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Dec: “…a prophecy of four heroes that fell from the sky, an ancient prophecy thousands of years old…” Tucker: “Oh thank god we have five heroes.”
~ episode 1 of Mianite season 2
What if this is why they didn’t save the world. They weren’t the heroes meant to save Dagrun, or the world of Ruxomar. Everyone just assumed they were, since they fell from the sky.
Of course now I’m just imagining another four heroes falling somewhere else and being surpassed and over looked for these others who took their place and failed.
(Ok I’m not quite done yet. I’ll see to just a few more things. Namely this. This. This… is… CANON! I really want to say that. I’m so tempted. Did I actually say it? Or was it just a dream? Did you briefly pass into an alternate dimension and come back still looking at your screen? You decide.)
The Last Girl in Ruxomar
Can I just say that I love writing any combination of Andor / Ianita / Martha? I struggle to write Martha standalone since I played her for only a small part of S2, but writing her in tandem with Andornita is just a joy. (The Clear Sky Hermit Chapter Four was really fun for me.) Andor isn’t even in this piece. It’s just the two little ladies (one littler) and a wheef of Sperioles. I hope you guys like it. My vision going into it was fluff, and parts are quite fluffy, but I can’t seem to escape the atmosphere of sweet sorrow that has come with all of my Mianite writing thus far. Maybe it’s just me. Let the onions flow. This is the second to last piece of Mianite “literature” I will ever write. I hope you get some lels and feels out of it. Any kind of feedback is always appreciated.
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“Sperioles!” Ianita29 called while prancing through the hills.
“Spireooools~”she cooed while peering around a tree.
“Spakrilels!!1” she shrieked from a mountaintop.
Sparklez was nowhere to be found.
“He’s probably wrapped up in his ME System.” Martha dropped a palm on the tiny girl’s neck and gave it a rub.
“But I gotta obtain him!”
“Where did you even learn that word? You’ll wait, right?” Martha squinted down through her billowing lilac hair. “All good things are worth waiting for.”
Ianita huffed into the breeze. “Non.”
“Yee.”
“Non!”
“yEe.” Martha knelt to scoop the child up in her arms and started down the mountain path.
“Am his fave,” Ianita29 pouted while being carried back to Martha’s house.
“All the Ianitas are his faves,” Martha corrected.
“Non. Am fave.”
Half an hour later, Ianita29 slumped in the bath, a large scrub brush sliding up and down her spine. “Sperioles why!?” she wailed.
To warm her up, Martha baked the girl an apple pie. As soon as the food coma set in, Ianita29 was out like a light.
Martha knelt for a moment at her nightstand filled with framed sketches, mumbling what felt strangely like a prayer.
“Steve,” she looked to the rough charcoal portrait of her lover. “Where you at, mate? My apples are ripe for you.”
Then she looked to the sketch of Andor, perched atop a hill. “Don’t try to be too old.”
The picture of Helgrind was faded, drawn over ten years ago. The artist had made his smile exaggeratedly large. “We forgive you. Maybe, if it’s in the stars, come back. I miss my brother. I miss my family.”
She wilted forward to lay her head on the edge of the cabinent. She heaved, about to cry, but then gulped it back. There was one more picture on the nightstand.
“Mom.” She looked for a long while at Ianite’s portrait. The face filled the whole frame.
Martha woke with very cold legs. The blankets had been pulled back. The lavender eyes of Ianita29 were pressed close, the stench of bread and fruit on her breath. When the girl saw that Martha was awake, she lifted her face and wiped her lips of crumbs that tumbled onto Martha’s cheek.
“You can’t get enough of that pie,” Martha croaked while the girl straddled her neck.
The girl spoke through a burp, “Where are Sperioles? Gotta obtain.”
“That vocab tho.” Martha squirmed out from under the girl’s thighs and found leverage to push her sideways. Ianita29 rolled perpendicular to Martha and fought for an arm bar, which resulted in her being lifted off the bed. Martha, impressed at her own strength, flexed the girl up and down a few times before slamming her onto the mattress. “Who you looking for? I didn’t hear you! Did you say John Cena!?” She blared a fanfare while assaulting the winded child with tickles.
“You need to work out more,” Martha gloated while Ianita lay gasping.
“Can no win. Endor weak. Ur Jan Sina tho.” Ianita29 groaned.
“That’s right.” Martha stood on the bed looming over the girl, her night gown making for a rather imposing silhouette. “ Do you know who taught us about John Cena?”
