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Hey, d'you want to hear a horrifying Episode Echoes theory?
y'know we've had a lore book entry stating varying encounters with the Vex on Nessus and how weird they're behaving - like a Guardian saying they swore one was making sandcastles etc. kind of weird and almost childlike. And other reports have talked about how the Vex are spontaneously changing, adapting, learning, in a way that is wholly new for them?
so... remember that fucking weird Swarmers lore from Lightfall?
The CloudArk and Neomuna in the early days was being attacked by the Vex though they didn't know then it was the Vex. They were approached by an Axis Mind named Aesop, which offered to help them in exchange for their loyalty. When they refused... the children's connection to the CloudArk was severed which presumably killed them?
It's a nursery rhyme, so isn't going to be 100% historically accurate - it could well be entirely allegorical.
But I can't help but think about the minds of the children and if they got stuck inside the Vex network rather than outright dying...
And some part of them is now inhabiting the Vex...
Actually thinking about it... the Swarmers nursery rhyme is essentially the story of the Pied Piper, who killed the rats in Hamelin, and when they refused the promised payment, lured the children away with music (often implied to be magical, so the children couldn't resist).
Kind of like the Conductor did with Saint...
Rogue Albatross Mackenzie "Mack" Titania Vermilion is the 21st pilot of Garland Vermilion, ancestral frame of House Vermilion, known as the Divine Engine Ancestor.
House Vermilion has dedicated itself to a generation spanning goal; the absolute destruction of the Karrakin Baronies.
Fly True - Motto of House Vermilion
This has been a historical source of friction between the Albatross and House Vermilion, nominally allied against the Baronies. Vermilion has produced some of the greatest Albatross to ever live, as well as some of its most conflicted.
Every scion of Vermilion that becomes an Albatross bears the same burden. Balancing the imperfect reality of the Albatross' ideals, Vermilion's ancient grudge, and the expectations of stewarding the Divine Engine Ancestor. With Mackenzie, its latest champion, that delicate balance has finally broken.
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Nimüe: it/they. warmind not built by braytech, but was eventually acquired by them when bt bought out its company. was forcibly shut down after going on a rampage when it learned all its scientists had been relocated to other projects. recently found again by a pair of guardians and their ghosts. very murderbot like
Auxâ: she/her. solar variant lucent wizard, former deathsinger and doesn't speak because of that (playing fast and loose with deathsong lore because i can). her ghost Tacet (they/them) speaks for her. doesn't particularly agree with Savathûn or the majority of the brood, a lot like Luzaku
Kythra: they/them. last member of a semi-incorporeal species destroyed by the witness. mad scientist. doesn't actually like the witness (definitely helped to destroy it when the time came) but the power was necessary for what they wanted to accomplish. beefs with Rhulk, helped create Nezarec, thinks Savathûn is fascinating. i have an entire idea for a raid with them as the final boss that plays with the manipulation of light and dark, and has lore reasoning for why it would be replayable
Bones: they/them. wish dragon raised by the ghost Skein (it/its) that now helps it get revenge on the people who wronged their ghost. just general chaos. works as a sorta back market dealer in wishes things that guardians want/need but can't get easily or at all (like the end to a losing streak in the crucible). a hunter
Sigurd: he/they. ahamkara pretending to be a recently lightless warlock to escape the great hunt. stole the face of the warlock that took their right arm. basically just a dragon learning to be human and appreciate humanity for what it is.
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Visitation
This one was written during Season of the Witch, after Immaru said what he said to Eris.
Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there.
Ikora Rey and Eris Morn stood together at the table in Ikora’s office, pouring over a map of Savathun’s spire, the locations of various secrets marked upon it. Eris was adding the details of the unlock mechanism for another location that had been found in the most recent passthrough.
Immaru floated in from an adjoining room, angrily hovering over the map, his spiked shell shivering in rage.
“Figures you’d be here. Something I said must’ve touched a nerve. I had a little visit last night from your psychopath boyfriend.”
Ikora looked at Eris in confusion. Eris shrugged and shook her head.
“Eris doesn’t have a… boyfriend.”
“Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way that guy looks at her?”
“What guy?” Ikora asked.
Eris looked up impassively from her adjustments. “I have no idea who you are speaking of.”
“Sketchy. Wears a lot of green. Has a fucked up sewed together abomination of a ghost that can’t speak?” Immaru visibly shuddered.
“Hmmm…” Eris returned to the detail she was providing on the map. “…and what did the Drifter say to you that has you so terrified?”
“That’s the thing. He didn’t say anything. Just stood there staring at me with those cold dead eyes. Then he bounced a coin off of me a few times while that darkness mutated freak he calls a ghost scanned me. Like he was figuring out which bits of me he could cut off without being noticed. Didn’t matter what I said to him. He just stared at me. Then he walked away.”
“It does not sound like anything of note happened at all.” Eris said dispassionately.
“I’m curious as to how he got in there.” Ikora muttered.
“The Drifter has his… methods.”
“That wasn't nothing that happened.” Immaru floated closer to Eris, his shell twisting sideways. “I’ve given enough threats to know when I’m receiving one. You keep that psycho away from me. You need me. Someone like that doesn’t follow the rules. Someone like that’ll cut you up for no reason, just because, just like he did his own ghost. He’s unhinged.”
Ikora sighed, “I will increase security.”
“I do not control the Drifter,” Eris stood as she finished her sketch detailing the order in which the runes needed to be activated to open that particular door. “…and, with all due respect to Ikora’s security methods, if there is somewhere he wishes to be, there isn’t much anyone can do to keep him out.” She twitched her fingers and her soulfire wreathed Ahamkara bone flew from where it had been sitting on Ikora’s desk to her hand. “If you do not want him to visit you, I recommend you avoid taking actions which might attract his notice.”
“Yeah it’s totally just coincidence he showed up after I started talking shit about your dead ghost. Not related at all.”
Ikora raised her eyebrows.
“Hmmm…” Eris turned to leave.
“The fuck are you smiling about.” Immaru snarled.
