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Professor knows what Nashville, Tennessee is. Will they tell you what it is? No. Will she team up with Joe Hills and spread misinformation? Definitely not, Joe wouldn't lie to you would he? And if Joe's being truthful then Professor has to be as well right?
"Hey Joe, what's Nashville like? You mention it sometimes but I've never heard of it. Does it really exist or is this another one of your metaphors?"
"Of course it exists, it's just very hard to get to. It's got a bit of everything, but probably most known for its music."
"Howdy Joe, hello Cleo. What chu two up to?"
"Howdy Roseic! Cleo was asking about Nashville. She thinks it doesn't exist, but if it didn't exist, then I wouldn't exist and I most definitely exist."
"Oh, I've been to Nashville a few times. Bit too hot for me in the summer, but overall it's pretty nice."
"Wait, Joe said it was really cold there all the time?"
"It is and it's hot in the summer."
"But all the time includes the summer."
"It does and it's hot in the summer."
"...I'm not even going to try and understand that. Where is it, is it like a realm or a private world or what?"
"It's itself, it cannot be compared to any concept and to do so would to be to distort its essence."
"It is the light and the dark of the world, the good and bad, white and black and all the shades of grey."
"It is what the people make it and the people who live there are made by it."
"It is hot and cold, sweet and bitter, rejection, acceptance, comfort and apathy."
"It is Nashville Tennessee and it is beautiful."
"...Right well I'm thoroughly freaked out. I'm going to leave you two to discuss the secrets of the universe or whatever you two do, I'll be at the zoo if you need me. Please don't need me for a bit."
"See you later, Cleo."
"Do you think we went far enough? She seemed pretty rattled but they might still try and ask."
"It's Cleo, she'll always be asking about this even if we really went at it. Heck you could show them your true form and she'd still be asking questions. Not like they've let death stop her before."
"Fair enough, should we go bother her? I haven't been to the zoo lately, it's be nice to see the progress."
"If you have the time, could you help me move some dogs into Keralis's base? He scammed me out of some shulker boxes the other day and I'd like to get back at him, make him pay for my dogcatching services so we're even."
"You're asking an immortal if they have time. You do know that's an odd question?"
"Simply because you have time doesn't mean you have time. I know better than most."
"That you do, Joe Hills, that you do."
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The Selection
17 was an important age. If you were 17 at the new year, you went through the Selection where those chosen by the gods to serve them started their journey. Four doors, one for each pathway a person might take.
Most people went unselected, and that was nothing to be ashamed of. The next most common was Mianite, god of order and creation. He selected those who sought to keep order and uphold the law and used them to protect the lands. Dianite, the god of chaos and the Nether, took those with chaotic tendencies and taught them to channel their chaos to achieve the impossible.
And then there was the fourth door. Very few entered this one; most years no one entered it. This was the door that those selected by Ianite, god of balance and justice, went into. She selected those of keen intellect and peaceful nature to help keep peace and balance in the world.
I was born in an underground city near an End Portal, making it a center of magic and innovation. From a young age, I hoped to serve Ianite. I was a kind, peaceful soul, arbitrating disputes and tending to those wounded both physically and emotionally. The main trait people would mention about me was my intellect. I was always asking questions, some deeper than expected for my age. I quickly took to my parents' crafts, preferring music, drawing, painting, jewellery making, baking and cooking, science, engineering, and magic. I knew these traits were often sought in Ianitian followers and believed my chances of being selected were good. Many my age thought this was a foolish dream, as no one had been selected by Ianite in over 100 years from our world. They thought I was trying to get the goddess' attention, acting in a way that would satisfy her and not as I actually were. Few were my friend because of this, and even those friendships were fragile. This only launched me into my studies even more, working with my parents from the age of 11 from everything from setting up the viaduct going to the next town to helping with surgery. My name became well known throughout the area, further alienating me from my peers.
Six years passed and in those years, I traveled the underground cities working with and learning from my parents. By 17, I could fix nearly any machine, create art using many mediums, knew how to heal and cure common aliments, and had the magic experience of a first year general magic student. I loved traveling around, but I knew I would have to return home soon because the new year was approaching. The week before the new year was a time of celebration and anticipation. Those who were Selected came home to visit their families, artists and performers put on shows, and those not working essential jobs were off work. On the new year, the Selection would occur. I had long been performing and creating for the festival and was slightly sad that this may be the last year I participate in this. It was hard for me to be truly upset when the thought of serving Ianite was pervading my mind, however.