“Sperioles?”
“No. It was Mam, the goddess of memes.”
“Wanna obtain Jan Sina,” Ianita29 sat up, dizzy and starryeyed.
“You can’t. She saw him in a dream.” Martha squinted to the side, reconsidering. “Maybe someday.”
“When am big and splatter like Mam.”
“Splatter. Mhm.” Martha tousled the girl’s hair, then bopped her tiny nose with a finger. “Don’t go bothering Sperioles now. He’s doing important business.”
“But am his fave tho!?”
“U R! But…” Martha lightly headbutted the girl. “You obtain me now.” She dove in for a tackle.
The day passed in the same sort of way. Another pie was baked to quell the girl’s neverending hunger. Martha left the house in the evening, making Ianita29 promise not to cause grievous harm to the environment.
“Sparklez?” Martha called through the Fortress of Fury’s ground door.
“Just a minute!” came the home owner’s jovial but muffled voice.
Sparklez flung open the door covered in – well – what was it, anyway? He smeared the colorless gobs off his blazer the best he could. “Well, um, that was not the thing I intended to do with that thing. Hi! What can I do you for, Martha? No. That’s a bad thing to say.”
She giggled under her breath before leveling her tone. “Are we ready?”
“It sounds like tomorrow’s the day.” Sparklez creased his brow.
“My uncle and his assistant have been all but silent to me. Just let me know how I can help, if at all.” She crossed her arms with a grunt.
“I’m sure we’ll find a way for you to, uh, be useful,” Sparklez awkwardly smirked. “You’re becoming a goddess and all that stuff now, right? Maybe you can help bring Our Lady back.”
“I can only hope,” Martha smiled radiantly, burying the urge to grimace.
Sparklez smiled back. “Everyone’s gonna be ok in the end.”
“In The End,” Martha mused.
“Ahaha, The End. Good one. How’s the last Ianita doing?”
“She’s well. I’ve kept her indoors as much as possible.”
“Neato. We wouldn’t want any prying eyes thwarting our plans.”
Martha’s fond expression nearly turned to a glare. She was looking at the man who had consented to the slaughter of the last several Ianitas by Jericho’s Kikoku.
Maybe it had been necessary. She softened her face and steadied her breath. “I pray this world has some good in store for her.”
“Sure it does! Wait one second. I have just the thing.”
Returning home with Sparklez’ blueberry pie in hand, Martha was met with silence. Something was wrong. The lights on the main floor were lit but there was no movement, no pots scattered, no bags of flour spread across the kitchen, no ornaments plucked from their shelves and built into abstract sculptures taller than a person. There was no sign of Ianita29. Martha crept through each room and finally slunk upstairs.
She found Ianita29 in her purple painted room, furiously scribbling at a dimly lit desk.
As Martha approached, the girl’s face snapped to her, eyes wide with intense focus.
“Am writing a lel,” she droned, returning to her work.
Martha allowed a brief moment of shock to pass, then snickered to herself before setting the blueberry pie tin on Ianita’s desk and leaving the room as quietly as she had come.
She faintly heard the sound of crumpling paper and the clean scrape of a new sheet.
The morning sun burned. Ruxomar’s drought was global now. Envoys from faroff realms had come with requests for aid as well as offers of it. Yet the most important piece of paper Martha held in her hands while jogging through the port was no official letter. No, it was a poem written by a girl – a girl who in Martha’s eyes seemed to be the last girl in Ruxomar.
sperioles bilded me a cri he bilded it oat of blueberry pie the blueberry pie I 8 but not with my ie can no eat pie with my ie too weak lake endor very crie i know how to rime tho coz mam bilded a pie in the skie and I can look at the pie and uhhh it tall me how to rime yie
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The Gods’ Auras and Shadows (SO IMPORTANT!!!)
Guys I’m sorry for living in nostalgia world all the time – I know how useless it is and I think I’ve talked about the thing I’m going to talk about before – but there was something I really wanted to get across in season two that I wanted you guys to know about, but we didn’t really have time to explain because we wanted to keep the plot moving. And some things just aren’t worth it, I guess. But it really was worth it and I should have pursued it.
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No intuition is more powerful than that of the Queen of Cups. If she is not psychic, she will posess extraordinary insight into the behaviour and motivations of others. As such, she is often a gifted counsellor and healer, ready to provide a shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold whenever they are needed. She is beautiful by almost all standards, because her beauty is the purity of her spirit, and such magnificence has a universally recognizable allure.
