jane. "I'd love to know. Maybe some crush or something." Jane shrugged and ran away from them.

Jane was now in big living room with the other Sparrows. "See? Bigger isn't always better." Marcus said as he kicked Luthers ass. He stood on the couch table. "Is that what you tell your girlfriends?" Luther wanted to kicked Marcus from the table, but he could jump in the right moment and kicked him in the face. Luther fell. "Thai good for dinner?" Fei suggested. "I could go for pad see ew." Ben said. "Yeah I'm in Marcus, Jane, Thai?" "Yeah why not." Jane answered Alphonso. "Why are you even asking him? He hates Thai." Ben said. Marcus stand again in the near of Luther. "What? Since when?" Alphonso asked. "Maybe since forever" Jane answered. Fei sighed. "Fine. Italian?" In the backround Marcus and Luther fought again. Until Luthers laid on the ground. Marcus were about to finish him of as Viktor came to Luther. "Luther" The Sparrows looked at him. "Vanya" cracked Luther. "You again. Haven't had enough, or what?" You yelled/ snapped to him. Sloane came behind him and put again with her power in the air. Meanwhile Luther stood up. "Luther, go! Get out!" With that he left and Sloane turned Viktor in the air several times. After a while she pushed him down.

Viktor laid on the ground and the Sparrows looked down at him, smiling. "I'm sorry" He looked to you before his body got blue again. 'Why does she/he still keep apologizing and calls me J no one does' Jane fought before they got pushed away from blue energy. Jane groaned in pain like her siblings. They all stood up and tried to catch their breath. Viktor laid still on the ground and whimpered. Something inside of Jane wanted to go to him and comfort him but she didn't know why. Marcus stand in the balcony. "It's over." Viktor turned to him. "Go. Don't come back." With that he left the room, but not before he looked to Jane. "He said go, creep" Ben said.

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A/n: I don't know what to write for Viktors pronouns before he comes out in show. So I did this, hope it's okay.

[jeanniebeannie63]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Sindance Wren Velvet Jacket.

[scioner-archive-blog]

Hey finished the book on eternal chastity?

              ❛ NO. because, sadly, it’s been checked out by a certain SOMEBODY who hasn’t returned it yet! honestly, inigo, has aunty olivia not taught you anything about SHARING? it is caring, you know! ❜

[shitagaujo]

"Here, you can have my jacket. It's too cold out to be wearing short sleeves."

   It was a chillier day in the Nohr Kingdom, though she didn’t particularly mind it. She was used to the cold, although she wouldn’t exactly say that she enjoyed it. It never stopped her from trying her best to do her maid duties. Before she knew it she heard a voice, causing her to spin around to see who it was.

    Oh, it was Lazward…. she didn’t know him well in particular but she didn’t think badly of him at all…

  Felicia looked at the man, who offered her his jacket. She was utterly shocked… she knew that she should accept if she was offered but she didn’t want Lazward to be cold either…! With a shy gesture, she accepted the jacket with a small smile, replying to him.

                 ❝ H-Huwa… thank you..! You’re too kind..! I appreciate it! ❞

[saxeira-blog]

sindancer replied to your post:   stay away soleil please

           DAD JUST LOOK AT THEM.......

[scioner-archive-blog]

Don't go where I can't follow you idiot. I'm coming along too and that's final.

                       send ‘don’t go where i can’t follow’                                    for my muse’s reaction.                                                                          ACCEPTING || NOT ACCEPTING                                                  �� sindancer ❜

                       words CLUNG to his tongue, threatening && wiggling to escape but he held it back as much as he could. as much as he WOULD have liked his friend -- no, his BEST friend && cousin to come along -- && as much as he KNEW that with him by his side, they were practically unstoppable -- there were the risks. the risks of LOOSING him once && for all ( like he would have in the future. ) && there came the self-bestowed responsibility -- he would hate to see uncle chrom && aunty olivia cry && the sheer && pure shame that he would have to live by would have killed him. they had fought many times in battle -- a hundred times, if he could only hope -- but this was a new battlefield. new terrain. new ENEMIES that they did not know of.. could he really hope nothing would go wrong when the chances were HIGHLY possible? 

                      but then something HIT him: they were a team. UNSTOPPABLE && INVINCIBLE in their own might in the face of death && danger -- they were a team missing one member ( if only brady could have come -- ) but they were as strong as ever -- if not, STRONGER. one mistake made by the other would be forgotten && hit with ten-fold -- they could do it. they could && even with the MILD hesitation still present in his choice -- making the wrong mistake could be FATAL. the spell book still TIGHT in his grip, unwilling to let go or even LOOSEN in the slightest, a smirk curved over his lips, UNUSUAL to his features which held the shit-eating grin so often. a hand stuck out. 

                ❛ i DOUBT i would be able to shake you off MY case for the time being, huh? we’re in this TOGETHER, then, so you better not die on the battle-field! we’ll be two in ONE mega-beast that will DESTROY the enemy ranks -- they better watch their BACKS! ❜

[saxeira-blog]

"Hold still--! You've got something on your face." ( D A D to the rescue ! )

affectionate starters. «

           ❛ DAD !! i’m EIGHTEEN, i can handle it if something’s on my               face !                ……where is it. ❜ 

[scioner-archive-blog]

Odin...I received a message Ylisse. I-I'm sorry but...A-Aunt Lis...died.

                     rip out my muse’s heart in one ask.                                                                      ACCEPTING || NOT ACCEPTING                                                 ❛ sindancer ❜

                  && the WAY his heart crumbled as the dreaded words left his lips was something that hadn’t happened before. hadn’t happened for a LONG time. the war in ylisse was over -- nothing for him to fret over in the ETERNAL struggle against the darkness. she had uncle chrom ( who wasn’t in perfect condition himself, what with age ) && aunt robin -- everyone who had decided to stay was there -- FATHER was there. && he knew the man would have never let anything happened to her yet THERE THEY WERE, standing in the vast silence as golden orbs stared on forward, the smile curved onto his lips trying so hard not to falter as his bottom lip shook, fantom tears threatening to spill over but held back so slowly. HE LEFT -- he wasn’t there. THEY DIDN’T GET TO SAY GOOD-BYE && the name that left so proudly from her lips had changed along with himself. she hadn’t even seen his new costume change! ( what a SHOCK that would have been. ) but now she was gone -- not even a single message. 

                   feet carried him away unconsciously, not a moments notice given to him until eyes opened once more && an unforgivable rage overcame him -- one SHARP kick at whatever he could find && whatever was near ( which just so happened to be a chair ) left a numbing pain in his foot that could not compare the sense of loss the he had overcome. it felt as if only yesterday he had seen her smile light up the room. the way the stories flowed from her lips && the look of adoration that crossed even his own FATHER’S stern features. all gone. && he COULDN’T go back to her funeral nor could he say goodbye one last time. GODS, his father must have been a wreck. 

                   unknowingly had he FALLEN back onto the nearest chair, head over hands as slender fingers GRIPPED at golden locks of hair ( reminding of his mother once again ) && remembering the dye used -- an honour dedicated for her, he would have said! the tears ONCE AGAIN pricked at his eyes && the stifle of a sob was held back quickly. he wouldn’t come off like this -- they were alone. him && his cousin yet ODIN couldn’t bring himself to look up. to show the sadness brimming in unusual eyes. he couldn’t. voice cracked in one word && the grip on his hair loosened as hands fell down to cover his face. 

              ❛ SHIT... ❜