In my town, there was fourteen people up for Selection. This was normal for my area, but some cities would have up seventy people. The ceremony starts at noon with the Dedication ceremony. After serving their god for a year, Selected were allowed to choose whether they continued to serve their god or return to their hometown. My father had been selected by Dianite, but had chosen to return since the Nether was too humid and hot for him, being better suited for cold climates. There was also something else, but I could never get xem to tell me. That year, five people dedicated themselves to a god, three to Mianite and two to Dianite. No one decided to return. Then came the Selection. We were led to the door in front of the Selection Room where the doors were located. One at a time we were blindfolded and sent to the room. If a god selected someone, then the god would lead them to their door. If not, they would go through the unselected door and rejoin their family. We entered by last name, so I was the second to last person to enter. While I wasn't one to believe in luck, my mother was and she had made me a runecloth with Ianite's name in Enchanting Table to burn before I entered for good luck. Fae even used the colours of Ianite to make it, so out of love and respect for her, as the person before me entered the room, I burned the runecloth. Then it was my turn. Blindfolded, I entered the room and stopped as directed. It wasn't long before I started moving again and felt a slight gust of wind as I entered my door. I removed their blindfold and…
I'm not allowed to say what happened, but I can say that all the gods had taken an interest in me. Ultimately I decided to serve Ianite, but I worked with the other gods' selected often, so I still did tasks for them occasionally. I served for 200 years before Ianite made me immortal past what was given to the Dedicated, Delta receiving the same from Dianite, whom they had been serving for the same time. During those 200 years, I died twice in her service, once working to cure a plague that decimated the Enderman population in my homeworld, another against a raid of a sacred library. There was also an incident with some Thaumcraft work but we don't talk about that. I had been with Ianite for, 3141 years?, before she made me a god. I shared some aspects with her, but wisdom and healing were specific to me. I would've made Delta my champion, but I was afraid of them getting hurt and they didn't feel balanced enough to take the role.
Perhaps someday I will find my champion, but for now I am content as I am.
"Thanks for helping me move this, you can put it over there."
"No problem. Didn't have anything else I needed to be doing. Hey, is this you?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, that's me when I was...11? My mom just came from a performance and still had her outfit on. My dad and I had been repairing the ME system, so we were covered in certus quartz dust. That was a nice day, after we got cleaned up, we went to the park and watched the early schoolers do their fall plays. I really liked the pirate one, the kids couldn't keep their balance so their swordfight turned into a balancing competition. My sibling won and they made them the Pirate Monarch."
"Which one are they?"
"Em is the one with the wings, hence the advantage with balancing. They were eight at the time. The other adult is our ren, Ivaili. Ae married into the family when I was three, they had just had Em and their partner, a merling, died in a fishing accident."
"I can tell your father's an Enderian hybrid, what are the other two, they seem human but looks can be deceiving."
"My father is a Draconian-Beta hybrid, so he had telepathy and telekinesis. My mom was a witch hybrid and potions affected her differently. My ren, and this surprises many people, was a Shulk-Elytrian hybrid, but only inherited the environmental immunities. I got the telepathy, effect resistance, and cold immunity. Em got the wings, plant and water magic, and animal speech."
"Oh, are they the patch under Ianite's? The winged sea goat?"
"Yep, the gear is my dad, the palette is my mom, and the thyme and rosemary is my ren. They were the first ones to appear after I received it."
"I've never seen them around, well, I think I might've met Em, but I haven't seen your parents. Did they not take the immortality when you became a god?"
"My mom's religion teaches death to be a sacred cycle and trying to break it is looked down upon, so fae refused it. My other parents refused it since they didn't want to live without her. Em took it since they were afraid of me being without family. I think they might've also taken it so they could safely "experiment with pyrotechnics" as they would put it. Honestly, the number of walls I've had to repair is slightly impressive."
"Is that really something to be impressed by?"
"Is it normal to teach your four year old children how to hack and fight?"
"...Listen, X33N and Kara started it."
"...Sure. Anyway, Em is usually not around since they split their time with Ianite and Dianite since they are dedicated to him and not to her technically, but I don't think he really minds Ianite semi claiming them."
"Ah, I can see that. Seems like you have a nice family."
Twelve years later
I took that photo down a week after Tubbo went missing. Kara had managed to get Jordan out from the tree in the hopes he would go talk to someone. Ianite was visiting me, so he came over to my place and when he saw the photo he just...shut down. I talked to X33N later that day and Jordan had taken down all his family photos. Tubbo's room was locked and he refused to go near it. I can't imagine what Jordan must be feeling, it probably reminds him of his past too much.
Where could Tubbo have gone? Where could all of them gone? Not only can we not detect them but the gods that volunteered to go looking, Eret, Callahan, Foolish, we can't find them either. Who could overpower gods?
...I just hope they're all safe.
Rip forgot to title this, it's called "The Family Photo" - mod #)
"Thanks for helping me move this, you can put it over there."
"No problem. Didn't have anything else I needed to be doing. Hey, is this you?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, that's me when I was...11? My mom just came from a performance and still had her outfit on. My dad and I had been repairing the ME system, so we were covered in certus quartz dust. That was a nice day, after we got cleaned up, we went to the park and watched the early schoolers do their fall plays. I really liked the pirate one, the kids couldn't keep their balance so their swordfight turned into a balancing competition. My sibling won and they made them the Pirate Monarch."
"Which one are they?"
"Em is the one with the wings, hence the advantage with balancing. They were eight at the time. The other adult is our ren, Ivaili. Ae married into the family when I was three, they had just had Em and their partner, a merling, died in a fishing accident."
"I can tell your father's an Enderian hybrid, what are the other two, they seem human but looks can be deceiving."
"My father is a Draconian-Beta hybrid, so he had telepathy and telekinesis. My mom was a witch hybrid and potions affected her differently. My ren, and this surprises many people, was a Shulk-Elytrian hybrid, but only inherited the environmental immunities. I got the telepathy, effect resistance, and cold immunity. Em got the wings, plant and water magic, and animal speech."