She is often like a mirror, reflecting the hidden depths of others back to them, so they can see their own mysteries for themselves. However, her cup is closed, and her own secrets remain invisible to all, even to herself sometimes.
@lady-krystine I hope this is something that could interest you?
This right here was emotional! I actually cried! The feels took over me! chimalus you did a beautiful job writing this!😂😚
Can’t not reblog. Thank you. Just thank you.
Buffanite: probably canon
Because if I think about it, Ianite definitely spent the most time outdoors of any of the siblings.
Hiking, climbing, foraging, snorkeling, spelunking, sneaking, fleeing, pursuing.
Not that she had to. It was mostly out of curiosity.
Mianite was the best trained battlefield fighter, but Ianite outclassed him in hand-to-hand combat. She was also a dancer. If I needed to pick a style, she’d be a capoeirista with a bit of dervish thrown in. Whirling windy arts.
At the very least, her feet had the sickest calluses. This conveniently purple capoeirista pic by Paintor on DeviantArt looks a bit like Ianite would, I think. http://www.deviantart.com/art/a-capoeirista-colored-110280698
I make photo ops out of natural disasters I trick out my slippers to clean lava faster I chill on volcanoes with bangin’ shades Beneath my umbrella sippin’ lemonade When life gives you lemons make ‘nadeanite When life gives you lemons make ‘nadeanite
- a little hip-hop song by Almighty Lord Mianite
sorry I’m not sorry.. but how can you not think of this when you see Mianite rapping and raving on stream.. :DD
OMFG @chimalus LOOK AT THIS XD
This is fire.
I had completely forgotten that I did this... and now I am so, so tempted to do an actual painting, not just a quick little thing like this, of Mianite dressed like a wannabe rapper… :’D
I am currently drawing Ianite and it’s going well so yayyy for that!
Also I’m planning more GIF/animations if you got any suggestions what to do I’d love to hear them :D Definitely more from Tom’s vlogs because i’ve been watching those along with mianite s2 re-watch :>
Yesterday I watched Tom’s latest case opening video and I heard a challenge I couldn’t resist :D
First real attempt at animating and making GIFs, and oh my god how difficult it ended up being!
Anyways, I have spent my days lately watching Tom’s vlogs and yeah.. this happened!
Hey! What do you have planned for the tarot cards? Like portraits, events, couples? I'm sorry if these seem dumb, I've never seen tarot cards before <3
Hah, I’m basing pretty much all my information on what I read from this site! I don’t know anything more myself but I have always been really fascinated with them and would love to learn more some day :D
So far I have tried to pair cards with people or groups but you brought up events and that’s a good idea, so thank you!
I might take little pause with new cards tho, because I really want to draw a portrait of Ianite and make a GIF of Tom so those are probably coming next :>
Your tarot cards are so good dude I'm dead
Aaaaaa I’m so happy people like them! Thank you! :D
Beautiful Things
(Inspiration from @chimalus who said he wanted to see something from young Martha’s adventures!)
“Martha, my child, be careful!”
Ianite’s voice echoed across the field into the small grove where her youngest child played. The tiny girl, no more than five or six, giggled as she trotted around. She stopped at each flower she passed by and gave a cheery ‘hello!’ and little wave before carrying on. Truth be told, most of her time was spent doing this as she had chosen today to visit the grove where Ianite spent decades cultivating rare blooms in an effort to bring back some of the color to the world. Not all of the flowers were friendly. Even the dangerous ones deserved a chance to live. Those were the ones the small Martha was warned to avoid.
Yet in all her obedience, she often chose to ignore the words her mother said. It wasn’t much more frequently that she heeded what her father or older brother said, but even at this young age, she seemed to push the boundaries of what her mother would allow her to get away with. Upon finding a new, unfamiliar flower, she stopped and began her little ritual.
Until… Well, with Martha, there was always an “until”.
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I'm just curious, are you going to do individual tarot cards (which are AMAZING btw) for tiem reester? Like the one you did for Martha?
For some of them yes, it depends if I find anything that’s fitting for them! I think I have plans now for tucker, sonja and tom? Wag and jordan are maybe, like I have cards that KINDA could go pretty well but i’m still unsure :D
But I am definitely drawing portraits of them if not tarot cards!
ahhhhh I'm already in love with your tarot deck!!! it's so amazing!!! 💜💜💜
Oh my god thank you! That’s amazing to hear! I won’t be drawing them all because there are like 78 cards in standard deck but I still have few more planned :D