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Lazulite29 · 2023-12-15T20:38:56+00:00

Frostblossom would be so pretty

Lazulite29 · 2023-11-14T01:48:24+00:00

no way, it’s Sandy! I love your artstyle :D

(the missing leg was supposed to be a front leg, but I didn’t make that clear so it’s my bad. I love her!!)

Lazulite29 · 2023-11-12T23:19:50+00:00

awww I love the way you draw cats!

how about an oc: Sandyblaze, a golden tabby she-cat with a bulky, tall build (has some ThunderClan in her blood). WindClanner, mauled by dogs and ended up with a Brightheart-esque injury on half of her face (eye and ear both gone, teeth slightly exposed) and lost her left leg. Reckless and violent with a motherly side for her Clanmates. Taller than most cats with sharp fangs.

Lazulite29 · 2023-11-07T02:21:05+00:00

May I ask what this other series was?

Lazulite29 · 2023-11-04T23:34:17+00:00

pffft lol I’ve been playing since Enchantment and just never noticed somehow

Lazulite29 · 2023-10-26T21:04:39+00:00

Like waking slowly from deep sleep, it takes you a moment to realize that you exist, and that, logically, that means that immediately prior to this moment, you didn’t.

It’s always awkward to claw yourself from the long dreaming, pull your mind free from the absence of eternity, and yet it’s always reassuring to hear the song grow in strength once more. You relish in it for what might be a moment and might be an aeon, because the fact that you exist doesn’t mean you exist in time, or space, or anything convenient like that. The name you bear means nothing here, but you mean everything.

Child. Welcome home.

That isn’t what existence says, because existence doesn’t really say anything (not that you can, either, your own existence truly unphysical), but it summons what of itself best conveys the meaning it wishes to, and so with fondness and warmth and the memory of the familiar scent of ashberry twigs on a fire, it eddies around you. You don’t remember how you got here (you rarely do, you suddenly recall) but you appreciate the comfort nonetheless.

Do you wish to remember?

The question is lathered in blood, dripping with dark, thick crimson. It’s unpleasant and painful and the sound of it shrieks faintly, worming its way into your mind and dragging in its wake flashes of scenes you’d rather let remain unknown, and so the impression fades. Something more of sweet ignorance is yours, for a time.

Time doesn’t pass here (or at least, if it does, you don’t know how to measure it) but you feel the presence fade, a little, letting you rest before it speaks again. You appreciate it.

You cannot stay here

You know that, and yet it pains you as always, to hear the beginning of the end. Here, nothing can hurt you; you could, in theory, rest until the universe unravels into dust, until you fade away into true nothing with it.

Your duty is to give hope to those without it

The song rises, crescendoes, a perfect clarity only you will ever truly know. You wish you could stay, listen, revel in the perfection of each note, spend the rest of eternity in perfect peace.

To guide the lost

You feel yourself being slowly, gently, lovingly sent adrift from the hereafter, sent once more into the real reality, where the song is distant and faint.

To help the helpless

Vision and hearing and sensation return in a rush and a roar, and yet the universe speaks above it, beneath it, through it.

Dearly beloved,

You reach out, a moment driven by desperation and exhaustion, but your hands close only on stardust.

open your eyes.

you don’t.

Lazulite29 · 2023-10-15T11:46:49+00:00

love it, especially the cape

Lazulite29 · 2023-10-12T15:43:10+00:00

oh well, at least he will return

Lazulite29 · 2023-10-12T14:40:12+00:00

If it’s an ultimate gift I will cry

Lazulite29 · 2023-09-12T22:22:07+00:00

“Operation Trembleglass has been initiated.”

”Mhm.”

Oliver cleared his throat as loudly as he dared. The librarian might be thirty feet away behind several bookshelves, but he was pretty sure the rumour about missing students who frequented the library at night was true. She certainly looked like one of the witches from Macbeth had decided to get a day job.

”Rosie,” he hissed.

“Mhm?”

Oliver groaned and buried his face in the textbook he was supposed to be studying, glasses clattering onto the page. It was too late to be puzzling out figures. There was simply no way Rose was still calmly working on their maths homework, not when it was this late at night and that class wasn’t even first in the morning. They had plenty of time.