"Oh, are they the patch under Ianite's? The winged sea goat?"
"Yep, the gear is my dad, the palette is my mom, and the thyme and rosemary is my ren. They were the first ones to appear after I received it."
"I've never seen them around, well, I think I might've met Em, but I haven't seen your parents. Did they not take the immortality when you became a god?"
"My mom's religion teaches death to be a sacred cycle and trying to break it is looked down upon, so fae refused it. My other parents refused it since they didn't want to live without her. Em took it since they were afraid of me being without family. I think they might've also taken it so they could safely "experiment with pyrotechnics" as they would put it. Honestly, the number of walls I've had to repair is slightly impressive."
"Is that really something to be impressed by?"
"Is it normal to teach your four year old children how to hack and fight?"
"...Listen, X33N and Kara started it."
"...Sure. Anyway, Em is usually not around since they split their time with Ianite and Dianite since they are dedicated to him and not to her technically, but I don't think he really minds Ianite semi claiming them."
"Ah, I can see that. Seems like you have a nice family."
Twelve years later
I took that photo down a week after Tubbo went missing. Kara had managed to get Jordan out from the tree in the hopes he would go talk to someone. Ianite was visiting me, so he came over to my place and when he saw the photo he just...shut down. I talked to X33N later that day and Jordan had taken down all his family photos. Tubbo's room was locked and he refused to go near it. I can't imagine what Jordan must be feeling, it probably reminds him of his past too much.
Where could Tubbo have gone? Where could all of them gone? Not only can we not detect them but the gods that volunteered to go looking, Eret, Callahan, Foolish, we can't find them either. Who could overpower gods?
...I just hope they're all safe.
The Jacket - Professor #)
"Why do you always wear that?"
"Wear what?"
"Your jacket. And what do all of those patches and symbols mean?"
"This jacket was given to me by Ianite when I first became a god. It's enchanted with protection and other things and keeps me at a comfortable temperature. One of those comes in handy more often than the other. As for the patches and symbols, those are more personal. My mother was a Graecian and raised me as one, so I've added the symbols of the gods we worshipped. There's Athena, Hecate, Poseidon, and a few others. I was never as devout as my mother but my parents were some of the only people that believed in me growing up so I wanted to recognize them in some way."
"What about the symbols? I recognize some of them, like that's my father's symbol and I think that one is Phil's."
"Those are the symbols of the people I personally protect. Some of them I've claimed, others I've taken a liking to but they've already been claimed by someone else and usually people aren't claimed by multiple people. Your father I can claim without interfering with his tie to Ianite since he's a champion. I've also claimed your aunt Kara, your uncle X33N and you and Crumb. Jordan asked me to claim you and Crumb when we first met. That's why there's a bee and Crumb's face over here. And then there's some people that have already been claimed but I still watch over like Sapnap, he's the flame. And any gods I'm close with also have a symbol, like Foolish is this totem. And that large one on the back? That's Ianite's, she was the first one on here."
"What happens if one of the symbols get destroyed? Can they be fixed?"
"The only people who can damage this jacket are Ianite and I. There's not way for a symbol to be removed unless we remove it. That way those close to me are always with me and I always know where they are. So if you're ever in trouble, I'll find you."
Nine years later
I lied to him. The symbols can be removed. When someone dies, their symbol shatters and disappears. It's happened a few times, Captain Capsize, Tom the guard, and a few others too painful to recall. If I concentrate, I feel someone's emotions through their symbol. I had just checked on him and his family and they were all fine, but now their symbols are gone. But they didn't shatter, they just faded out. I talked to Ianite and she said she couldn't feel Tubbo anymore. Some of the Gospel Court and Interactive Watchers said they couldn't feel their charges either. Kristen was particularly devastated since she lost her husband, Jordan and Crumb too having lost Tubbo. But Kristen, Foolish and Salem have all confirmed that they are not dead. So where did they go? Who's collecting our friends and family? Who must be brought to justice for their acts?
I wish I could help, but we have no information. Most of the people are still grieving and there's no traces to lead us to them.
...I hope they're all okay.
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My Top Posts in 2021
#5
It’s easy to dismiss it, at first.
It’s Nare, after all. It’s just Nare.
Nare, who likes taking off by themself. Nare, who needs to have their space. Nare, who doesn’t think in human frames for time.
Nare, who tends to be responsible. Nare, who likes helping people. Nare, who doesn’t leave people in need behind.
Amaris is the first one who asks questions.
“Shouldn’t they be back by now?”
“Oh, they’ll be back.” Moon grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Now, do you want to learn how to modify that potion?”
The court isn’t worried.
“Where’s Nare?”
“They’ve taken off again.”
“Then who’s covering for them?”
“Moon is here. Ask him, they’ll be able to give you an answer.”
“Is anyone of the Faiths here?”
“Ollie is still in the Nether and Nare’s gone again but you should be able to find Moon.”
“Alright, that should work.”
Business as usual.
Nare would appear when they’d finally decide to come back. Nobody is worried. It’s just how they are, right?
Amaris still leaves a handful of emeralds on the library table.
“Please, Nare. Come back.” She hesitates. “You promised.”