“Hmmm…” She walked out the door, cradling her glowing orb.
Arboreal Communion
This was written for a gift fic exchange for @wonderwafles. I was very surprised to be, apparently, the first person to use Luzaku as a character tag on Ao3? With the amount people have been swooning over her online I am so confused. Perhaps she's just not being tagged? I don't know. All I do know is that this makes me want to include her in more things because she's amazing.
Link to read on Ao3 if you prefer: https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/147310786
Summary: Eris visits Luzaku in the Blooming Deep.
"The Sky greets you."
"Hmmm...."
Light poured in from the roof of the grotto as Luzaku bowed reverently to the god of Vengeance.
Eris Morn approached the thin silver sapling limbs sprouting from the rocks in the centre of the Blooming Deep. Her steps were sure and measured. Luzaku looked upon her with awe.
Behind her, Eris Morn's companion peered out from a large rock. It kept its gun muzzle pointed directly between Luzaku's three eyes.
Luzaku nodded toward the companion in acknowledgement as one would an Acolyte for a revered Hive Wizard. It smiled. The smile was unkind and threatening. Filled with teeth. Luzaku wondered if this was an attempt at expressing friendliness in a cross-cultural way. She suspected otherwise. The gun muzzle did not waver.
Luzaku turned back to the Sky Mother's newest sister as the three-eyed human examined glowing buds on pale spindly branches. She seemed to ignore Luzaku although the Wizard could not help but notice that the strange soulfire enshrouded orb in Eris' hand pulsated with every approaching step she took.
Luzaku slowed her movements and kept her distance so as not to startle the watchful one. Unlike the Bane of the Swarm, it was nervous, its focus coiled tight.
The god of Vengeance, in contrast, seemed unconcerned, as though Luzaku was not even a threat compared to the hordes she had vanquished. This was something Luzaku knew to be true. Should Crota's Bane desire Luzaku's death, that death would already have come.
"I am told you protect it." Eris spoke after many tense and silent moments.
She did not face or address Luzaku, looking instead to a space beyond the tree, but the intended recipient of her words was clear enough.
"This one's place is here," Luzaku explained. "This one will contemplate. Protect. Plan."
"Plan what?" Eris asked. Her voice demanded response. Luzaku was impressed by how compelling the small fleshy god's utterance was. The latent power beneath the deity's tone was palpable and far larger in stature than her physical form. Despite their size difference, it made Luzaku feel... small.
"This one does not know." She answered truthfully. "Only that this one's plans remain defiant to the all-edged lie."
"Hmmm..." Eris turned. Her three glowing eyes, bound by cloth, looked at Luzaku as though only just noticing her now. Eye to eye to eye. An Acolyte's eyes. Just as Luzaku's had once been.
The god of Vengeance uttered one word, again compelling an answer: "Why?"
This was judgment, then. Luzaku felt herself swell with strength as she replied from her innermost being. She spoke her truth to the Sky Mother's sister plainly and without artifice. Unafraid. Let her be judged. Aiat.
"The Sky... the Light... calls to this one."
The small fleshy god's head tilted to the side, listening.
"We all have our purposes," Luzaku continued. "We are all our own individuals. This one's purpose is here."
The watchful one behind the rock twitched as Luzaku floated near to the tree and splayed her three-fingered hands near the branches, caressing them without touching them.
Eris continued to look up at the Wizard, her expression unreadable.
Luzaku floated back slightly and bowed again to the Bane of the Swarm. Her chitin felt suddenly brittle.
The silence lay thick and heavy between them. Luzaku waited.
Eris Morn took a step forward, removed her glove, and placed her hand on one of the small roots of the young silver tree.
On instinct, Luzaku tentatively reached out her Hive-clawed hand and took hold of one of the silver sapling's upper branches.
Time seemed to slow.
Beneath the bark Luzaku felt a surge of energy welling up from below them both. Sadness. Hope. Relief. A feeling of almost... completion. A rightness. A sense of calm. Gratitude.
Movement on the edge of Luzaku's vision caught her eye and pulled her from this strange arboreal communion.
The Lucent Hive Wizard watched Eris Morn's Acolyte-like companion shift and raise its gun toward her.
Why would it attack now, when the small fleshy god seemed content? Did it perceive Luzaku as a threat? There was no time to react. The companion was so quick, its eyes cold, its expression vicious. The gun fired so fast.
Luzaku let the calm from the tree wash over her as she waited for her death to come, knowing as she did so that any companion of the Sky-Mother's sister would know how to crush her ghost. This was the end, then. She felt only confusion and a small sadness.
The gun barked four times, five, six.
Both Luzaku and Eris let go of the tree.
Luzaku looked down upon her chitinous body. She was uninjured. The bullets were not meant for her.
She spun in the air. On a moss-covered ledge behind her were the dissipating forms of four Taken Psions and a Phalanx.
"Sorry for ruinin' the moment," the companion said with a gravelly voice while spinning its pistol on its finger.
"Hmmm... thank you," the tiny god's voice was warm, almost gentle. "We were both... preoccupied."
Luzaku, too, bowed in thanks.
"I could see that," the companion said. It holstered its weapon. "Look, if you two are gonna keep fondlin' that tree we should set up a perimeter. This place is crawling with Taken."
"That will not be necessary," Eris replied, staring at a point on the rock wall away from both of them. Then she added "...this time."
Luzaku cocked her head.
"I would, however, appreciate your assistance with a perimeter when I return," Eris continued.
She looked back to the Lucent Hive. "Do you know what tea is, Luzaku?"
The way Eris Morn said her name was different from all other humans Luzaku had encountered. Eris Morn used the inflections and pronunciation of the Hive. Luzaku felt a shudder run through her at the sound of an alien human tongue speaking in a way that was so intimate and familiar.
"This one does not."
"It is a drink," Eris explained. "I will bring some and we will share it when I visit you next..." She paused and the corner of her lip quirked up in a small smile before she continued, "...Guardian."
Luzaku hissed in surprise, twisting in the air a moment before composing herself and responding...
"Aiat."