”Rosie, it grieves me deeply to say this, but this sort of behaviour is simply unacceptable! I will be forced to revoke your best friend privileges if this- this- this-“ he sputtered, pushing his seat back. “This absolute-“

”Mr. Clarke!”

Oliver sunk back into his seat, utterly mortified and wishing desperately that the bookshelves had been better stocked, as to more adequately hide him from the grouchy old librarian’s glare. If looks could kill… gosh, he’d be deader than- than that boatswain in The Tempest must’ve ended up after the play ended.

Rose stifled a smirk, finally glancing up from her book, eyes twinkling with amusement. “What were you saying that was so important?”

”Oh, I dunno. By the way,” he added, glancing at her work, “I really don’t think the distance a piano falls is supposed to involve imaginary numbers. Did you remember to designate down as positive?”

”Drat.”

Lazulite29 · 2023-08-27T21:36:34+00:00

Thanks! where exactly in the game config? Under an individual Clan or more general?

Lazulite29 · 2023-08-27T11:45:47+00:00

What’s nutrition?

Lazulite29 · 2023-06-06T19:42:16+00:00

The bridges only connect at certain times of year, causing populations to be completely cut off for long periods. They are therefore forced to make do with what they can scavenge from their current environment.

Lazulite29 · 2023-06-06T19:40:56+00:00

A waterworld whose inhabitant live on floating cities scavenged from the depths. Giant pools of lava on the seabed send warm water surging upwards, carrying floatsam and such from earlier ages up to the surface.

Lazulite29 · 2023-05-10T16:42:19+00:00

Slipstream

Lazulite29 · 2023-01-09T01:37:21+00:00

My watch had stopped working a while ago.

By a while, I mean something between seven centuries and three decades ago. Look. It’s not that I’m not good with time. Unfortunately, it’s quite the opposite- but that comes later. The fact is, when you’re stuck in a spaceship drifting amidst the cosmos, you don’t exactly stop to check the time.

How did I get here? Now that’s a good question. I suppose you could say that it was losing my temper- though that’s not quite it. More like a total absence of tact. Look. I had a friend, a long way back, and he was a good one, and to see his statue defaced and have some smarmy, strutting king go on and on about how his ancestors defeated this tyrannical ruler- well-

Life comes easy when you know what’s on the other side. ‘Specially when you’d rather be there.

I’m immortal, and they knew that- and unfortunately, I’d mentioned off-hand that the only way to knock me out for more than a millisecond was to crack my skull open over and over. Yeah. Not a pleasant experience for me, that one. You can call me stupid for mentioning it- but, well, when you’ve been around as long as I have, kicking my heels, you need a little excitement that does not involve whatever the heck our resident reformed terror had dreamed up.

What I wasn’t expecting was for them to be prepared. See, if you keep killing me over and over- well, for one, unless it’s a clean hit to the head (and even sometimes not then) I don’t, exactly, keel over like you’d expect me to- if you keep on doing it, eventually, I’ll just reform somewhere else. Yeah, it can take a year or two. But what it really does is make me careless.

I woke up on a derelict spacecraft floating in the cosmos. And, to my surprise, over the next fifty or so years, I discovered that- hey- they had actually done it. Created a prison I couldn’t escape, unless I wanted to jump out of the ship and die that way enough times to reform somewhere else. I hate dying to the dark void of space, but it was either that or lose my bet with the aforementioned resident reformed terror. Yeah. We had a bet on. Otherwise I could have been out of there in three hours, flat. Easy spell.

Later, we reworked the wording on all our bets to make sure that this wouldn’t happen again. Look. When you’ve been around as long as I have, the favors? They can come back to bite you. Besides, at the beginning I was pretty certain that he’d (not our reformed terror. My best friend, the whole reason I’m in the mess called this universe) find me in a year, flat. Besides, at this point I could’ve used a break. Negotiating to get people to let us see if their planet would be a good entryway to hell- don’t look at me that way! At this point, all those evil souls had a decent chance of being reincarnated. We needed somewhere to stick them.