It’s dark on the prison world. Dark enough that you could walk past the little hut in the forest without even noticing. Spruce wood gleams in the occasional lightning that lights up the storm. There are no windows but the single door isn’t quite closed. No light shines out onto the ground.
If a traveller came near the hut, they’d feel an inescapable curiosity. A little hut, entirely alone in a forest? And such beautiful carvings in the walls? It wouldn’t hurt to check it out quickly, right? And the rain is so heavy, a little respite would be nice.
Now if the stranger would walk over the doorstep, they might feel the first hint of unease. The cabin is so much bigger from the inside than from the outside. The little corridor has five doors that go off of it but they nearly disappear in the darkness. No sound comes from any of them and only one has a light shining from beyond.
Now if the stranger was brave enough, they’d walk on despite not being able to hear the rain anymore. Or their footsteps. They wouldn’t be be shaken by the little statues that appear out of the darkness. A fox statue stands in front of one of the doors, like it’d be ready to pounce on everyone trying to open it. Another door has flower carvings on it. The third one has no handle and a stone lantern hanging from it. It is not lighted but the shadows suddenly feel deeper. The fourth door is blocked by some kind of bookshelf. If the stranger tried to look more closely, they’d suddenly be possessed by the urge to run, far and fast.
The last door is the only thing out of a different wood. The bright white door doesn’t look like it should have been able to hide in the shadows for so long. Both a moon and a flame are carved into the wood, nearly overlapping. A flower crown is slung around the handle.
Maybe that’s the point of breaking. Maybe the stranger turns around and goes outside no matter how strong the rain is. Maybe they try to open one of the other doors and nobody ever hears from them again.
But maybe, just maybe, they’re smart and brave and stay. They realize that this is the only right door and with all their willpower, they open the door, careful to not touch the flowers.
They’re greeted by light. The pale light of two flickering torches on the wall lights up the room and the figure sitting in the chair. The figure wears a mix of a nearly-white green and a pale gold. Their hair falls over their shoulders and reveals flowery-like ears while hiding their face. Their hands are busy carving in a piece of stone. Are they even using tools?
The stranger gets quickly distracted when the figure looks up. Purple eyes with just a hint of red catch their glance. Sharp, gleaming teeth shine as the figure smiles.
Without even meaning to, the stranger walks towards the figure.
They notice more details. The figure’s skin looks pale, like washed-out. Everything about them seems stretched too thin, as if there was too much that needs to be contained in a too-small vessel.
When the figure opens their mouth, their outline starts to blur. For a brief moment, the stranger could have sworn they heard an echo and the small figure on the chair was suddenly much greater, bearing down on them with red eyes and glowing magic swirling around them.
“Welcome, stranger. Do you have a wish?”
5 notes • Posted 2021-04-24 12:13:31 GMT
#4
Regret
Once Librarian realizes what she had done, she is mortified. It’s just... she is tired, and even though no one looks at her like she is Archivist any more, they certainly don’t go out of their way to interact with her unless they need to get between worlds quickly. So for someone to enter her world, break one of her end portals (by accident), and then only startle when she appears; it is charming, and just a little bit intoxicating. It is instinct to sever a small piece of her divinity to wrap around the adventurer’s soul, surrounding it in silk and cobwebs to keep it safe from the world. Once the realization has settled, she cannot blame them for leaving, taking her corridors to jump worlds and simply get away from this unwanted bond. And if her corridors become cold, and brittle with anguish, well that is no one’s fault but hers.
5 notes • Posted 2021-04-20 20:46:19 GMT
#3
Back Soon
They know they should be leaving. They know they should come back. They have a job to do. They are the head of the Court, they have to lead everyone.
And yet, they stay. They stay at their little farm in a little town where no one knows their true name.
They don’t qute remember what they’re the god of but they find that they don’t quite care anymore. They just want peace and quiet. They just want to stay at their farm and be with its people.
In the Court something new was always happening, whether it was chaos or if it was some new thing that the others wanted to show them. For a while, they were content with their life, but of course, everyone has a limit.
They don’t know when it happened but they just remember waking up one day and just feeling tired to go face them again. Maybe it was the constant noise happening, maybe it was the constant disasters.
Or maybe it was the realization that while they’re up here eating their cereal, people down below are suffering.
They suppose they could have went and just lurked around like some of the others do and avoid everyone, but that’s not enough.
They’re the leader, they have to be there. They have to go and tell them what to do.
Do they?
Do they have to do that?
No, they don’t. The others can take care of themselves. They never really provided much input anyways. They simply stood around and nodded to their ideas.
So they left. They left, leaving behind a note telling them that they are going out to get more cereal and milk. They left, leaving behind a note saying that they’ll be back soon.
It’s been 15,000 years since then. They’re still here. They’re still in the old town with their farm, protecting the townsfolk and their descendants from the horrors that may be outside of it.
Many people would have went and mock and look down on them if they ever told them about their true status. They’re basically a god! Why give that up to live among the mortals?
People worship them! They are given gifts and they have power over them! Why give that up?
The answer they would give them is quite simple. It would always be because of it being too much. And even when its too much, it always seem that they would always do too little for the mortals. It would always be too little.