The companion raised both of its eyebrows at this exchange, looking back and forth between Eris and the Lucent Wizard. Then it shrugged and fell in step behind Eris as she walked toward the exit.
Just before they left the watchful one did something odd. It paused in the doorway, put two of its fingers near its temple and then quickly moved them away while looking at Luzaku.
Then it turned to Eris and said "Ya know, I always wanted a pet Hive."
Luzaku heard Eris sigh deeply as they both disappeared from her sight.
A wish you shall not fear, O' Beloved of mine.`` Ahamkara were many things, kind and loving were not of those. Yet now, he looks down to the joyful face of his mate, and feels his heart flutter in a hollow chest.
i also play destiny (2) here's my guardians
guy on the left is korhal, ahamkara who managed to survive the great hunt by immediately laying low. not actually a hunter but pretends to be one because no one questions guardians being weird. pretending to be a hunter specifically because doing all the paperwork everyone else refuses to do makes them essential enough to keep around, and keeps them off the front lines.
guy on the right is cricket, eliksni warlock. he likes fish. and pink. i'm not actually sure when exactly they were first risen but they survived out in the ruins of old earth for a fair bit of time before getting picked up by the vanguard
naked refs below the cut, no actual nsfw
Time is a Broken Mirror
Chapter 1 now up!
What would a Warmind wish for if he had the chance?
Resurrected as a Guardian, Rasputin ends up in the clutches of an Ahamkara before his first day is up.
His wish brings him back in time to face himself in a chance to fix his biggest regret but before he's ready to do that he first has to convince the Iron Lords to train him while racing the clock to get good enough before they leave to try to take SIVA from Site 6.
“I am not certain that I enjoy being an Exo more than being an AI locked in a bunker. The feeling of cold is very unpleasant. Can’t I have the option to turn it off?” A tall matte white exo complained as he hiked up the side of a mountain, heavy winter coat pulled tightly around him.
The ghost that was tucked into the hood of the coat grunted “I can’t turn you off when you annoy me. Deal with it. Part of being a person now Red,” and snuggled further into the coat. The Exo rolled his eyes but allowed the comment that might have at one point earned someone a great deal of pain.
“I do not think this is what Ana envisioned when she started playing music for me all those years ago. It certainly wasn’t something I ever calculated in any possible future,” He kept talking, mostly to distract himself from the blizzard they were fighting to get to the top. This would have been easier if he had stolen a ship.
“Never met her but from what I heard through the ghost rumor mill, which is very extensive, she would have flipped her lid if she had seen you. It’s probably for the best that dragon got to us first,” the ghost said basking in the heat being vented by the Exo with every breath.
“Perhaps. I doubt things will go better once we arrive if they realize who I am,” the new guardian sighed but he couldn’t fix things if they didn’t know he was attempting to do the fixing. He would have to reveal himself eventually and lying before that wouldn’t look good. He wasn’t sure what the best choice was and he didn’t have the same room in this mind for advanced calculations to try to compare both the way he could have before.
“Look, I’m just saying, we shouldn’t go in guns blazing on this one. You can be Red for a little while. Prove yourself. Make friends. Then let it come out after some time, once they like you more. Felwinter is a ghost killer. You have hunted him for years. I’d like to live a little longer, thank you very much,” The ghost grumbled and Red sighed.
“You’re right. I just… I need to learn all I can. This time’s me is less than pleased I accessed that bunker but I managed to disable his tracking on me and Siddar- Felwinter. Unless we access the panels or directly mark ourselves, Rasputin shouldn’t be able to find us.” He said feeling a little odd talking about himself when he was right there.
“And even if he does, you were able to gain control over some of the combat frames that tried to attack us. But I doubt a mental tug-o-war would go over well for long, you have the smaller brain now,” the ghost added oh so helpfully.
“I need to gain access to the seraph bunkers. If I can change the passcodes and take control it will limit his power so if- when- it comes to it, I can take control of the SIVA and prevent the carnage I once caused. But as I am now… I am, what did the Guardian call it? A new light? I do not know how best to control my body or abilities. So first we petition the Iron Lords and gain knowledge and skill, then we take control of the bunkers and weaken this time’s Rasputin, and finally I take control of the SIVA nanites and use them to help protect humanity like was originally intended by destroying the warsats and the other me completely. Remove myself from Xivu Arath’s sights before she even arrives,” He listed out the plan he had come up with once he realized where and when he was.
“Sounds so simple when you put it that way. Turn up here, you can’t see it in the storm but we’re approaching a watchtower. We should as for help to the Temple. I’ll say hidden.” The ghost said then vanished. Red vented out a huff of steam but dutifully went in the direction his ghost told him trusting the bot. He had seen though Felwinter’s memories how much Felspring had come to mean to him and he saw how Osiris had used to be with Sagira and how much he missed the ghost so he while they might not always agree, he was making an effort to trust and listen to the little drone.
“Who are you and what do you want?” A familiar voice startled Red and he was surprised to see Osiris float down in front of him, snow melting around the warlock’s slippered feet making Red sigh in jealousy of how warm he must be.
“My name is Red, I’m looking to petition the Iron Lords but currently I just want to get out of this blizzard.” He admitted honestly.
Osiris narrowed hs eyes but hummed, “Very well. I will escort you inside. This way,” He said and started down a path that was hard to make out as the wind shifted and picked up in intensity. Cold was starting to be his least favorite feeling so far.
Thankfully it only took a few more minutes before a pair of grand doors were swinging open to allow them both entry and Red sighed in relief at the warmth as he looked around curiously. He had seen the place through the scattered memories that he gained of Felwinter’s but it was different to see with his own eyes and he had to admit he was impressed.
Students milled about chatting with their peers, ghosts occasionally zipping past or hovering near their partners chatting with other ghosts. It felt like the place of learning it was meant to be and had a warm friendly feeling to it. Looking through some arches they passed he jumped a little at a huge wave of solar energy that was blasted through the courtyard followed sharp stinging arc energy along the ground and a orb of void humming through the air. Osiris thankfully slowed to let him watch the show.