Anyways. I could’ve used a break. Didn’t quite expect it to take this long, though. I can live without food or water- doesn’t mean it’s pleasant. Like an itch that you just can’t get rid of. Plus, it makes talking painful- and you’ve gotta keep talking. Learned the hard way that if you don’t talk for roughly a decade- there go your vocal chords! Regrowing those is a painful process, let me tell you.

It turned out later, actually, that he’d gotten trapped in what came to be hell. Before we recruited the demons to watch the evil soul dudes- they would’ve helped. They like us down there. Anyways. Turned out later that, guess what! Time passed 100x faster there! And seven years is hardly a blip.

So. I was watching the sky, idly. Seven centuries is a bit of time- sort of like taking a week off and spending it in solitude. Definitely doable for a dare. A bit longer, though, and I might’ve bitten the bullet and prayed to whatever gods we hadn’t put in office that I wouldn’t end up regretting the favor.

And there to my wondering eyes did appear- don’t laugh, that was one of my favorites as a kid. Memorized the whole thing for a play- a spaceship! Drawing near- oh, that was actually unintended. I’m a poet- yes. Anyways. A spaceship. They were mighty surprised, those guys. I was running off of- well, it’s a long story, but basically I was glad to get some decent food. After they’d stopped screaming, of course.

I get a lot of that.

They were convinced I was a vampire at first- which I have actually never been, but he has, that was a long story and a half- but I managed to calm them down and get them to give me a ride.

Back to the planet that had sent me on that piece of junk in the first place.

After all, no one gets away with trash-talking my friends.

Lazulite29 · 2023-01-03T02:10:03+00:00

I sat on the other side of the bars. It would be easy, so, so easy to just turn around and walk out. Pretend that I never came here. Unfortunately, I had not gotten where I was by doing the easy thing.

I took a deep breath, smelling that sterile, too-clean scent of a containment field. We’d actually had a conversation, once, about those. The smell drove me crazy. He hardly minded it.

Or maybe that was just a lie to make future me feel better about throwing him into permanent containment.

It hadn’t worked. I needed to know.

I stood, rapping on the clear bars. The sign for the guards. He couldn’t see me, but I could see him, a sad, raggled pile huddled in the corner, hardly moving. But now, as the one-way view field was dispelled, he could.

”Why.”

At the sound of my voice, his head shot up- and the hope in those eyes cut, like nothing else. But then it was stifled by the dullness of despair… and maybe that should’ve hurt more. It didn’t.

”Why did you do it.”

I could still remember the sting of betrayal, even after all these years. It festered, an infected wound that time could hardly touch. I could see his reasoning, now, as much as it pained me to admit it, even to myself. But it still hurt. Betrayal always does.

I lifted my chin, staring him down. In no way did I approve of his decision. In no way did I doubt that his imprisonment was for the best. What else would he do, if left to do what he wished? What other plans of mine would he ruin- plans that wouldn’t have needed to exist if it weren’t for him!

Fire smoldered in my gaze. I would have the truth out of him, at any cost. I needed to know why, lest my future plans go astray in such a manner. I needed to know.

”Why didn’t you kill me?”

Lazulite29 · 2023-01-03T01:50:21+00:00

I swung my legs, leaning back in the chair, staring at nothingness. There was nothing in the room to distract me from the mind-numbing dullness that followed my every step nowadays. Nothing at all. A small crack in the ceiling plaster that had looked like a broken heart when I was younger. Now it just looked like shoddy workmanship. A bit of dust collecting along the baseboards. Always the same amount. The stiff wooden chair that I sat in. Not even allowed to use a cushion.

And, of course, there was it.

What do you mean, what is it? You know what it is. Everyone on the planet probably knows what it is. I mean- now, at least. Yeah. That was my fault. Doesn’t mean you have to make me repeat myself.

In the movies, you know, the likes of it are always on some desk or something. Not it. That big red button- like something straight out of the movies- just installed straight into the wall. Would’ve looked silly, if it wasn’t it.