It’s better in this town. It’s better for everyone to know them as Kiwi, the Starberry farmer who watches the villagers’ kids often. Kiwi, the Strawberry farmer who quietly scoffs at people who pray to the gods. Kiwi, the Strawberry farmer who goes and writes stories of a time before and times long lost.
Yes, they’ll be staying here for a long time. Maybe one day they’ll come back but not now.
And if any of the others find them, then they’ll find them. They’ll talk to them. They’ll answer their questions and acknowledge what they left behind.
It’s not like any of them would be able to get them to leave their life.
6 notes • Posted 2021-04-21 21:58:17 GMT
#2
The Possessions of Aster Rose
Written by @waterrose3
Perhaps ae was overly sentimental. Perhaps a better Librarian and Historian wouldn’t have kept the various trinkets and items ae collected over the years. But ae still did aers job well. And Aster Rose wouldn’t have it any other way.
Name Xir name wasn’t always Aster. Xe was once known as Rose (and if xir visions were correct, will again be in the future), and depending on xir gender, Water, Astro, Alex, Ace, Aria, and Aelin. None is the name xe was born with. But xe wouldn’t prefer it any other way. Xir biological family are the only ones allowed to know xir true name anyways. And xe will continue to use xir names, inventing and being given more if necessary (perhaps that was proof of how fluid xe was in all aspects).
Messenger Bag It was funny, how one of aers oldest and most prized possessions wasn’t a gift but rather something ae made aeself. Yet, the denim blue messenger bag was aers. Perhaps it was the material, sourced from a place ae can no longer find. Or perhaps it was the pins and charms, all gifts from aers family. Or perhaps it was the guidance of Mother, back at Sonder. Perhaps it was because it was one of the few things ae has left of Sonder. Or perhaps it was it’s usefulness in storing aers personal items, should ae need to leave on a moment’s notice (like how you left Sonder. Completely on accident but unable to go back and now you’re worried about how they’ll react if you ever come back).
Diary Xir diary, not to be confused with xir various journals. Xir journals were for documenting the history of the worlds xe went to. Xir diary was for xirself, for documenting xir life and xir thoughts. It was the only thing one of the few things xe had left of xir biological family. Xe could almost remember their voices. Xe remembered the brush of their hands as they gave xem the diary to record their life in. “Make yourself a Librarian and Historian to be remembered.”
Apple’s Bracelet Perhaps it was bad etiquette to put a bracelet around the strap of aers messenger bag. But the bracelet was something Apple gave aer, and ae would rather not accidentally lose it when ae was wearing it. This way, the only way ae could lose the few things connecting back to Sleepy Time Junction and the New World was if someone stole it or if the clasp broke.
Izzy’s Bee Charm Xe always kept the charm on the bracelet Apple gifted to xem. Perhaps it was odd for xem to put this gift on another, but this way, there was less chance of losing it. Xe treasured this charm that Izzy gave to xem. On particularly bad days where the homesickness for Sleepy Time Junction was too strong and xe missed the New World, xe would clutch the charm and remember all xe could of xir once-family. Sure, maybe Bop and Soup and others—xe didn’t check in on the world that came after the New World—were still around, but that wasn’t enough. Xe wished more of xir once-family could’ve survived the destruction of the New World. Perhaps xe wouldn’t have been so alone if they did.
Panda Stuffie A gift from Ma. Endie was a wonderful person, and she tried to keep the chaos of the family at a bare minimum. Not that it worked sometimes. Ae kept the stuffie in their messenger bag. On bad days, ae would hug the stuffie. It sometimes felt like Ma was back again, giving aer one of her hugs. It was funny, how ae got attached time and time again and learned heartbreak time and time again. But ae wouldn’t give up attachments for the world. Ae would love. It wouldn’t be fair to close aers heart off. The love that ae felt made aers job so worth it. Made aers job so fulfilling, that ae would be immortalizing aers loved ones in some way.
Sleepy’s Potted Succulent The most misplaced possession of xirs. Xe kept it in the Infinite Library most of the time. Sleepy loved plants, going as far as to be a green witch under Mama. Xir sibling was interesting. Few mortals would summon a demon accidentally and get into a close relationship with them. Few people had what Sleepy and Gumnoblade had (and oh Technoblade’s name hurt so much, so close and yet so far from xir sibling’s nickname. Perhaps that’s why xe couldn’t talk to Technoblade for long. His name reminded xem too much of xir late sibling’s). Because xe cared for the plant, xe kept it in the Infinite Library. A place where it would get plenty sunshine it wouldn’t if it were in xir messenger bag or the Library of Worlds. Xe was sure the rest of the Infinite Library Squad thought the succulent was some sort of Void plant (and the rest of the Voidwalkers had decided to keep the ruse up), but it was just a plant that reminded xem too much of Sleepy.
Book of Enchantments and Spells Aers hand brushed over the leather cover and the gold embroidery ae stitched onto it as well as the name Roofza Catcraft (and oh Philza’s name hurt so much. Philza Minecraft was very similar to and yet very different from Roofza Catcraft. Why did the universe hate xem this much, having xem meet people whose names were so similar but so different from the people xe still loves) stitched in a delicate, shimmering green cursive. Mom had given aer the book before her death (you could’ve prevented it, it’s your fault). Mom was the first of Sleepy Time Junction to die (and oh that hurt. Mom, MotherCat, dead. Ae didn’t know why they killed her but does it matter? Mom was dead, dead, and the family was forced to cope). It was too precious of a book to use for day-to-day life, so ae kept documentation of all spells ae knew in it.