“That’s just new lights, testing their limits. If you think that’s impressive wait until you see someone with experience take the field,” Osiris scoffed and Red did his best to hide the way his face twitched wanting to shift toward a smile. Some things were eternal it seemed, like Osiris’ ego.
“I’m guessing you are not a new light?” He asked and Osiris grinned at him, eyes taking on a gold sheen.
“I am not, although I am not an Iron Lord either. I am training under Lord Felwinter. We will see if any of the Iron Lords accept you as a student. I have to admit, Exos are not common around here. There’s only a handful I’ve seen besides Lord Felwinter himself. Where were you raised?” He asked tilting his head before starting to walk again and Rasputin considered the question. The less he lied the better.
“I will tell you if you spar with me and win. If I win, then you will not complain if I petition Lord Felwinter to train me too.” He bargained while his ghost screamed at him internally. He was protected here by the Iron Decree unless he did something to break it himself.
Osiris grinned at him with teeth. “Counter offer, I get to ask you any questions I want for five minutes if I win and you must answer truthfully.” He said and Red nodded holding out his hand.
“Deal.” He agreed and Osiris shook it before marching out onto the field.
“CLEAR OUT! I NEED SPACE!” He shouted and the new lights fled like a flock of birds away from a rabid dog. Red dutifully followed him out and stood on the opposite side of the field. His main advantage was experience watching a much older, wiser Osiris fight as well as his Exo body being more durable than Osiris’ softer human body.
“You are an idiot! He’s going to wipe you off the face of the earth while cackling manically!” his ghost hissed at him mentally.
“Be quiet, I need to focus.” He said and drew on Felwinter’s memories that he had retained as Osiris finally finished clearing the field and took his place. The Warlock immediately set himself ablaze and launched himself up into the air to rain fire down over Red who didn’t bother trying to dodge knowing it would be useless. Instead he drew the void around him like a protective cloak and let the fire fizz off of it causing the field to fill with steam and smoke.
When Osiris touched back down with a smirk that suggested he thought he already won, Red jumped and slammed down on him with all the force of a falling warsat crushing him like a little bug. Stepping back as Sagira appeared Red looked at his hands and the blood coating it with a sick feeling in his stomach. That was something he was definitely going to have to get over if he planned on fighting. He couldn’t get queasy over blood, especially blood that didn’t matter since Osiris was already brought back and grumbling at the cheering crowds around the field they were in.
“Best of three?” Red offered and Osiris snorted.
“Another time. I should have known better than to get cocky but I won’t make that mistake again. However, I am a man of my word. Come, I will take you to Lord Felwinter and let him decide whether or not to take you on,” He said and Red huffed realizing Osiris planned to take him covered in blood looking like some sort of barbarian. The Warlock was clever but so was Red.
With a shimmer of light his ghost changed out his gear and cleaned him up. He would be colder in the more simple clothing if he had to go outside but while in the temple it would at least keep him from looking a mess. Osiris tilted his head slightly clearly not expecting him to have had a change of clothes already.
“You’re oddly prepared for a new light.” Osiris said and Red shrugged.
“It took a while to get here and I wasn’t going to stay in filthy clothes the whole time. Plus as soon as I woke up some asshole started attacking me. You get good at protecting yourself when you have no other choice,” He said mostly because it made his ghost snicker internally at both hearing him cuss and insulting himself.
“And you won’t tell me where you were brought back or who attacked you?” He asked and Red shrugged.
“I never said that, but I’m not telling the story twice in the same day and I figure the Iron Lords would like to hear it.” He said and Osiris looked back at him with a considering glint in his eyes.
“Very well, wait here. I will go in and see if the Iron Lords can see you.” He said and slipped into a door. Red wanted to peek inside and try to hear what was said but he resisted the urge and folded his arms over his chest.
After a few minutes Osiris stepped out and held the door open waving him inside. Red let his eyes trace over the group gathered there picking out the Iron Lords he recognized. Saladin, Radegast, Perun, Skorri, Jolder and Felwinter were all there at moment with others he didn’t immediately recognize. He heard Jolder gasp when his eyes met hers and forced himself not to grimace and instead bow slightly.
“Hello, I am Red. I have come here to petition the Iron Lords for the chance to train here. I first woke up in a bunker of some sort and was attacked immediately upon waking by what I have come to know to be called combat frames. I managed to get to an adjoining room and lock them out using a console where my ghost managed to download some data before we escaped. We’ve been on the run since. I want to learn to defend myself and I would like to learn more about the bunkers. I heard rumors that there would be someone here that might be able to help me.” He said carefully letting his gaze flicker between the different Iron Lords before falling on Felwinter to try to judge his son’s reaction.
“Felwinter, look! You have a little brother! He’s got the same menacing glare you do!” Came a voice from the side that made Red jump and jerk his head to the side as Timur sauntered over to him grinning. His first instinct was to back up but that caused him to bump into Osiris who grabbed his arm in what could have been a friendly manner but Red knew was Osiris trapping him so he couldn’t escape Lord Timur who immediately started poking and prodding at his face. Red shoved down the urge to bite the eccentric warlock.
“Lord Timur, leave him alone. He’s debating biting you.” Felwinter said and Red looked at him startled worried maybe they had some sort of mental connection and Felwinter could read his thoughts.
“I can’t read your thoughts but I can read your face and I know what I would be debating doing in your place.” Felwiner said and Red half shuttered his eyes in a suspicious squint that had Timur laughing and even Osiris had an amused quirk to his lips.
“I will train you. Osiris can you find him a room near my observatory?” He asked and Osiris tilted his head in a slight bow.
“Of course.” He agreed and dragged Red out with him right as the arguing started. He let himself get dragged for a while before digging in his heels and jerking Osiris to a stop.
“Are you upset that he actually agreed to train me? I do not wish to cause strife.” He asked seriously and Osiris opened his mouth then shut it seeming to think about the answer.