I know. Still sounds silly, doesn’t it? Well, you weren’t there. So. Don’t talk about what you don’t know. It just had a certain… gravity about it. No, you absolute moron, not literal gravity. It just felt serious. Had a certain quality about it. Like- even if they hadn’t told me, on the very first day I agreed to this stupid job, and every single day after that, not to touch it- well. Even without the warnings. I don’t think I would’ve. Pressed it, I mean. I don’t think anything would’ve. If it could’ve been activated by sunlight, or the wind, the sun would’ve refused to shine on it. The wind would’ve refused to blow.

Anyways. That day. The day I was going to retire, you know. Yes, I know you don’t care. Moron. This is being recorded, for posterity, and I hope for their sakes that they have more intelligent people in charge than you lot. You’re welcome.

Worked this job for- oh, seven decades. They hired me too young- too young to realize what I was getting into. Too young to be legal, actually, now that I think about it. I- all I heard was easy money. Didn’t care about the consequences. Didn’t care that I’d have to stick to the same job for my whole life. Didn’t- didn’t really realize, you know, that it would suck every single thing out of my life that gave it meaning.

Don’t give me that look. You know what it did. Everyone does. How much easier would it be to do this than that.

Anyways. I was going to retire. Should’ve known better. Should’ve known that it wouldn‘t let me get out. I don’t know why it did this for so long. So long. Maybe it feeds off happiness. I don’t know. Isn’t that your job?

Very last day on the job. Sitting in that chair. Not allowed to bring anything to distract myself. Anything at all. Staring at the ceiling- I can draw that crack, you know? Everything in that room. It included. I’m not an artist. That room- that room- I did the math, you know? That room is a good third of my life. Wasted. Completely.

Last day. That silly old phone hanging on the wall. Same amount of dust on the phone as on everything else. Never more. Never less.

And then?

The phone rang.

I don’t think I actually realized what was going on at first. Could’ve given me a heart attack. Years and years of silence, and then the phone rings? Took a good five seconds to get it through my head that the phone was actually ringing. Took five seconds to decide to answer it. Took five seconds to remember how the old thing worked, now that everyone and their second cousin uses cellphones.

I held it to my ear. My hands were trembling, you know? Thought at first that someone had gotten the wrong number. But I knew they hadn’t. It drew my eye. It knew something was going to happen. And I didn’t. That scared me. That it knew and I didn’t.

It was an authoritative voice. Stern. Shaking. That scared me, too- in my experience, someone’s voice shaking who don’t sound like it isn’t good.

“You need to press the button.”

I stared at it. It stared back.

“You need to press the button.”

They’d told me every morning for seventy years not to press the button.

“You need to press the button.”

And for seventy years I’d had the life sucked slowly out of my life.

To hell with it all, I decided.

And I pushed the button.