Enchanted Jar with Several Kneecaps Oh Corn. Xe missed her. Corn, goddess of chaos back in Sonder. Xe missed plotting acts of chaos with her, and listening to whatever crazy idea she had. Xe missed her crazy ramblings, even if xe tuned them out most of the time. Xe stole kneecaps back in Sonder, that was xir thing. And Corn gave xem the bottomless jar. Xe no longer stole kneecaps, but the jar was a reminder of simpler times. Of times before xe took xir job as a Librarian and Historian seriously.
Picture of Sonder Or more specifically, ae and aers family on Sonder. Ae missed Sonder so very much. Perhaps in another life where ae didn’t accidentally wander too far ae would’ve lived in Sonder until its destruction. Ae would’ve lived with aers family back there. But ae wouldn’t have it any other way. Had ae not wandered too far, ae would’ve met STJ, ae wouldn’t have met Orocorum, ae wouldn’t have met Librarian. Ae can’t regret having it this way because ae loves all they met because ae lost Sonder. But ae misses those who ae left behind on Sonder. Mother, Ren, Yuki, Fox, Soul, Corn, Rei, Three, T, Kitti, Chicken, Melody, the list goes on. On days where the longing for Sonder is overwhelming, ae would take out the picture and cry.
Ashes’s Lighter Oh Ashes. Xir sibling in chaos. Xe missed them, the feral little shit. Ashes gave xem a lighter, and xe treasured it, using it to commit arson as Ashes probably intended to when they gave xem the lighter. After all, Ashes committed chaos, perhaps even more than Corn did. Xe remembered laughing with Ashes, getting thrown in the box jail time and time again for some wild scheme one of them thought up.
Florence’s Rock Once upon a time, Florence had given aer a very pretty rock. No, go back: once upon a time, an archangel and a voidwalker became siblings by circumstance. Ae was never extremely close to Florence, but they were siblings nevertheless. After all, both of them were the only ones in the family who were too divine to be mortal, but not divine enough to be a god. It was a fine line, and Florence knew how to walk it, ae not so much. Ae was still young back then, taking aers job as Librarian and Historian seriously for the first time. Perhaps ae wasn’t close to Florence as ae was to aers other siblings, but Florence’s advice on how to walk the line helped aer through aers time in Orocorum, aers championship, and beyond. After the New World’s destruction, the rock was the only thing ae had of Florence. And ae treasured it, a memento of Florence.
Eyelander’s Sword Eyelander gave xem a replica of his sword. Xe really didn’t expect anything less, but it was nice to have something to remember Eye by. Xe really just shrunk it and kept it in xir messenger bag because it was a nice emergency weapon (not that xe could wield it without thinking of Eye). Eye was the last of STJ to ascend to godhood. He probably survived the destruction of the New World, but xe wasn’t going back. The losses would just be more apparent, but why did it matter? Xe already mourned for the New World and Sleepy Time Junction already; xe was over it (you aren’t but keep on telling yourself that. Maybe one day it will be true).
Gumnoblade’s necklace Ae remembered Gumnoblade. Their name was really Gummy, but Gumnoblade was the only name that stuck for aer. Plus, it was more fun to say. Gumnoblade, Gumnoblade, Gumnoblade (Why oh why did the universe have to curse them this way? First Technoblade and Gumnoblade. And now Philza Minecraft and Roofza Catcraft. The Demon and the Godmaker, the Anarchist and the Father). Gumnoblade was the child of Lucifer (or Satan, ae wasn’t clear on the details) that Sleepy summoned and they became soulbound (like Bad and Skeppy, oh why does XD’s story have elements that coincide with aers life back in the New World? Does XD really have it out for them? Ae can see it in the way some people act like those back in the New World. In the similar beats of Tommy’s exile and Bop’s exile). Gumnoblade gave aer a pretty necklace that they said reminded them of aer. Ae never wore the necklace (like all the things ae collected) but placed it in aers messenger bag.
Strawberry’s Emerald Flower Crown Strawberry was…odd. Xe never really interacted with her, but she gave xem a flower crown made of emeralds anyways. Strawberry was a strawberry that mutated and formed sentience. Really shows that life flourishes anywhere. The flower crown fit xem perfectly, and xe wore it on days xe wanted to feel pretty.
Mama’s Ruby Brooch It was a pretty ruby brooch. Ae only realized it had a protection charm several years after receiving it. Ae pinned it on aers messenger bag, proudly on display for the world to see. Mama was a witch; if ae was correct, she was the high priestess in the Old World. Mama was also in a platonic marriage with Dad and Ghost Dad (Lily, Crab, and Spectre). Ae kept the brooch even though ae really didn’t need the protection. The protection would be a nice safety net, and the brooch reminded them of Mama. Ae knew ae wasn’t Mama’s favourite, Sleepy held that title (witches bond together), but Mama still held nice memories for them. Ae was Buir’s favourite (Thirteen’s favourite), was near the top in Ma’s favourites list, and was near the top in Ghost Dad’s favourites list, but Mama’s favourite was Sleepy, Mom’s favourite was Izzy (ae thinks but ae can’t remember correctly), and Dad’s favourite was Ashes. But ae loved aers parents all the same.