“It will mean less time for me to spend with him which is something I enjoy but no. I am not upset he is going to train you. I am actually relieved. As much as I’d like to think I share much in common with him, there are definitely things that so far he has been alone in. I hope you can offer him a companion in ways that those of us not made of metal and synthskin can’t.” He told him after a moment and Red was surprised by the show of sincerity.
“I will endeavor to be both a good student and help how I can. I would like to have friends.” He said and Osiris nodded.
“Well be careful who you choose for that. As much as we might wish otherwise, the Iron Temple is filled with politics and you haven’t signed onto the popular side of things. Come on, we need to get you some toiletries and bedding from the quartermaster then I’ll show you the options for rooms.” He said and Red relaxed a little glad he hadn’t pissed the Phoenix of the Dark Ages off already. He was sure there would be time for that later.
It's understandable don't worry! I'm no artist, but I too have a bit of a hard time thinking about designs that aren't just humanoid or animals from earth (or both). As for the thinking about alien societies, I'm no expert either, but I like to think that I can decently put together some interesting stuff with inspirations mostly from around history.
I'd like to point out a couple of other humanoid designs that I think are quite good with the spin they give to the idea. I know Fear Reaper looks more like a robot to most, but for me, it reminds me of a puppet with oversized hands. Like, they're so big that it's hard to picture them running with those instead of just floating around with some strings or chains conected to them. There's also Fortress, with their multible faces and four arms.
Agreed, it was quite off putting that these supposed alien invaders ended up being just humas with crazy hair. As for Marucho's program giving the Bakugan forms more familiar for humans, that's gona be a very interesting topic to explore, especially from the perspective of the bakugan themselves, who got isekai'd into another world with new shapes.
Although it may not end up being such a big change, the fact that these rifts appear naturally due to the Silent Core's power eroding the fabric of reality instead of Mikhail's portal is a nice touch. It also gives a good reason as to why the Vestals managed to reach Vestroia, allowing study them for a good time before being able to make their own portal.
That's what I've also thought! We already have Naga's minions in the last dozen episodes of season one (two of them actually surviving), so why couldn't there be more dual atributed Bakugan? I don't want to ramble here, but I also think the idea of Bakugan born from the Doom Dimension (like in the videogame) would be really cool too, maybe like a forced reincarnation caused by the Silent Core of those who perished there, but lack any memories of their past life?
Imagine all the shenanigans Mikhail could've experienced as the first human in Vestroia, that's quite a lot of wasted narrative potential.
The bonding between the Brawlers and their Bakugan has to be one of my favourite things in the series, especially in season one with characters like Shun (that episode hurted :,) ). Having new partners each season not only opens the possibility of having new stories, but it can also help develop other aspects of the brawlers that couldn't be explored with the partner before, or maybe new ones that appeared recently.
Your design ideas ARE very cool indeed! I don't know any specific monster artists out there, but let me tell you that folklore and cryptids are a good source of inspiration. Do not apologize! My response ended up being quite rambly too, so we're even xD I'm glad to have formulated a thought provoking question, those are some of the best when working on a project like this.
Hello! I've been binging on the headcannons and designs of your AU all day, they're very creative and have quite a lot of thought behind that makes them feel organic and vibrant.
Now, my question is about what are your headcannons for the other half of the characters, a.k.a. "The Bakugan™"? Though I'm not only talking about the monster protagonists, but Bakugan as a species. I haven't seen anyone flesh them out as of yet.
RIGHT SO here's the issue I run into whenever I try to work on Bakugan: I only know how to draw people. I'm not creative enough to do diverse designs that don't follow the general shape of a bipedal humanoid. Sometimes I draw a tail or something. I have a lot of respect for people who can design and detail fantasy creatures; they're always so creative and some of them literally blow me away. Additionally, from a writing perspective, I'm not very good at alien society worldbuilding, because I'm not creative enough to make up a whole new society. I'm not J R R Tolkien, for sure.
This presents a problem because I like to tell stories through designs. I let a character's looks influence the story (instead of the other way around, but that's because I just really like drawing things and then trying to get them to fit my story hehe) but if I can't draw a character, their part is just void.
When it comes to monster designs, unless it's horror or very very pretty (very arbitrary decision, tbh), I don't like humanoid creatures at all. I don't like Ravenoid or Robotallion or whatever the fuck Drago becomes in the later seasons. Exceptions are Gorem because I love colossi and Monarus because they're beautiful. And Lars Lion but I'd be okay if she was redesigned. I'm thinking of a deer with its antlers forming a crossbow.
I'd like to headcanon that Bakugan themselves have more primordial, indiscernible forms, but Marucho's program is able to translate the energy readings into physical beings. I always find it strange when a supposed alien creature looks like a person except maybe their eyes are different or they're taller (looking at you, Vestals. I want them to look truly alien, almost freakishly so. Maybe they can retain a humanoid silhouette but generally I want to go for something COOL) but at least for Bakugan I can just say "yah like Marucho's program makes them look like a giant turtle trust".
A Bakugan's energy is very powerful and unstable, especially reliant on the state of the central cores, which fuels all Bakugans' life force. Two cores is kind of like two notes played that forms a dissonant core. The power generated is unbalanced (Silent core is stronger) and it ruptures the fabric of the universe over time. Powered up by the dissonant split cores, this energy escapes through cracks in the dimension, which leaks into new worlds. Usually this leads to preventing the heat death of a universe, but my AU's world was able to harness the energy and translate that into a pokemon game.
Once the cores are reunited, the energy flows in harmony, but lingering effects of the rips remain. The energy is still leaking out, and can be captured. This is how the Vestals found the dimension and colonized it.
I actually like the idea that because of the separation of the cores, all the attributes were separated as well, and the joining of the cores at the end of S1 meant that all the attributes intermingled. related to that, I think it would be mega fun if S2 onwards, there are bakugan with dual or even three attributes, because of the cores joining. It'll definitely bring an interesting aspect to a Bakugan tournament, where a two different attribute brawlers can use the same Bakugan.
I think Mikhail really missed a golden opportunity to study the sociology of sentient energy, honestly. Instead he got caught up in traveling between dimensions.