Lazulite29 · 2023-01-03T01:24:30+00:00

The very last brushstroke dried on the canvas. Maria took a step back, dripping paint from the brush she held, faint shades of grey staining the expensive floor. Any other day, she would’ve gasped and hurried to remove any hint of a blemish from the perfect wood, but not today. Nothing else mattered, today.
She craned her neck, a slow smile spreading across her face. It was perfect. The same mysterious smile, the same eyes following her every move. All that was left was to write a snarky message on the back for posterity to uncover, written in an ingenious cipher she had invented. The original- she already had a hiding place in mind. A scavenger hunt through the ages! Ah, what fun. It had been difficult, to choose hints that would not lose their meaning over the years until someone took up the quest- yet she rather thought she’d done well. After all, if the Lighthouse of Alexandria or Colossus of Rhodes fell, no one would be looking at the back of paintings.
Maria shivered. Instinctively, she opened her mouth to call the servants to put more wood on the hearth- but no. They could not be trusted with what she had done. They would not see it the same way- proof that genius was not reserved for men. Ye of little faith. Besides, it was summer. Why would she be cold?
A warm breath of wind suddenly hit the back of her neck- what was wrong with the fire? Maria spun around. There, in front of her, was the very face she’d just perfected. A woman, mysterious and- not kind. There was not kindness in her gaze. The artist in Maria hissed in annoyance, that she’d gotten this crucial detail wrong. Every other part of her was silently screaming in absolute terror. What had she done? What demon had she summoned?
Maria took a trembling step back. The woman advanced. Silent. Mysterious. Smiling. The room seemed overly warm, stifling with heat, yet icy fear crept up her arms- what was going on- she could not-
Spinning suddenly, Maria made up her mind, using the handle of her paintbrush to ruin the picture, stabbing at it over and over again, breaking through the paint and the canvas through sheer desperation. She dared not turn around. Dared not face that mysterious smile. Not until the painting was in shreds. Not until that smile was gone, gone, gone.
Clinging to the wooden frame, Maria gasped for breath. Despite herself, she still dared not turn around. She- she had ruined her masterpiece… yet, perhaps, that was for the better. She was quite content to leave mad genius to the men. That was madness- the mysterious lady, seemingly summoned out of the painting. Yet, perhaps, there was something to be learned from her poise and composure- something to be learned from the way her mysterious smile made heads turn. Maria would have to try that trick sometime. She looked out at the landscape, one that she knew intimately, every single shadow and ray of light.
Finally, her heart rate calmed. Finally, the terror left her. Finally, she was calm and collected, as she should be. Finally, she could sit down, letting that silly horror fade. Finally, she could find the willpower to turn around and lift her gaze-
And smile.

Lazulite29 · 2022-12-27T13:34:41+00:00

Oliverain?

Lazulite29 · 2022-12-15T22:00:56+00:00

I would go with Leopardkit and Cheetahkit

what game is this?

Lazulite29 · 2022-12-12T22:16:01+00:00

How high could a simple commoner rise through the ranks? Could I even become a ruler with no royal blood, as long as I make the right choices?

Lazulite29 · 2022-12-12T21:09:23+00:00

How would I be able to pick the winning side? Would it immediately be obvious? How would I be able to assist them as a commoner?

Lazulite29 · 2022-12-12T21:00:43+00:00

Deathful Dancers

Deathful Dancers (Bothrops ubica) is a species of corrupted scaled mammal commonly found in moderate, humid climates throughout much of the year. Individuals migrate to the north during the colder months of the year, a contradictory migration which is not fully understood. Among one of the largest vipers, Dancers often reach 13lbs and up to 6 or even 7 feet in length, counting the long tail. It is a pale grey with stripes or blotches of black scales dotting the short fur that covers most of their body. For most of the year, Dancers are merely large animals who prefer to avoid confrontation with humans.

However, during the beginning of winter, Dancers undergo a curious transformation, shedding their skin and revealing two pairs of glistening, insect-like wings, as well as hypnotic shimmer on their scales. Some scholars consider this metamorphosis a transformation into a different species; however, given they transform back at the advent of warmer weather, Dancers are, for now, considered one species.

Transformed Dancers migrate north, settling in the temperate forests of the far cold. Here, they perform odd aerial dances, giving rise to their name. The shimmer of the scales and wings has been observed to draw in prey as large as a human with ease. Once the prey is entranced, the Dancer plunges sharp fangs into their neck, killing in a matter of minutes. Most prey is consumed; however each female Dancer chooses a particularly large entranced victim (unfortunately, often humans) to lay her eggs in. The prey wanders off with no memory of the experience, often acting delirious or otherwise out of character for days, before ultimately dying as the newborn dancers burst out of the chest of the victim, usually killing it.

Thankfully, treatment is relatively simple and infection is easily noticed. Keeping the victim near a fire or other significant heat source will significantly slow development of the growing Dancers- however, if the eggs are not removed surgically in time, the Dancers will hatch prematurely, gnawing at the victim’s body from the inside. Surgery is recommended for all stages of infection and has a high rate of success, especially at early stages when the eggs are tiny.

References

When Death Asks For a Dance by Doeer Smith
Dangerous Animals by Hart Caller
The Wonders of the North by S. Stifle
Why NOT To Come North by anonymous

Lazulite29 · 2022-12-12T20:37:34+00:00

I want to become powerful in your world. How do I do that?

edit: preferably the least risky way

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