Eternal Flower Crown A reminder of a time long gone. The flowers in the flower crown were enchanted to never wilt or die. The perks of making the flower crown while xe was the God(dess) of Life and Chaos. Xe remembered Orocorum. It was a strange world, and the only one where xe became an actual deity. Xe managed to stumble into the world shortly after its creation, and the Goddess of Creation, Emma, gave xem the divinity and title, at the cost of a piece of herself. Xe loved every life to walk in that world, but xe ultimately fought for xir family (the Pantheon) and chaos.
Ren’s Flower Hair Clips Ren was...Ren was Ren. Ren and Raster (a strange mash-up of Rose and Aster). Best friends until the end. Ren had given aer two flower hair clips. Aer occasionally wore one or the other. Ae regrets everything that led up to aer leaving that world. Everything that led up to leaving him. Ae loved the flower clips, one a rose, another an aster. Ae was close to Ren in that world (Tommy and Tubbo’s friendship reminds aer too much of Ren and aerself. They were the Tommy, ae was the Tubbo. It hurt to see that). The flower clips sometimes hurt to look at sometimes; was ae really deserving to wear them after what ae did? But ae kept and wore them nevertheless; ae would honor the memory of Tobias “Toby” Ren Passeriformess in whatever ways ae could. It was the least they deserved.
Jax’s Ring Are you still married if your spouse has died? Jax was interesting and beautiful. They were the Blood God of that world, the God of Bloody Conflict, and xe was the only one to call them by their true name. The only one who had the honor of knowing and using their true name without consequence. Xe loved them, and they loved xe. Perhaps if xe wasn’t so afraid, xe would’ve saved this world (xe knows that that world was due to expire anyways, but xe could’ve extended it a bit. Xe could’ve fought for it harder. Xe could’ve at least saved Jax or some of the pantheon). Perhaps xe could’ve used more of xir energy and divinity to save the world, to extend it. But xe had to watch as everything connecting xem to the pantheon was destroyed, as xir ties to godhood were destroyed. As Larkza fell and Erlea fell after them, together until the end. As xe had to watch Jax the Blood God fall, fighting to the end. And in the end, it was just xirself and Emma. And then it was just xirself, Librarian and Historian, in the Void, fleeing the dead world with a journal filled with its history from beginning to end.
Titles For as long as ae remembered, ae held the title of Librarian and Historian of Worlds. Ae was born with it, but ae never really embraced it until ae found STJ and the New World. Archivist offered ae the title of her champion, but ae never really accepted until the Archivist became the Librarian, and now ae holds the title of Champion of %] proudly. Ae also holds smaller titles like one-third of Bootleg Bench Trio, Only Sane One in the Infinite Library Squad (jokingly, Fågel and Lucas had their shit together more than ae does). And ae holds very well-known titles as well: the Archivist (ae laughed when ae heard it, but Librarian wasn’t complaining: ae was giving the name a positive context), the Librarian (ae teased Librarian so much after that), the Historian, the Records-Keeper, the One who Walks the Shadows, the One with no Fear, and aers most regretted title: the Godslayer. It wasn’t the title itself that ae regrets: it was what ae did to obtain it. Aers most prized titles were the smallest ones: sibling, child, friend, spouse, parental figure, partner in crime. Perhaps that was very telling of the type of person ae was: sentimental, loving, caring. But yet, ae knew that the smallest ones wouldn’t last. After all, ae will one day outlive the givers of the smallest ones (except for maybe the Gospel Court) as ae watches their world be destroyed.
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This is the official doc for the IW! Here is the perfect start to figure out what the IW is lmao
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VZ--Vn0169wNOstR9YoVOyYlOmCIDYRn43D2A-D8G7Q/edit?usp=sharing
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Why Necromancy is a School, Not an Online Course
Step 1: Decide who you want to raise from the dead. Is there significant emotional attachment to the deceased that resurrection will not draw from the energy balance of the surrounding area too harshly? [unintelligible]* Fågel, if Librarian was going to break her domain boundaries to mess with life and death it was going to be for Fågel. The emotional attachment wasn’t an issue, the piece of her soul that used to act as claim over the merchant ached at their absence, screaming and wailing for what was no longer there.
Step 2: Gather ritual materials. What was important to the deceased when they were alive? The more items with strong attachments present, the stronger the pull back to life will be. Don’t worry the items will not be destroyed in the ritual. Probably. Well that’s good, Fågel would kill her if any of their stuff got destroyed, there should still be some of Fågel’s favored weapons and sweaters lying around the Corridors if Librarian remembered correctly. She’d have to retrieve some of their wages from the burial mound but hopefully they’d forgive her.