Honestly while I have thought about how my AU's Bakugan might differ from the show's, I definitely have not thought about it enough to be able to write a worldbuilding manual out of it :( It's all very surface level stuff.
What I will say is that at the start of every season they gotta shake up the main team's Bakugan and have them get new ones. I liked being able to see how the brawlers and the Bakugan interact in the beginning of their partnerships, but the later seasons just drop you in the middle of a fight with a Bakugan you've never seen before and never explain how they met. If you want to treat your Bakugan like real characters you gotta flesh out that backstory!
With all these disclaimers out of the way, here are some Bakugan design ideas I wrote down a while back:
"a hummingbird with a scythe shaped beak" : while hummingbirds themselves are pretty nonthreatening, imagine a grim reaper hummingbird. hilarious. Darkus or Ventus attribute. This was extremely inspired by oberus and the fact that her design is so good i have no idea what the fuck they were going for. Exactly what I want.
"just a bundle of wings (think biblically accurate seraphim but butterfly wings instead of feathered ones) that slowly fall off and reveal a cocoon. once evolution happens, the cocoon opens up to reveal-" : I didn't have an idea for what it would reveal, but i like the idea of an ominous bundle of butterfly wings. Ventus.
"Biblically accurate owl" : A barn owl looking creature with no eyes on its face, but with eyes all over its wings. Darkus.
"Monstrous barreleye" : honestly you can probably make any of the deep sea creatures into a horrifying Aquos Bakugan, but the barreleye is my favorite. Imagine a big fish but with a clear dome and inside is just like. a writhing mass of tissue. What's going on here?
"Stingray skeleton, but it flies" : Stingrays have insanely cool skeletons. Their bones look like feathers. Haos.
A slightly warped vers (don't even ask how it's warped, it's different ok) of the lion costumes you see in a southern Chinese lion dance. Pyrus.
"Earthwyrm" : I think I just wanted a cool giant worm. A million teeth and cutting it up creates multiple wyrms. They can burrow to different gate cards using wyrm holes. Subterra.
Now that I'm writing these out I think my design ideas are fun. Maybe I'll draw them one day. This post ended up a lot more rambly than I expected, I apologize. You do bring up an interesting question though, it seems like I should start thinking about how the Bakugan as a species fit into my world.
Recommend to me your favorite monster artist! My personal favorite currently is matryoshiiika, but I would love to study more!
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And that's how we got Ruined Monty
I played L4D2 (using FNAF mods) with @chippiee as Monty and me as Roxy, and while I was trying to heal her, she didn't want me to and kept closing the door on me while she locked herself in a bathroom :'D I had to draw that stupid shenanigans hahaha
Sketch number two cause I have an obsession 💜
Skip Google for Research
As Google has worked to overtake the internet, its search algorithm has not just gotten worse. It has been designed to prioritize advertisers and popular pages often times excluding pages and content that better matches your search terms
As a writer in need of information for my stories, I find this unacceptable. As a proponent of availability of information so the populace can actually educate itself, it is unforgivable.
Below is a concise list of useful research sites compiled by Edward Clark over on Facebook. I was familiar with some, but not all of these.
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Google is so powerful that it “hides” other search systems from us. We just don’t know the existence of most of them. Meanwhile, there are still a huge number of excellent searchers in the world who specialize in books, science, other smart information. Keep a list of sites you never heard of.
www.refseek.com - Academic Resource Search. More than a billion sources: encyclopedia, monographies, magazines.
www.worldcat.org - a search for the contents of 20 thousand worldwide libraries. Find out where lies the nearest rare book you need.
https://link.springer.com - access to more than 10 million scientific documents: books, articles, research protocols.
www.bioline.org.br is a library of scientific bioscience journals published in developing countries.
http://repec.org - volunteers from 102 countries have collected almost 4 million publications on economics and related science.
www.science.gov is an American state search engine on 2200+ scientific sites. More than 200 million articles are indexed.
www.pdfdrive.com is the largest website for free download of books in PDF format. Claiming over 225 million names.
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@dimiclaudeblaigan asked for a tutorial on how to begin drawing. Good news! If you can draw a funky looking stick man, you have already started!
I think that stick people are a great starting point for artists because of the things you can learn from them that will be important later on.
If you are able to draw a circle and a couple of lines, you can easily put together a stick person.
Congratulations! You have started to draw. :)
A stick person is a very minimal artistic representation of a real life person. It is simple yet recognizable, and is widely used in art, media, and signage.
But what can a stick person teach us about drawing people that look more like… well, people? Lets have a look!
By simply adding a few more lines, we can add a pair of eyes and a mouth. Maybe even a little triangle nose! Or half circles for ears. We can now draw a face, which provides a basis for all sorts of expressions.
These simple additions can allow us to explore the wide range of human emotion and individuality.
This may seem like the basics of the basics. But that is what we want! In order to get to the point where we are able to draw complex, elaborate representations of humans and objects, we will need to start with simple shapes like lines and circles and build our understanding from there.
For instance, lets give our stick person some cool new features, such as hands and feet. I chose little squiggly circles to represent hands, and triangles to represent feet.
We can go a step further and modify the body of the stick person to include shoulders, hips, elbows and knees. These parts of the human body are quite complex in real life But here, all we need to do is add a few simple lines and dots to our stick person.
The lines provide some additional structural elements to our stick person's body, which are the shoulders and the hips. The dots indicate the points of articulation - elbows and knees, the places where the arms and legs bend!
Now we can use our stick person to show us an even wider range of human movement, action, and expression.
Our little drawing of a human being is evolving! All it took was adding a few more lines and shapes here and there.
By elongating some of the existing lines and making the head an oval instead of a circle, we can give our stick person proportions that resemble that of a real life human.
By this point, we have managed to add more complexity to our stick person simply by using our ability to draw lines, circles, and other basic shapes!
These basic ideas are the building blocks that will enable us to create more complex shapes.
The next part may be a considerable step up if you are absolutely new to drawing, but I have decided to include it in order to show you how complex objects like the human body can be built from shapes that are a bit more complex than circles and lines.