Step 3: Prepare the ritual site. Draw the ritual circle in ink made from [unintelligible]** to speed the resurrection process. Place at five points equal distance around the circle candles (scented or unscented) and any strongly attached items that have been gathered. Inside the circle, inscribe the deceased’s name, manner of death, and [unintelligible]*** as many times as it takes to get back to the beginning of the inscription. Draw a second circle beneath the inscription and draw in the center of the circle the below diagram [unintelligible burnt diagram]. [unintelligible writing] ****. Librarian was annoyed, of all the parts of the book to be damaged, it had to be the part describing what to make the circle out of. Still, nothing ventured nothing gained, Golden Apples and Swiftness Potions blended together made acceptable ink and repeating Fågel’s name in Ender after the manner of death was better than nothing. The missing diagram was more of an issue but Librarian figured drawing spirals from each of the candles to the center would be enough to channel the energy correctly.
Step 4: Enact the Ritual. Light the candles and feed blood into the circle. Think about the deceased and what they meant to you, why you want them back in life. NOTE: This ritual requires 2-3 liters of blood to be fed into the circle; make sure to have a snack on hand to reup your blood sugar and take a break once the ritual is over! Librarian rather wished that note was at the beginning of the step or that she had bothered to read all the instructions before doing them. As it was, between the blood loss and making herself sob thinking about how much she missed Fågel please just give them back it was too soon Too Soon, she was feeling extremely light headed. Luckily the next step was extremely simple:
Step 5: Wait. Great, she’s gonna do that inside the Library, the server’s been stable enough recently that the circle won’t be disturbed until it’s fully discharged. Or maybe it will be disturbed, who knows, certainly not Librarian struggling to walk up a flight of stairs and to a couch to nap off the blood loss.
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Miles away there was a great shifting of earth and stone as something dug it’s way out of the ground. It struggled upright on rotted tendons and sinew before beginning to shamble along the invisible strings tying it to the one who brought it to life. Deep in it’s mind, the suddenly reformed soul of Fågel swore at the clinginess of Gods and made plans to chew out their boss for not listening to their wish to stay dead.
*Do you know that the deceased wants to be resurrected?
**Regeneration Potions and Enchanted Golden Apples
***A Healing Spell to deal with decomposition
**** Place the deceased’s body in the center of the ritual circle to speed up the resurrection and healing process.
Talking to Air
[Shuffling, the sound of many bags being unceremoniously dropped to the floor, the long sigh of someone finally getting off their feet]
Librarian: Hello my dear, I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to visit but I brought your accrued wages so hopefully that takes the sting off a bit. I hope you don’t mind if I record this, I haven’t had to be remade by the Library in quite a while and with the collection taking some hits… well Aster thought it would help to record what I don’t want to forget as it happens until everything gets a bit more stable.
[Long pause, the sound of a flask being uncorked and drunk from heavily, the smell suggests God-Tea as opposed to something alcoholic]
Librarian: Well! [a single clap] I suppose you want to know how everyone is, I would if I had to stay here all the time. Asty has been at xer library quite a bit, something about the void being a bit restless xe said. Your ExDee has been there quite a bit as well, trying to learn how to tell a proper story without actual people to puppet I suppose. Lucas has been travelling a lot as well, probably to avoid thinking about their Becoming I expect; they took 87 along though so I’m trying not to worry. Our Karl, y’know the original, ’s been looking for their family from before being imprisoned, or descendants I guess, you should have seen Professor’s face when they finally told him off for putting them in prison.
[Chuckling that devolves into a coughing fit]
Librarian: Sorry that’s been happening a lot, where was I… oh yes! Moon and Nare got me more niblings, our Other Side has siblings now! You know me well enough that I won’t lie about how they’ve caused damage to the Library on occasion but I remember how eldest Nibling was when they first got started. I even have a child of my own now; darling ‘Kantha’s a void creature after your own heart I swear, they can almost match your ruthlessness in getting the best price for their wears, though they’re just as likely to give it away if they like you.
[Fond pause broken by slight sniffling; deep breaths follow]
Librarian: It’s- It’s just- It’s hard ya know? I know the rest of the court cares, at least … I hope, but it feels like we never meet up anymore and even them turning up for IW meetings and colored masquerades feels forced like they all have better things to do and I’m just holding them all in the past. If this … this losing people before they die thing is part of being human, I don’t know how you… how anyone stands it!
[Librarian stops talking to take deep stuttering breaths; there is the sound of rustling fabric and falling metal as she empties the bags she brought with her onto a seemingly larger pile]
Librarian: I’m sorry but… I need to cut this visit short, I- I have some thinking to do; everyone would be okay if I took a vacation right? I shouldn’t be burdening you with this Fågel, I did it enough when you were alive. A peaceful afterlife is the least I owe you after failing to keep you safe. [deep sigh] Take care of yourself, wherever you ended up.
[a door opens and closes, the burial mound is silent, there was never anyone else there]
tried lineless animation for once. its fun but the layer management is a bit of a chore. i should probably learn a proper animation program
Hello, dear! You've been visited by the random character question fairy! :D ~☆
What doesn't your character realize is important to them? What would they miss if something or someone in their life suddenly disappeared? What (or who) do they take for granted?
Okay answering this for C!Okami from the @interactive-watchers Tumblr. Sure I only written down one thing for them, but still the Tumblr is cool and as a co-owner I shall help advertise it!
I think C!Okami doesn't realize how much they like their collar. To them, it represents that they have a family, however they don't know it.
Their family. Just, if their family disappeared they will definitely miss them.
They take their abilities for granted. They don't really think much of them and thus don't realize how integral their powers are to their identity.