For example. Two ovals and a rectangle can be combined to create a cylinder.
Six squares can be combined to create a cube, or a box. Here, each square is distorted slightly depending on which way the cube is facing.
Note that the back faces of the cube and the bottom of the cylinder are hidden. These shapes allow us to visualize that which should not normally visible.
A sphere from all perspectives can be represented by a circle. But we can make it more like a sphere by adding lighting and shadow if we so desire.
Cubes, cylinders, and spheres are examples of 'solid shapes' because they consist of 3 dimensions.
Lets see how these solid shapes can be used to compose the human body.
By stacking three cylindrical objects, we can create a torso. Two spheres have been added to form shoulders, while a smaller cylinder forms the neck.
An arm is an alternating sequence of spheres and cylinders connected together. Note that the hand has been simplified for this example.
We can apply these solid shapes to the rest of the body to give us a more recognizable representation of the human form. It doesn't even have to be perfect. And just like that, our stick figure now has a silhouette that is unmistakably a person!
In the above examples, notice that we kept the stick person at the beginning while building up the shapes and solids around it. This is because the stick person serves as a guide for positioning the body and its various parts -> also known as posing.
You can do the same thing to everyday objects! Here, I drew a wine glass by stacking these three dimensional solid shapes.
The cup and its contents are two ovoid shapes that were cut in half. The stem is a very thin cylinder shape. The base is a cylinder with a slightly wider bottom.
Solid shapes help inform us how objects and parts of the human body may appear from different perspectives.
For example, a sphere can be used to demonstrate how the human head appears when looking up or down, turned to the side, or tilted at an angle.
With these examples, I hope I have managed to convinced you that if you can draw a circle and a couple of lines, you can draw a person! You just have to train your eye to recognize the simple shapes within complex objects. Try it with everyday objects as well! Or even your favourite media! A drawing subject can be as simple or as complex as you envision it to be.
Once you have mastered that, there are many aspects of drawing you can explore from here that may require you to seek additional resources or a fellow artist's advice.
Last of all, remember that drawing is an iterative process. Even if you draw something correct the first time, you will need to draw it again and again to get it right all times! And by making small changes like the ones we explored in this tutorial, your drawings will gradually transform!
I hope what I've demonstrated here are enough to provide the basics of how to get started with drawing objects and people, and also to help refresh more experienced artists. :) Hopefully I didn't go too off topic with what was requested, and let me know if there are any more questions I can answer.
Cheers :3
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The Owl House Timeline
-Millennia Ago; The Archivists encounter the Demon Realm and send the Collector to play with the young Titans; The Collector meets the Titan known as the Boiling Isles, and comes across King’s egg; The Archivists commence a war against the Titans, who resist their attempts to turn every living thing into scrolls; Due to Titan magic countering their own, the Archivists enlist the help of the local demons, Bill among them, and create the Titan Trappers; An Archivist transforms the Owl Beast into a scroll, only to lose it in the ocean; The Boiling Isles Titan hides King on a remote island, shielded from the view of Archivists, and appoints Jean-Luc as the guardian.
-The Collector is imprisoned in the in-between by the Boiling Isles, who is the last Titan alive; Hooty comes into existence after this during a hunt; The Archivists disappear from the isles; The Titan blows out Bill’s eardrums in a final battle against the Titan Trappers; The Titan escapes to the other side of the planet and ‘dies’, but due to her heart still beating, lingers as a ghost watching from the in-between; Bill communicates with the Collector using one of the moon discs, worshipping them as the Grand Huntsman, only to lose contact when the disc is broken; The Titan Trappers find the Boiling Isles, but are unable to locate King’s egg to free the Collector; Bill’s generation eventually dies out until he is the only one left, leading new generations of wannabe Titan Trappers; Hooty leaves the Boiling Isles’ eye.
-Hecktaceous Period; A Stonesleeper is transported to the Titan’s skull and placed as guardian; Luz Noceda briefly visits through a time pool.
-Witches and demons evolve from the Titan’s corpse; They initially learn glyphs by communicating with the Titan’s spirit on her knee, but eventually rely on their bile sacs instead.
-Thousands of Years Ago; The Bat Queen is carved and abandoned by her owner, a giant, after being wounded; She begins looking after other mistreated palismen in solidarity.
-Circa 1600s; The Deadwardian Era begins.
-1613; Young orphans Philip and Caleb Wittebane arrive in Old Gravesfield.
-Evelyn Clawthorne and Flapjack enter the human realm using an archway powered by Titan’s blood, and befriend a teenage Caleb; Evelyn and Caleb communicate using hidden rebuses, and a vial of Titan’s blood is buried outside the archway in Gravesfield.
-As an adult, Caleb moves to the Boiling Isles’ right arm with Evelyn permanently, marrying her. Philip enters the Boiling Isles through Eclipse Lake, emerging at the Knee, and discovers the Ice glyph.
-Circa May 21st, 16XX; Philip begins writing a journal documenting his journey in the Demon Realm.
-Five years after his arrival, Philip returns to Eclipse Lake and retrieves Titan’s Blood to build a Portal back home, emerging the only survivor; Philip absorbs Palismen essence, beginning his curse and slowing his aging; Philip reunites with Caleb, killing him and being chased off by a pregnant Evelyn; Philip discovers the Plant and Fire glyphs.
-1635; New Gravesfield is founded, replacing the town’s older layout.
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New Cali ref for post series things idk
They/them pronouns only
After Basilisks are safe on the Isles again they like to have their tail as part of their look.
An Unofficial Map of the Boiling Isles- Created after immense research into the Geography and Lore of the Boiling Isles. I spent SO much time and effort on this, both combing through episodes, and the lengthy art process. But I think it paid off.
These are amazing! I wanted to ask if I could use some of these for a fic I'm working on?
So, for some reason decided to write my list of headcanons about basilisk, together with a couple of ideas and similars, enjoy!
---Basilisks are widely know as this powerful nearly unbeatable monsters, equally feared and respected across the Demon realm. People know they exist but they rarely show their true self in public.
---Basilisk are cold-blooded reptilian beast demons of great intellect (same as witches/humans)
---Basilisks need to eat and drink like any other living being, their magic hunger on the other hand is more like a cravinng which they suffice every one in a while. They train and discipline themselves to take control of said craving
-Draining magic from other beings without justification (Just doing it for the sake of power/craving) is view as a savage practice among Basilisk and a signal of one succumbing to its feral instincts.
-Althrought they don't need magic to survive (Can spent months without magic with no major consequences) Magic is vital for their bodies to properly mature and develop. The lack of magic during critical points of the growth can lead to some basilisk to stay small, becoming physical fragile, and the deterioration of some of their senses (commonly sight, taste and touch)
---Basilisk's hair is particularly noteworthy in their culture. As it represents growth, maturity, and the develop of their own identity. One's a young's mane fully covers their head they are considerate teenagers, and once it connects with their back's hair they are considered fully adults (The most strict parents would immediately kick out their children once this happens)
-For a non-basilisk to touch a basilisk's mane is regarded as a privilege reserved only to those they trust the most.
---Is a tradition to celebrate the kid's grown into teenagers with them choosing a second name for themselves. For those who live among witches this is accompanied with them coming out with their own disguise
-A detail no many know, is that Basilisk biologically speaking lack genders. During their transition from kids to teenagers, apart from their names and appearances they are also given the opportunity to choose and become the gender they wished to be identified as. (Yes, is a very awkward but equally wonderful kind of puberty for them)
---To call a basilisk "slug" is the same as asking to get your head eaten in the spot. Is considerate a grave insult, basilisk are reptiles, half snakes to be specific, so be careful to who you go around calling slimy. You may lose you head.
---In contrary to popular belief, Basilisk are just as sentient as any human or witch. And although they are beast and tend to follow their instincts they educate and train themselves to control said instincts.
---Basilisk shapeshifting abilities are limited to only the exterior of their bodies. Their insides can only readjust to accommodate their outside, the smaller or bigger the new shape is to the original, the more magic had to be use.
-Speaking of exteriors, they can only shapeshift their bodies into organic matter. When it comes to clothes and accessories they use extra magic and a layer of their scales to materialize a physical illusion, which if were to be removed, it would feel like peeling off a layer of your skin after sunbathing for too long (It hurts)
---Also in contrary to popular belief, basilisk are not divide by species. Each individual develops unique traits in their natural form depending on certain habits. For example, because of the conditions in which Vee lived, she developed traits that allows her to conserved magic and used it more efficiently (which is why she looks a little chunky around her tail) helping her sustain her disguise for longer periods of time.
-In a similar case, for a basilik to become a Greater one, they would need to dedicate their entire life to constantly feed upon magic, specially during their natural growth spurt to teenagers and adults. Leading to a massive increase in overall size, strength and raw power. With the downgrade of being incapable of maintaining their disguises for too long, easily succumbing to their feral instincts, and only being capable of sustaining themselves with magic.
---For a basilisk to willing reveal their true form to a non-basilisk is seen as a tremendous display of trust and affection. Is basically the human equivalent of coming out. It can go from very awkward to downright terrified for all of the involved.
---The reason the clawthrones were able to initiate their palisman carving traditions in the first place was because their first members were great friends with the local basilisks which lived close by the palistrom woods.
-In exchange for the protection of the woods the basilisks community asked for the founding clawthorns to not only keep their home secret but to also provide safety to their young in times of crisis.
-A certain clawthorn who traveled to the human realm was great friends with a lime-green colored basilisk who didn't trust one bit her friend's decision to befriend the human she brought with her. Especially his brother which she did NOT like in the slightest.
-After Caleb's death, said basilisk friend decided to make Philip pay for what he did to Marelyn's husband. She also suddenly disappeared shortly after, leaving Marilyn even more heartbroken than she already was.
---Belos knew the basilisk's abilities would be indispensable for his plans, so he made preparations to capture Marelyn's friend alive and use her to develop the coven's sigils. And lets just said he had long-term plans for her remains, very similar ones to his brother's
Also planning in making a couple more like this for: The emperor's coven, Marelyn, Caleb and Philip, Grimmwalkers, things like that. Stay tuned
Isere and Allia are a pair of basilisk siblings cloned from the same extinct egg samples, about as biologically related as they could be
Isere is more of a nervous wreck compared to his sister despite being older, he just wants to be left alone and avoids conflict
Allia is more defiant and firey, the kind to speak up when Isere is too scared to as she was more exposed to the post Belos era and didn't have to live in fear as long as her brother
Looking for people who wants to help with a TOH fanfic project
Aye! Thanks for stopping by this post! Not sure if you remember this blog (https://www.tumblr.com/kai525h/700824695994548224/the-owl-house-crack-au-new-life-old-scales?source=share), but I can safely say that it has evolved from a simple crackfic idea to a full blown AU!
I've been working the last couple of months to write down the universe and characters of the "New Life, Old Scales" fic, and I'm looking for anyone interested in putting their name on it. Anyone willing to beta read, throw in ideas and simply discuss is welcome, though considering that this is my first ever fic, experience is greatly appreciated.
Just hit me with a DM or a reblog this post with your desire to be a part of the project on it. Thanks for reading!
I’m gonna be sharing my Owl House Wips and Aus for a while now that it’s over and I’m definitely hyper fixating on them.
Open Portal Au
Luz, her sister Vee, and their childhood friend Hunter end up exploring an old house that was said to have belonged to a “witch” many years ago and a number of people went missing in it too. While both Luz and Vee could only hope it was haunted, Hunter was more hoping it was just empty. Not that he was scared per say, but his dad did want him back in time for dinner and he wasn’t sure if any ghosts would be fine with them just saying hi and bye like the girls insisted.
Though what they find instead of ghosts happens to be a portal to a demon realm they never knew existed.
Hunter, Vee, and Darius are all human. Hunter was adopted by Darius and Vee was adopted by Camila.
I really would’ve made all three of them siblings but I still wanted Dadrius.
Also Masha is a witch.